the dead man's gruesome, severed neck whereupon his Head no longer remained attached. Lina had not beheaded the gentleman, and had not the slightest clue as to how his head had become detached from his body. As far as she could remember, the man still had his head when she had ripped out his insulin-secreting organ.
For the next five minutes or so, Lina felt a perverse lust to gawk at Fletcher Munsin and Amrita, her mouth gaping, perplexed at the display of odd conjunction before her.
Her injuries briefly grew numb.
She saw the man’s coagulated entrails slowly oozing out of his mangled lower body, and his two tourniquet-tied stubs were awkwardly poking out on either side, paying homage to her fucked sanctity.
She shivered.
Feeling a slight bit of embarrassment, Lina felt as though she were possessed to stare at the two, getting some kind of a sick rise out of the scene.
She was sweating.
Then it came to her. Where indeed was the dead man’s head?! She knew what had happened to his legs: she had ripped them off. But where was his Head?
Determined to find it, Lina hurriedly searched her room; in her bookshelf, in her closet, under her bed she searched. Nowhere was the man's Head able to be found.
And then, as she was reluctantly ripping apart her bed sheets to investigate therein, Lina heard a very loud, slightly muffled shattering come from the ship's helm through her shut door. She paused.
And her mind seemed to abruptly connect the dots before she had a chance to whip out a pen.
She didn't have to think twice about what that noise might’ve been. It clicked. An eerie insight as to where the head may have been hiding took ahold of her.
Lina trembled as she thought to herself: No fucking way. That’s impossible.
Episode I. The Anointing of Mother Magdalena | Chapter 5.
SUDDENLY, AN INTENSE DESIRE TO QUICKLY FLEE THE SPACESHIP overcame Lina. She felt barely any shielding energy left inside her magical dress, the powers
