Chapter 450: Prayer (Part 1)
Stacks of white candles climbed and flickered on the tall stained glass windows, countless points of light illuminated the high platform, and also illuminated the androids in gorgeous crimson robes. Tita stood here for the first time, put on a fine dress for the first time. She took a deep breath, feeling the warm, incense-filled air behind her. The candlelight behind her cast erratic shadows in front of her. She closed her eyes and recalled the words she had repeatedly recited in the room.
"There is no place for you in this world, only this place can give you a new life." This opening sentence is very bold, and Tita thought for a long time before writing this sentence. When she opened her eyes and announced to them, her nervousness disappeared, and she seemed to have really become the Tita who was revered as a lady, and these words were her weapons and armor.
The girls, after a night's rest after being cleaned, were taken into the sorority hall. The girls ranged in age from under 10 to over 18, had different educations, held different beliefs, and experienced varying levels of abuse.
Humanoids in crimson robes walked slowly among the women in pure white linen. The faces of those girls were sad, and most of them were worried about their future fate. They saw with their own eyes that those who trafficked and abused themselves were cut in half by bullets, or crushed to pieces by steel armor.
The androids answered their desperate prayers in a sense, and the angels with steel wings behind them rescued them from the sky.
"Look up, don't pray to the god of nothingness! We saved you!" Tita stood on the high platform and announced her identity and their future destiny to the girls. "I am Tita, the commander of the Sisterhood's combat team." She said, "I am a subordinate of the savior who saved you. I am ordered by the master to save you!"
She looked down at the hundreds of girls who smelled of shower gel and disinfectant, some of whom were still bleeding slowly from their wounds under the gauze. Because of these girls, their aircraft had to be thoroughly disinfected. No man-made complained, because they also saw the misery of those people. Not going crazy, not mutilated, not pregnant is fine, and most people have more than one sign of abuse. More people died in the underground industry. It is not the first time that people were roasted alive. Many women were treated as disposable items and died tragically under the camera.
Those who can stay here are the lucky ones, and it is impossible for a robot to strangle all the Albanian gangsters at once. But this will be a daily behavior, and new girls will continue to be sent over in the future.
The members of the medical sorority got a lot of medicine and women's supplies to treat the poor girls, and even a small number of disabled girls were brought over for education. Most of the girls had follow-up therapy, but the sororities couldn't wait to instill their values in them.
"The suffering you have suffered is today! There will be no more pain, no more abuse! This is your home! We are sisters." Tita's voice reached everyone's ears through the loudspeaker. Like the echoes of the steeple of the church, when she spoke, it was like the roar of thousands of people, "Join us! Be our sisters! Whether you are healthy or not, no matter what your limbs are, as long as you stick to your faith, you are eligible to be our sisters! You live by the order of our Lord, and you will die by the order of our Lord!"
"Kneel down! Pray to the Lord!" Tita took out a brass statue from the wooden box picked up by her sister. She held the statue up respectfully, and all the sorority members shouted and repeated the words at the same time. The girls knelt down obediently after a little hesitation. Even without a whip, they know not to disobey someone who controls their own destiny.
"Get on your knees! Pray to the Lord!" Catherine said to a girl. The girl was very submissive and very frightened for her young age. Catherine frowned and put her hands gently on her blonde hair, she felt the girl trembling constantly. "Pray to your savior," she whispered in the girl's ear, "do not be afraid, your life will be pleased with our lord."
"You are not anyone's slaves! You will be the messengers of our Lord!" Tita shouted to these girls, "One day, you will carry out the will of our Lord with the weapons in your hands! Pray, and pray for that glorious day to come soon!"
Naturally, Salomon would not know what happened to the sisters' meeting. He had just finished the extremely boring luncheon.
With Stephanie often pulling his arm, he is unfortunately seen by many as the face of the Malik family. But he didn't care too much, and he didn't want to get mixed up in American politics. This is the only complaint of Stephanie, she always wants to do a good job of Salomon's hair.
"Vulgar and philistine are the only words I can think of. I don't see manners there." The mystic raised his eyebrows, "There is also an unbearable smell of perfume."
"This is a country ruled by mobs, but I believe those idiots will no longer exist under your rule." Stephanie helped him gently untie his collar. Salomon twisted his neck and let out a long sigh of relief. Even for the college lunches where he had to wear a dress every day, Salomon felt that staying at Merton College was much easier than being in a politician's deal.
"I remember reading a book that described elected politicians very accurately," Stephanie said. "A bunch of pigs who were manipulated, and the president was the stupidest one. My father was one of the people who manipulated the president. You know Epstein? That's how he got away with a bunch of politicians."
"I remember the federal government making a deal with Epstein."
"This country is full of laxity and bribery. Stupid people give birth to a stupid government. It's not surprising that anything happens." Stephanie said with a smile. She put Salomon's suit in the crook of her arm and watched Salomon unbutton his shirt. She hugged the suit a little tighter to hide her racing heartbeat.
"The world is about to change soon, and Alexander Pierce's new faction is about to make a big move. That's what my dad told me."
Salomon smiled and looked at Stephanie.
He was really satisfied, even if it was a brief contact with the father and daughter of the Malik family, Stephanie would tell him what she knew. "Project Insight will not succeed. But we need Project Insight to attract the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D." The mystic poured himself a glass of wine. His wine purchases have filled his cellar, and wine has become his most frequent drink. "Don't worry, since Alexander Pierce and his group of Nazis want to rule the world with three aircraft carriers, reality will teach him a lesson."
"Are you talking about the Avengers?" Stephanie sat on the arm of the sofa. She leaned down, twirling her fingers through the mane around the mystic's ear. "How do you compare to Thor?" she asked softly. "He's every girl's dream in America."
"You mean the big golden retriever dog?" Salomon said with a smile, "I am the heir to Karma Taj recognized by the father of the gods. Midgard and Asgard have signed the covenant. Sol and I are at the same level. He is the heir to the throne, and so am I."
"So what are your plans for the future?"
"Tell me about the Hydra youth academy," Salomon said. "I think there might be something that might interest me."
Ask for a ticket!
