The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with an unseen presence

The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with an unseen presence. Maria, eyes wide with terror, was bound to the bed, her body thrashing against the restraints. The priest stood at her side, his voice steady as he chanted ancient prayers, the Latin words filling the room with a sense of foreboding. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the walls, illuminating Maria's contorted face. Her voice, no longer her own, growled and hissed, spitting out blasphemies and threats. As the priest pressed the crucifix to her forehead, she screamed, a sound that was not entirely human, echoing through the room. Beads of sweat formed on the priest's brow as he continued, undeterred, his faith the only thing keeping him grounded in the face of the malevolent force.

worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad body, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits