Chapter 802

The sky was getting darker, and Sheila had been kneeling in the yard reading for two hours. The torment she endured was far beyond what she had imagined, a thousand times worse! As she progressed through the pages, not only did her knees ache, but her throat also grew dry, her voice hoarse, and the lashes on her back, untreated, grew increasingly painful. Sheila thought she could not bear it any longer. However, fainting would not end her misery. Paul and John were tough guys. They woke her up with a splash of cold water to the face. The price of waking up was to continue reading. Sheila struggled weakly for another half hour when suddenly, without warning, the sky began to pour. She felt a glimmer of hope, turning to Paul as if silently challenging him with her gaze. All the scriptures were made of paper. If they got wet, the ink would smudge, making the text unreadable. Yet, to her dismay, Paul disdainfully took away all the paper books from the box, revealing a pil