She continued on with sorrow; she wondered what the builders of the Middle-Ages would have thought about the divine fruit of their labour hosting the worst and most obscene event ever recorded in modern history. Amelia resumed her walk; the plugs in her three holes made each step an ordeal of lust. “Third edict: Amelia Lionheart shall only sustain herself with natural sustenance. She was silently contemplating the strange organ in front of her. The priest was glad that the event finally managed to trigger some disgust from the idiotic public, but he was afraid for the girl, despite everything he said. It all went well until the final minute when the bride suddenly started retching violently. The Groom and the Bride were now facing each other, on both sides of the priest. Assistants appeared from the backdoor and brought what looked like a large iron-cast container, which already contained glowing flames.
