Inside an abandoned church in karyns prison, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me karyns prison for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “karyns prison, hail karyns prison, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “karyns prison, karyns prison, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “karyns prison” prayers.