Bath time...

A hostage in her own body, Annette was **** to watch as the mixture began to amass in the wooden tub. Slowly, the insect-infested substance rolled against the inside of the woman's bare legs. It was lukewarm and had a very off-putting stickiness to it, leaving some gray residue on Annette's skin as it seeped around to the edges of the bath. Not much later, it made contact with her still-wet folds, thoroughly coating her flower with the unnatural, viscous ichor.

Thorne's cruel charm was unwavering as the the cursed fluid rose up to cover her legs. Magic continued to hold her in a relaxed posture, resting her back firmly against the side of the tub and arms atop the rim. Once the disorientation wore off, some of the more curious critters began to wade out of the filth, attracted to the Priestess' warmth. A couple cockroaches of different sizes led the exploration effort, trailing a sticky layer of filth as they climbed over her knee, towards her thigh.

Annette wanted to kick the creepy things off her and scramble out of the bath, but her more impulsive and immediate instructions - that her body would never receive - would tell it to clench her teeth in revulsion, angle her legs in such a way that would impede the intentions of the ever-increasing assorted swarm exiting the thick gray mess, while sweeping them back in with her palms.

A horrible scraping noise of wood against wood drew closer as Thorne had, at some point, left the swirling source unattended and fetched a chair, dragged it adjacent to the bath, before planting himself on it and crossing one ankle over the other in preparation for some entertainment.

"This is truly a unique sight, I must say. For a woman of the cloth to be debased like this... Well, I'd be lying if I said such a scene didn't elicit a certain thrill."

A slight smile promptly left his expression as quickly as it appeared.

"Alas, I cannot enjoy it for long—mind you, I do have a schedule to keep, tragically. Eliminating the bloody woodsman ended up being rather time consuming - thanks again for the assistance on that matter by the way - but at least the other outlying residents were harvested without incident."

Leaning forward, Thorne moved his hand towards the rim of the bath to flick an escaping insect back into the soup below.

"The only order left to fulfil is to corrupt that little chapel of yours."

"Then... they'll bring her back."

Despair fell over Annette as her isolated mind processed how hopeless the situation was. It wasn't enough that her village was essentially destroyed and it's populace either in an unspeakable captivity or dead, this murderer was about to pervert a shrine to Erena - a deity that selflessly bestows healing and cures for the innocent and sick.

Thorne fell quiet, leaving only the sound of the sickening splatting noise of the filling bath and the embers on the torches around them. Over the next few minutes, Annette was **** to feel more of her form submerge into the rising pollution. She felt clumps clinging to her stomach as her body calmly breathed in and out. Bugs were swallowed up by the filth again as it overtook them on it's way up her torso, then up and over her perfect breasts. The spell began to reduce in size above the bath until finally, the muck settled just below her neck as the summoning magic dissipated.

Faint buzzing could be heard as flies circled the disgusting scene. It was unclear whether or not they were summoned in the spell or if they'd been drawn in from the forest outside. Not long after, a few various insects surfaced again, but Annette could also feel things brushing up against her submerged body as well. Things that normally shouldn't be able to survive down there.

Wriggling. Crawling. Creeping.

It was unclear what changed their behaviour, but it definitely coincided with the summoning spell ending. Did Thorne manipulate them somehow?

An electrifying jolt went through her mind as movement flocked to her most sensitive spots. Slithering sensations in-between her folds, letting the foul substance trickle into her body along with the invaders. Long flexible bodies wormed around the inside of her thighs, coiling around her warmer flesh. Cockroaches crawled down her lower back, towards her cheeks and beetles approached her nipples, closing their pincers around them before skittering over the hardened peaks.

Disgust fought the building pressure as she used her remaining willpower and dignity to fight against any pleasure her rogue body passed onto her captive mind.

"I'm sensing an inner conflict, Priestess!"

Snickering, Thorne rose to his feet.

"Now, I'd love to see what you settle on, but I'm afraid I must leave for the chapel. But fret not, I shall not leave you alone with mere pests for company!"

Walking briefly out of view, he called back to her.

"Rest assured though, I will be back to collect you later."

Annette could only wait in her torturous predicament to find out what exactly Thorne intended to send her way.