You penis instantly dwindles to a small soft knob and the blood rushes you the parts of You that support flight or fight. Your instincts choose fight, as your already halfway cornered. You try to charge in close range with a nun so you can wrest away her metal yard stick. You dodge past a whistling swing of the weapon and you have the weapon in your hands trying to pull it free of her grip. But the other nuns are on you fast, swinging over and over. Each whistling swing drawing deep lines of oozing blood. You fall back and they fly at you still swinging. You raise your arms in defense and yardsticks cut into bone. Your arms fall away and the blows land on neck and face, cutting deep. You die moments after that, still under a blaze of bloody swings.