The slime nun tries to feed the prisoner the pink blob

Had he just walked into an execution or torture session, even a castration that was about to happen? Audrey felt such a sick mixture of emotions – positive and negative – yet he could not bring himself to stop watching.

So he did, as the nun’s delicate little fingers traced a straight line on the marble that hovered just centimeters from the man’s body. She did this while ambling her way towards the other side of the slab (opposite Audrey), as if savoring the moment right before indulging.

The nun stopped, and reached her hand outwards over the man’s stomach, palm facing up. And without any words or cues, the giant slime sphere (her proxy perhaps?) pulled itself together as if it was about to leap a great distance, and began to pour itself – upwards – into the nun’s hands. But the whole time it was actually decreasing significantly in size so that by the time its entire body had made it into the nun’s hand, it was small enough for her hands to fully close around it.

She took this tiny ball and… tried to feed it to the prisoner? She was quite gentle and tender about it: her gooey fingers slowly lifted up the hood to reveal the prisoner’s mouth, and she carefully inserted the ball into the prisoner’s mouth.