Staring at the dagger Stella Sterling had knocked out of his hand, Stephen Lawrence broke out in a cold sweat.
'He had no idea what was happening to him. A moment ago, his body had been completely out of his control; it refused to obey him!'
'Even though he knew stabbing himself with that dagger meant certain death, his body had moved to do it anyway!'
'This isn't right. Something is seriously wrong!'
'It all had to be because of that black pill he'd swallowed just now!'
Stella Sterling watched him, saying nothing. Then, she suddenly issued several more commands.
These were commands for things Stephen Lawrence would never normally dare to do, things he couldn't even imagine.
But the moment Stella Sterling spoke, Stephen Lawrence's body would react before his brain could even process it.
It unhesitatingly carried out her words.
At this moment, Stephen Lawrence felt as if his body was no longer his own.
The feeling was terrifying, filling him with an indescribable panic.
