A Test of Faith

Queen Anne was hoisted high by fleshy tentacles, suspended from the top of the city square clock tower like a broken doll. Her once noble and graceful limbs were now tightly entwined by blasphemous creatures, twisted into unnatural postures. The crowd gathered in the square gradually shifted from initial shock and fear to a complex, indescribable emotion.

The tentacles writhed over her, playing with her body. The Queen's moans, initially of pain, gradually mixed with other implications, echoing throughout the square. Some citizens began to question whether a woman who could utter such moans truly possessed the iron will and strength to lead the kingdom. Justice, at this moment, seemed so powerless, so pale. Even the most devout believers began to waver, doubting whether God was truly watching over them, whether He would truly reach out to help.

The hours of torment felt like an eternity. The evil portal finally began to dissipate, and the fleshy tentacles withered and broke. Queen Anne fell helplessly from the sky, crashing heavily onto the stone-paved ground of the square.

She did not lose consciousness, but lay there in an extremely shameful pose. Her skirt armor was already shattered, revealing her smooth thighs and upturned buttocks. Broken tentacles lay scattered around her, like twisted black maggots, silently narrating the horrifying scene that had just occurred. The surrounding citizens gathered around, their gazes complex, filled with compassion, contempt, curiosity, and fear. The Queen's former majesty and glory had vanished in that moment, leaving only naked shame, deeply branded on her body and on the hearts of everyone who witnessed it.