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[01] Among the Israelites in Bethlehem, there walked a young woman who seemed like any other. She had just finished buying fruits and vegetables, and after bringing them to her home, was out and about with empty hands and watchful eyes. She was headed to the temple for thanksgiving; this was merely part of her daily routine. Once a day, after the Sabbath, she was compelled by the grace she had once received to return to the house of The Lord, converse with Him and continually be blessed with good (if ordinary) days. Of course, others do it too, but unlike the masses, she always entered just after sunrise, when the light had yet to reach the top of the sky, but the heat had begun to build in the air. In this desert, she found an oasis for her spirit, and rested, assured that her life was in good hands. Alone, but not lonely, Mary was at peace the most within this temple.

[02] Unbeknownst to her however, a force had been waiting for her within the hallowed halls. As she took more steps towards the door, this entity, invisible even to God, laid in wait, ready to take the person who was about to open the heavy wooden gates. Mary showed little hesitation -- this is routine, after all, and pushed the doors open. The boards groaned a little as they parted, but soon made no sound as the slabs swung out. Inside was the altar in the center, a small pulpit, and a lectern. Further back is a hall for the confession of transgressions -- something Mary was wholly incapable of committing. Mary moved forward to the aisle, taking one step, another, another and one more. But then she stopped walking, planted both feet together, and stood still. Mary had been taken. And it began the moment the doors of that empty temple closed behind her.

[03] Within moments, Mary's entire personhood was gone, expelled as a fragrant, slightly viscous, crystal-clear fluid from underneath her. In the process, she froze where she stood, emptied of the intangibles that made Mary who she was along with the liquid waste she had been keeping. The relief gradually contorted her face in all sorts of ways, looking nothing like the docile yet guarded woman those outside had known. She gasped, wide-eyed, almost as though the air in her lungs also contained parts of her soul. As an empty vessel, she was now ripe for the taking.

[04] The robes were the first to come off. Despite the architecture of the temple that constantly allowed cool air to naturally fall in, Mary's body felt like it burned aflame, and the undercoat, blouse and robe fell away before they tore from her body, which had begun to grow in size. Even so, her skin stung to the touch; her fingertips almost scalded. Yet the only way to relieve the pain was to run those fingertips all over herself, and the thrill made her shriek.

[05] From her arms and hips, Mary's hands ran to her breasts in a hurry -- they had been growing at an astoundingly quick rate and have become heavy enough to almost pull her down. Her fingers grazed the areolae ever so slightly.

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