A commotion could be heard from the bedroom inside a small, humble house consisting—of three rooms. Vicious whipping sounds that cut through the air could be heard, followed by a restrained, painful whimper.
"Pray louder! Louder I say!"
"Dear Blood God, please accept this—hahkk! O- Offering..."
Inside the room was a woman, she seemed to be a nun from the outfit she was wearing.
But right now, the backside of her clothes was exposed, ripped. and torn—exposing her back that was riddled with bleeding laceration wounds from whipping strikes. As she prayed to the Blood God, she was whipped by her husband from behind.
"I've prayed enough, please dear..."
"Are you talking back to me, huh?! I am your husband, you must do well to listen to me!"
Her whimper and cries were ignored—her husband kept going with a twisted smile.
Despite the excruciating pain, the nun could only bite down on her lips and endure.
