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Summary: After confessing, Lerric discovers he confessed to a nun who has very specific ways of granting absolution. A way that means a lifetime of tape-enforced prayer.

Word Count (Full Version): 2213

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Inside the booth, the weight lifted from the wolf's front as he was pulled pragmatically across the cold stone floor by the bound ankles, out of the booth and to an antechamber. Despite her own blindness the unspeaking sister took a pair of shears from the wall as she passed, and moved with her burden to a corner where two horrifying things waited; further rolls of tape and a cremator. As intimidating as even that latter sight was he remained still, eyes flicking in an inspection of the spotless surroundings. The nun turned the shears to his clothing. All he wore fell free of his body within moments, thrown into a basket with his possessions. He was afforded a moment without contact, whether because the nun expected he would remain still or knew her work was pointless to resist, while the nun paced around. The shears were set neatly down almost exactly where she'd retrieved them, before she moved to gather the remaining rolls.

Lerric's assailant turned on him head cocked to one side as she listened for him, retracing her steps. If she was surprised that he'd barely moved, she didn't show it. Her hobbling tight steps returned to his side, dropping to her knees, yet it was no sign of contrition, merely putting herself in range as that distressing screech of unspooling tape filled the room.

Despite the seriousness of the predicament and the knowledge that he needed to escape before it was all too late, the wolf was mesmerised with the skill at which his bared body was embraced in neat, precisely laid bands of silver, the pressure, digging in tightly grew to an even crushing as the weave spread. The only other sighs of life from the chapel's public side came as one of the sisters summed up the courage, not to help but to close the door and protect anyone from becoming a witness.

The acting nun shut her eyes, making the sign across her front as Mabel followed close, craning toward an aged hole in the door. The nun stood in front of it, shaking her head. "No, no, best not to see. It may… illicit a response that our sister within would assume to be sinful."

"What do you mean? What's she doing in there?"

"It is her means of exacting penance. She has never spoken in my presence but the Mother… knows. She told us it was dangerous to interfere, this burden is ours for not seeing him sooner, of taking his confession out of her earshot ourselves."
Inside, the source of the danger had been taking things slower than normal, as if revelling in the lack of force she needed to subdue the confessor she was taking it as slowly as she could. His chances of mercy or providence ebbed away as his torso was targeted, the legs already lost to him. With efficiency and precision the nun bound him, each time the roll creaked he would be left all the more contained. As the time ticked past him so severely trussed that he was stiff and immobile, his body straight and prim, save for his hands and arms which were folded up in a praying pose, plastered with enough tape to ensure he never so much as removed his fingers from each other. Leaving him on his back in that pose she strode to the cremator, hauling the door open making Lerric grow tense at her intentions until she lifted the basket of his things and tipped them into the bed. His heart soothed in a shallow semblance of relief as she slid the heavy frame back inside- it wasn't meant for him- but then what was it that she planned?

She stepped away, her outfit's squeaking louder than his screams. Even seeing her tail on display Lerric saw it was calm and neutral, she wasn't even doing this out of twisted enjoyment? She returned with a heavy square slab of stone, a touch thinner than the tiles of the floor, setting it to Lerric's feet, she lashed several strips of tape under and around the slab, connecting him to it before she finally allowed the wolf off the ground for the first time in the whole ordeal, her foot pinning the plate while she lifted with her arms, given the rigidity of her own outfit it was quite a display, yet one that only made him feel all the more powerless in the face of this supernatural danger.

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