Chapter 377 – Control
The whole church rumbled with the screeching shout of the unknown voice.
Rea was sitting inside a room when the event happened. The room was devoid of anything. It was the size of a moderate kitchen, colored lifeless grey.
She sat on a chair, and at her feet were men and women, old and young, sprawling and twisting like dying worms, tears streaking down their cheeks as they begged for release.
Some of them pissed their pants, soaking the room with a disgusting stench.
Rea cared not. Her red eyes were cold and devoid of any empathy, let alone sympathy. She crossed her legs and leaned back on her chair.
A woman, around twenty, managed to stagger up. Her hair was black, dirtied by piss, her eyes grey. Her face was painted with tears, snot, and drool.
With eyes hazed in fear, she crawled toward Rea, stopping in front of her legs.
She opened her mouth, then rolled out her tongue and began to lick Rea's feet, begging her to stop her torment,
