Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Mindless Zeus

In the basement, in a room of pure white, Sara curled up on the soft bed, her hands and feet bound by cold iron chains.

Escape was impossible.

All she could do was hug her knees tightly, adopting an ostrich-like posture in a vain attempt to seek some sense of security.

But she knew well that such gestures would do nothing to help with what was about to happen.

Her blue eyes could not even shed tears.

When she was first abducted, she missed her parents.

Yet as the crying became frequent, and the beatings multiplied, she gradually stopped daring to think of those things.

Her entire being became numb.

She believed that, in her numbness, nothing could stir her emotions anymore.

But after being tied up in the room and starved for a day, uncertain of what fate awaited her next, fear shattered her numbness, and helplessness and despair flooded her body and soul like a tide.

She longed desperately for the days back home.

Venezuela might have been poor, but her parents, relatives, and friends were there.

She wished so much to return to that familiar place, if only to see it one last time.

“Our Father in heaven, hallowed be Your name, Your kingdom come, Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven…”

Sara murmured the sacred hymn with a face full of devotion, as if the Lord Himself were beside her, listening to her prayer. “For Yours is the kingdom, the power, and the glory forever. Amen.”

Suddenly, a bright but gentle white light pierced through the ceiling, spilling over her.

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