Chapter Twenty Two.

I can not stop myself from trembling uncontrollably. My entire body is paralysed with panic as I tremble frantically all over. My hands continue to shake incessantly, regardless of how much I wish for them to stop. They simply will not.

My fingers round the huge butcher knife in my hand with increasing vigour. I have never grasped anything more tenaciously in my life than this object. I have the distinct impression that I am being possessed. I am compelled to grasp this knife, as my life is at stake.

I'm numb; my entire body is devoid of sensation.

My inner Goddess is screaming at me to drop the knife and flee. However, my body begs me to fall to my knees. To submit to the darkness in order to bow down and pay respects to the dark lord himself.

I will not submit to her. I am not going to let my body betray me, and I shove the knife forth, slicing through the air.

I watch as the scarlet red liquid splatters on the ground, and I am struck by its stun