Chapter 109

"Carrie!"

Margaret's heart-wrenching cry echoed.

But Carrie had no response at all; she simply buried her head in Randy's embrace.

"Ms. Margaret, you have many ways to stop me."

Unfortunately, she never got it right even once.

She truly was like an angel, always strict and unyielding, even in the face of the devil. But unfortunately, humanity is drawn to the devil's charms.

"Your daughter needs to grow up; what you should do is bless her, not treat her harshly."

"No!"

Margaret rushed upstairs, chasing after Randy's figure, but unfortunately, her speed was too slow to keep up.

"While you were training your daughter, I was also teaching her a few things, and I must thank you for the foundation you laid."

Randy had a keen eye for people; Carrie was indeed an easy target.

Had he done anything special or put in any effort?

Not at all.

Randy merely chatted with Carrie and made her breakfast, and her affection for him was instantly maxed out.

What else did he do? He simply kept applying pressure on her while showing a gentle attitude.

Along the way, he also lent Carrie magical power to fend off Pennywise's bite.

He even once had a serious expression as he tamed her like a dog.

Randy put so little thought into Carrie that he was rather indifferent.

Because Carrie wouldn't betray him; as long as she was sure of him, even if he hit or scolded her, she wouldn't resist. If he hurt her, she might cry out a few times or dodge a little, but when the pain subsided, she would come over again.

In all of this, Margaret's educational methods were indeed magnificent.

But Margaret could not accept such a statement. How could she have pushed Carrie into the abyss? She had always been teaching Carrie the doctrine; it was the child's own darkness that made her yearn for the shadows.

"Carrie, my daughter!"

She chased all the way to the second floor, but could only watch as Randy carried Carrie into the room and then slammed the door shut.

She rushed up to bang on the door and then headbutted it, continuously calling out Carrie's name.

And inside the room…

Randy tossed Carrie to the floor, then moved closer to tear off her clothes.

Margaret's cries only piqued his interest further.

It was similar to the feeling of caring for the wives and daughters of believers back in the South; the purest evil was the most intoxicating.

But just as Randy was about to strip this little lamb bare, he encountered resistance.

Carrie was gripping tightly, her face already streaming with tears.

Randy frowned, "What's wrong? Don't you want my love?"

Carrie shook her head vigorously but refused to speak.

Today, she had truly collapsed.

Having not seen Randy for two consecutive days, she lacked a mental support system, and on top of that, she had exposed her magical powers, causing her relationship with her mother to deteriorate rapidly.

Carrie's experience at school was not pleasant; Tommy had died, and her bullying had increased, while the teachers turned a blind eye to it.

She was also facing harassment and retaliation from Tommy's family.

Although this incident had nothing to do with her, the family took it for granted that Tommy's death was her fault!

That night, when she returned home, Margaret claimed that the neighbor Randy was a demon and that she had already taken revenge. She intended to use God's power to eliminate him that very night.

Carrie, physically and mentally exhausted, received no care from her mother. In fact, Margaret even attempted to harm her, someone else who was very important to Carrie.

In the end, Carrie chose to cooperate with her mother, trusting in God once more.

But ultimately, she was still let down.

"Are you really a devil?"

Carrie cried out.

Randy did not respond; he simply buried his head in Carrie's body and inhaled deeply the tender scent on her, a floral fragrance—Carrie's very soul seemed to be made of flowers.

Her body was covered in Randy's marks; she was bound to him, unable to betray him.

"How could I possibly be a devil? To you, I am your God."

"Carrie! God is sacred; he would never do such despicable things to his believers!"

Margaret, listening to Randy's devilish words from outside the door, shouted loudly, hoping to awaken her daughter's lost consciousness.

Randy, after being exposed, was not angry; he simply smiled wickedly.

"Wait for God's grace."

In the silence, Carrie accepted this result because if she truly resisted, given her magical strength, Randy would indeed have to put in some effort.

Slowly, Carrie began to sink into it. Yet, no matter how emotionally charged she felt, she still bit her lip, refusing to speak.

This left Randy puzzled.

"Why is that?"

"Because this is evil; it's a temptation from hell."

Randy laughed, "This is clearly humanity's instinct; this is a glorious song."

Then, the high-pitched singing began, further plunging Margaret's heart into despair.

After a long while, Randy was finally somewhat satisfied. Enjoying his spoils, his mood was still quite good.

Randy gently wiped the sweat from Carrie's body with her clothes.

"Remember, from now on, you belong to me; the rights to your body and soul can only be mine. What am I to you?"

Carrie's voice was already hoarse: "Master."

"Yes, I will be the closest person to you."

Randy smiled, and Carrie's obedient demeanor was more exaggerated than brainwashing; he had already sensed that overwhelming, blazing adoration.

Randy walked to the door and opened it. Margaret immediately collapsed inside, while Carrie was startled and quickly pulled up her clothes to cover herself.

"Ms. Margaret, your daughter just made me very happy. Therefore, in her name, I'll give you a way out and won't hold your excessive actions against you."

These words caused a rush of gratitude to surge within Carrie. She felt that her recent efforts were worth it; she had entrusted herself to the right person, at least Randy was willing to tolerate her mother.

In truth, Randy was just bluffing. To act against Margaret would carry a hefty price, potentially attracting God's attention and wrath like the swirling vortex; thus, there was no need for him to act personally.

Given his understanding of Margaret, she had likely resolved to kill Carrie after such a significant provocation. When the time came, Carrie would naturally be the one to end her life.

Sure enough, Randy's words forced the weakened Margaret to support herself again.

"You are truly shameless; you are a rapist!"

"Say what you will. Besides, we're neighbors, so I'll be visiting often from now on."

Randy still wore a mocking expression: "Carrie."

"Master."

Carrie instantly sat up straight, obediently.

"Did you enjoy the experience just now?"

"... Yes."

"Was it voluntary?"

"... Yes."

"Then later, you'll properly enlighten your mother, tell her you're already a woman now."

Call the police? You can call them all you want.

Carrie's face turned crimson, and she nodded awkwardly: "Yes."

Then Randy stepped over Margaret's head and walked out of the room.

Carrie was no longer the little lamb she once was. She looked at Margaret with a determined gaze: "Mom, I've grown up."

Margaret, however, had no response, only hatred filled her eyes.