Josh couldn't help but have a headache. She knew that this madman was not easy to deal with at all!
The Divine Power erupting from him was no less than that of the Mermaid King.
She was being pressed so hard that her head was about to split, and her low E-level spiritual power was completely unable to withstand such high-level oppression.
Josh's face instantly turned pale, even her fingertips were trembling: "It's not... I... didn't lie."
The Pope tightly held her slender waist and wrists.
A frail little girl like her, he didn't even need to use ten percent of his strength to crush her.
The ease of control made him give rise to a few violent thoughts, wanting to completely break her wrists, watching her collapse limply into his arms, powerless and obedient, whimpering softly, begging for mercy, admitting she belonged only to him, offering her body voluntarily, leaving marks that belonged solely to him...
There was a kind of beast being awakened in the Pope's eyes.
