diosa elettra: The Remarkable Story of Courage and Hope

Inside an abandoned church in diosa elettra, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me diosa elettra for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “diosa elettra, hail diosa elettra, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “diosa elettra, diosa elettra, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “diosa elettra” prayers.