Candlelight flickers through lattice in girl fucked to death. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, girl fucked to death, for I am wet,” she moans, fingers already circling under the robe. The wooden kneeler creaks as she spreads wide, thrusting deep, voice echoing “Forgive me girl fucked to death, punish me girl fucked to death, fuck me girl fucked to death!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “girl fucked to death!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.