"This will only end if I put things back in their rightful place."
Lola felt her body lean back, her eyes fixed on the pair shining beneath the shadow of his hood. The man stood before her in a priestly robe with a hood draped over his head. His face was swallowed by darkness, but she could feel his gaze on her.
"Put things back in their rightful place?" she repeated, torn between disbelief and ridicule at how that sounded. "Who... do you think you are?"
The man studied her expression, tilting his head slightly. "We used to be good friends... Lola."
"Huh?"
"In our first life," he pointed out. "Not the one you remember, but the real one."
Her brows knitted as she stared at him, trying to understand everything he was saying. Perhaps she was even buying herself time until she figured out what was happening. Or how she could get her limp legs moving again.
"You were younger back then, loved by your mother, Jasmine, and your father. If I remember correctly, his name was Mike. They were devout believers who raised their daughter from nothing," he remarked. "Both of them worked hard to rise above the hardships they grew up with. They fell in love young and tried their best to live better lives, especially for their daughter."
"What..." she trailed off, astounded by this narrative as if it were some kind of parallel world. "...the fuck?"
He chuckled. "You wouldn’t even say things like that. You were very... proper back then. I remember you planned to enter the monastery to become a nun. You loved doing missionary and volunteer work, and you were very helpful to the church."
At this point, Lola was convinced the man was insane. Completely crazy! Jasmine and Mike being proper parents? Those two were rotten to begin with! And Lola? With the church? That sounded like a hallucination.
"You would’ve become a nun and even promised me you’d serve in my church," he added, unbothered by the growing doubt in her eyes. His eyelids drooped dangerously as he continued, "But then, you met him."
"Huh?"
"Atlas Bennet, who had visited the church for the first time," he clarified. "He wanted you at first sight."
Lola blinked, her cheeks slowly turning red. She scratched her cheek with her forefinger, and a sheepish voice slipped out.
"Really?"
"You look happy, Lola."
She bit her lip, momentarily forgetting about her paralyzed legs and the danger of the entire situation. "Is it obvious? Hehe."
"He raped you."
"What?"


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