Chapter 482 A Day of the Girls (Part 1)

Tatiana was awakened by the music on the radio, at least her soul was awake, her body was still dragging her consciousness to wander in the shallow gray sea, she felt that she was still as far away from this world as a layer of fog. She groped for the blankets around her until her fingers hit the cold railing beside the bed, which broke her out of her sweet sleep.

The girl took a deep breath of the filtered and clean seaside air, and then sighed happily.

Every day of coming here is a happy one. She no longer has to worry about whether she will be beaten and abused by others the next day, and thrown on the guest's bed after being injected with strange drugs. She also doesn't have to worry about starving, there's so much food here that it takes a lot of training to convert those nutrients into muscle.

Tatyana knew she was the luckiest of all her sisters.

Not just because she was the first one found by the ladies, but because she hadn't contracted an incurable disease, been injected with drugs, or been beaten so badly that she was deformed. She'd seen a diseased prostitute who couldn't take customers anymore put an apple in her mouth, get impaled on steel bars, and be roasted over a flame by those who claimed to be their masters, just to film for the entertainment of others, like a suckling pig at a banquet.

No one would treat them like that anymore, and that was the source of strength that kept Tatyana banishing her nightmares every time she went to sleep.

This power comes from the dagger, from the gun.

From armor, from shields.

From enemies, from sisters.

From him, from him.

Tatyana got out of bed with her sisters in the dormitory and stepped barefoot on the cold marble floor. They wash themselves in the morning according to the code of conduct established by the ladies to ensure that there is no more dirt on their bodies. Pulling up their wet hair, they knelt on the floor and prayed to small shrines that hung on the walls. The brass god statue with delicate laurel wreath and sharp sword was carved by the ladies themselves, and the face of the god statue is covered by the radiating straight line of the light source behind the head.

The women said they should not look him in the face just yet because their faith was not strong enough.

Those perfect people, Tatiana envied the calm expressions of the ladies. They are so powerful, so firm, and so perfect. It is said that those perfect people are the lives created by the savior himself! What a miracle that is! The perfect lady is His great creation!

Tatyana closed her eyes and prayed with incomparable joy, recalling Madame Tita's sermon.

Their god does not allow their past to repeat itself because they are his people. Their lives belong to him. According to the ladies, they want to use their bodies to serve the savior. Their mission is to use blood and fire to accomplish the savior's goal. Their flesh and blood are tools, and their faith is a sharp sword.

Tatyana's wet golden forehead hung straight before her eyes. She did not lift her blond hair, but went on with her morning prayers with her sisters. This is a daily prayer, and it is the first thing they do after waking up from sleep. This is followed by meals and a short prayer followed by training.

"I think we are the only ones who finished our homework today. The math homework assigned by Ms. Tita is too much and too difficult. And today's class is swordsmanship. It is said that he taught Ms. Tita's swordsmanship." Her sister Vera said softly after praying, revealing a trace of expectation and fear in her tone, as if she was afraid that her words would be heard by other sisters who also passed the corridor. Vera was a shy girl, about fourteen years old like her, and Tatiana couldn't imagine what kind of torture she had endured in the past, so she hugged Vera whenever she had the chance, and never mentioned her scars.

"I saw the ladies' swords." Her voice seemed to be squeezed through her teeth. "The chain saw is very loud."

"That might be the sword we're going to use in the future," Tatiana said with a smile. "The ladies say we'll have our own swords and boltguns in the future. I remember the scene where the ladies blasted the walls with their boltguns, they were like angels..."

"The violent angel, I remember that too! The ladies said that's what our future will look like! When do you think we'll see him?" Vera held Tatiana's arm tightly, and Tatiana felt Vera's fingers tremble. "The ladies say that as long as we train hard, we will have a chance to meet Him. Is this true? It is said that Ms. Tita can meet Him every day."

"I don't think ladies can lie..."

"How about..." Vera was so nervous that she stammered, her face was full of excitement and fear, "We, let's go to see him secretly..."

Tatyana's first reaction was to imagine a sullen man in a hood.

He is leaning on a long sword, with an endless dazzling light that can melt everything. Immediately afterwards, her imagination jumped to another place, she felt that the whole underground city was a sleeping giant, and He was entrenched on the heart, overlooking everyone struggling in their blood vessels. She also thought that He was as big as three bedrooms. He was a giant sitting on a throne, with countless glowing eyes under the hood. Papers filled with words she could not understand were sent into the room and then spit out.

Tatyana shuddered from the shock of her own imagination. "I don't think we have this ability. He must be surrounded by guards." She said hastily, "And this is a clear presumption, ladies will not allow it."

"I just want to meet him." Vera said nervously, "What if we have recited the holy words and completed the training, but still haven't found him?"

"Are you accusing the ladies of lying?" Tatyana's eyes widened.

She couldn't imagine Vera uttering such profane words.

"No, I will never do that! I will never doubt the ladies!" Vera was sweating profusely. She stomped her feet, looked around, then moved close to Tatiana's ear, bit her lips tightly, and made the smallest sound in her life. "I just want to see Him! I can't stand the blurry look of that statue! I want to see Him, I can't stand it for a moment!"

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Stephanie's swimsuit tans are nice and expensive. According to her, it was a well-designed sunburn, which cost her thousands of dollars, and Salomon couldn't help but look at it. And Salomon chose to go out to relax after watching it. After all, he just watched it, and he couldn't do anything.

Two blond girls in sorority-style workout attire looked tense, one merely holding the other's arm. Salomon didn't know how they got here, but since the sisterhood base was not far from here, Salomon thought it was normal to have trained trainees. Although the tolerant owner of the Immortal City was puzzled, he touched the two little heads in front of him. He sent them back to the training base so that the stern Tita would not make their training more difficult.

Tita's work on the psychological reconstruction of these girls is perfect, and Salomon is very satisfied with Tita's work. The girls' daily training, as far as he knew, and the practice of shooting dead pimps, obviously helped the girls out of their fear. What he wants is not a group of girls controlled by fear, but a group of people who understand what they are doing and have plans for the future.

[The fact is not the case at all, Tita used another method. 】

Considering the abuse and tragedy these girls have experienced before, it is rare to reawaken their original character. Now they are no longer afraid of the surrounding environment, and have begun to live actively. Being able to play outside the base is also lively as a girl of this age should be, and there is nothing to blame. Of course, he had delegated power to Tita. If Tita found out about the behavior of the two girls and planned to punish them, Salomon would not interfere.

Ask for a ticket! Finished writing while fishing!