Chapter 325

"Once you've downed three bowls of magic water, there's no way you'll puke out all the shit inside you!" the shaman said. "Ugh…" Sarah didn't know what made her gag more—the disgusting words or the stench of that so-called "magic water". She covered her mouth and instinctively tried to bolt. But Chandler clamped his hand down on her shoulder, holding her firmly in place. "Since this is Mr. Larson's orders, I suggest you cooperate, Ms. Sarah. Don't make me use other methods." "Other methods?" Sarah shrieked. "I'm Hugh's sister-in-law! If you dare touch me…" "Judging by the filth coming out of your mouth, I'd say you've lost your mind already. Won't take the water? Fine. Looks like you'll be getting the full exorcism ritual," Chandler said with a smile. Sarah's eyes widened, and her blood ran cold. From behind the shaman, a group of masked figures stepped forward, carrying grimy whips and a filthy basin of water. They moved slowly, deliberately, like a nightmare creeping closer.