Chapter 68

Carrie shook her head in fright.

"No, Randy, I can't do that. Such a sin would send me to hell."

"You're already living in hell! Isn't school hell for you?"

Randy looked at her with disappointment. "It seems you don't really want to escape this hellish life, so you can continue to endure the bullying from your classmates."

With that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?"

Carrie anxiously grabbed Randy's hand. "Don't abandon me."

"I'm not abandoning you; you're abandoning yourself."

Randy returned to stand before Carrie and gently held her face.

"You are a wolf, a predator of the heavens. You've just lived in a sheepfold from a young age, accustomed to surviving like a sheep, not knowing what a wolf is, and even avoiding the beastly nature within you.

Your fangs are now sharp, and your claws have grown, but you haven't learned to howl like a wolf, nor have you truly tasted the flavor of lamb."

Carrie asked with a trembling voice, "Are you a wolf too?"

Randy nodded.

But in his heart, he denied this question: I am not a wolf; I am a human, and you are not a wolf either, just a hound ready to be tamed.

"Carrie, you need to awaken yourself."

Randy said with a blank expression.

Carrie still shook her head in fear. Even though she could easily kill many people without being suspected, she couldn't accept it.

She only wanted to stop being bullied and didn't aspire to anything more, like finding friends or being loved and respected; she didn't even dare to dream of such things.

She was too deeply influenced by Margaret to change easily.

"Forget it, I won't force you."

Randy's expression showed helplessness.

"Randy."

Carrie's voice was more dejected; she felt she was too cowardly.

If Randy asked her for help or to kill someone, even if she knew the reason was false, she would ultimately be willing to act. But to fight for herself or resist, Carrie couldn't do it.

Under her mother's oppression, she had already lost herself, only wanting to be someone's subordinate.

Such a character is unworthy of great deeds and can only be a guardian or an enforcer.

In fact, Randy didn't have high hopes. The ending of Carrie in the film was enough to illustrate the problem.

After killing Margaret, Carrie no longer wanted to live. Even though Margaret treated her badly, they were still family, which gave Carrie a sense of reliance. But with the only family member gone and no friends or bonds in the small town, living became just an existence for Carrie, so she eventually chose to be buried alive voluntarily.

"It's okay, we're still friends."

Randy comforted her with a pat on the head and then gave her a hug.

Carrie enjoyed this moment.

If inducement didn't work on Carrie, then a new step in discipline was needed.

"Carrie, I'm going to give you another gift."

Randy, like performing a magic trick, reached into his hand and took out a seed necklace made of fine threads.

This seed was different from others; it was bright red, filled with Randy's refined blood, meant specifically for strong followers.

Only those recognized by Randy would receive such sacred items!

While wearing the seed, it would continually absorb the owner's external beliefs and abilities. Because its owner was particularly powerful, the absorption period would be longer, ranging from a week to even seventy-seven or eighty-one days.

Once enough energy was absorbed, it would hatch, and Randy would be able to sense it.

Next was to plant the seed and wait for it to bloom.

"Thank you."

Carrie was very pleased with this gift; it was the first gift she had received in her life, other than crosses and Bibles.

Randy personally put it on Carrie, placing the seed into her cleavage.

In just a few days, Carrie's body had matured even further.

Randy reassured her, "Take good care of it, and I'll give you a new one in a week."

Carrie quickly shook her head, feeling that this one had more significance: "I don't want a new one; I'm very satisfied with this one."

"You should listen."

Seeing Randy's expression change, Carrie quickly amended, "Alright, I'll do whatever you say."

"That's a good child."

Randy smiled and said in a very affectionate tone, "Now kneel down for me."

Carrie was somewhat unsure but still obediently knelt down, not even asking why.

Randy felt that if she were asked to do something more extreme, she likely wouldn't refuse.

Randy pried her mouth open with his finger. Although Carrie felt some discomfort, she still didn't resist, just widening her eyes in confusion.

"Very good, stand up again."

Carrie stood up trembling, her face slightly flushed. This time she suddenly felt that Randy was very tall, both in reality and in spirit, becoming incredibly imposing.

"Why was that just now, Randy?"

Randy didn't respond, instead reaching out to stroke Carrie's skin, which made her feel a tingling sensation all over her body, almost causing her to collapse. At the same time, she felt some fear and took a couple of steps back, blushing.

"Hmm?"

Randy raised an eyebrow. "You don't like it?"

"No."

On the contrary, Carrie felt a vague thrill in her heart.

She quickly waved her hand and stepped forward again: "I just wasn't used to it just now."

Randy said expressionlessly, "In the future, when you see me privately, you should use a different title. Don't call me Randy; call me Master."

"Ah?"

Carrie's expression changed dramatically. Even though she was ignorant, she understood what this title implied.

But looking at Randy's expression, Carrie helplessly glanced around and finally lowered her head, saying, "Master."

Randy had various means to control Carrie, such as a seed of control. If Carrie showed any sign of resistance, it could immediately control her within her body.

But was it necessary? Carrie was completely without a personal will, like a weapon. Would anyone worry that the knife in their hand would suddenly turn on them?

"Alright, Carrie, you should know that I'm not humiliating you, just trying to help you progress. You can continue calling me Randy in the future; we are family, and I will bring you great love."

Randy became much more affable, giving Carrie's forehead a kiss as a further reward, making her mood better.

She even felt a sense of recognition, and her resistance to the title "Master" had dissipated.

"From now on, you don't need to pray to the so-called God. When you pray, you can think of me and tell me your thoughts; I will perceive them."

"Mm-hmm."

Carrie continued to obediently nod.

"Then let's end it here for tonight. I'll leave first."

Randy stepped back a few steps and then his body rapidly turned into lightning and dispersed into the air.

"Randy?"

Carrie was still a bit reluctant, wondering if he wouldn't stay overnight.

Just as she was still confused, the door to the room opened again.

Margaret, with still damp hair, cautiously observed the room.

"What just happened? Why didn't you respond when I called you?"

Margaret's words startled Carrie.

She hadn't heard anything just now.

Carrie hurriedly explained, "Sorry, Mom, I was perhaps too devout just now."

"Hmm."

Margaret didn't respond further, still puzzled about why she suddenly felt her discomfort disappear.

Maybe she needed to take a deep, holy bath every night to wash away all her sins?

"Carrie, go take another bath."

"Huh?"

Carrie looked up in confusion but did not refuse her mother's request, quickly taking a change of clothes and hurrying out.

In fact, she also felt a bit uncomfortable and thought taking a bath would be better.

After Carrie left, Margaret suspiciously examined the room, carefully checking the windows and wardrobe but found nothing.

"Amen!"

She took a deep breath, already having a very bad suspicion.

Every time she approached Carrie's room, she felt a strong sense of discomfort.

"Could Carrie also be a demon?"

She had experienced this kind of heart-pounding feeling when she was young; it had been with Carrie's father, a man like Satan, who had tempted Margaret to betray the doctrine and forced her to fall.

Once she was pregnant, that man disappeared without a trace.

Recalling the disturbances in the room in recent days, Margaret had felt Carrie's abnormality multiple times.

A demon should not be born in this world!

And a demon that is not afraid of God!