The Passage to Lusfield - 洛斯菲尔德之行(13)

I left. The arch was scattered with broken hollow parts that sunshine could pierce through. Its white wallpaper was falling off. There were not a lot of visitors today. Then, I heard strange noises and saw a nun carrying a bottle of Chateau Latour from the basement and entered the church with the door ajar, so I peeked through and saw the archbishop leaning upon his desk and drinking the wine carried in by the nun, who just joined another six other nuns, who were holding dog chains that connected to dog harnesses tied on the girls who were wearing blouses and skirts. Now those girls had taken off their suits and wore nothing but black lace corsets, crawling on the ground and forming a heptagon. With a command by the archbishop, each nun slapped the ass of the nun in front of her, loud as explosives. But, there were no moans. It was like a ceremony of religion but was bewitched and primitive. I soon noticed every nun was skinny and their ribs were clearly seen. Before I left, the bishop went down the stair and stepped to the center of the polygon and put a loaf of bread on the cushion I sat on during the lesson, and pissed on it. Then, the 7 nuns (who were exactly skinny like those half-nude nuns, so I guess they rotated the job) released their chains so these 7 hungry drooling women could have their water and food. They ate each little piece of bread like wild animals deprived of food for days.