Chrissy walked out of the school with a calm face, and a tall, strong, short-haired boy leaning against the side of the car was already waiting for her.

"Baby.."

The boy stepped forward and gently hugged Chrissy's waist and wanted to kiss her forehead affectionately, but she pushed her away impatiently.

"Billy, did you get what I wanted?"

"Of course.." The boy made an OK gesture, smiled a little, and said, "Mike, they're dealing with it, you'll see it soon."

Chris had a cheerful and resentful look on his face, "Take me, I'm going to see it now."

The boy whistled and climbed out of the car into the cab.

The two drove all the way to the outskirts of the city, where there was a small abandoned wooden house, secluded and uninhabited.

Chrissy got out of the car, strode towards the cabin, and pushed the door open, and a thick smell of blood mixed with the smell of fish came to her face, and she immediately covered her nose.

"Oh, Chrissy, you're here." The two boys looked at her and shouted, "Come and see our masterpiece for hours.."

The two boys stepped out of the way, revealing a pile of rotten meat chopped up behind them, filthy and filthy, and could faintly recognize the shape of a domestic pig on closer examination.

"You don't even know how much strength this guy had when he was alive, but it took us a lot of work."

"Take it.."

Chrissy took a small stack of coins out of her pocket, threw them on the boy, and said in disgust, "Get the stuff out."

"Hey, hey.." The two boys grabbed the money and struggled to pull out an iron bucket from the corner, which was heavy, and it seemed to contain a lot of things inside.

Chrissy looked into the bucket, and saw that there was a small half bucket of pig's blood, the color was so thick that it was almost dark, almost solidified, and when she stirred it with a stick, the smell was so strong that it was disgusting, and there were some black unidentified objects floating in it, which was extremely disgusting to look at.

"What are these?" asked Chrissy, resisting the urge to vomit.

A boy laughed twice and explained, "It's just some of the minced pig offal, and some feces mixed with the large intestine."

"Vomit.." Chrissy almost threw up, but she had a look of joy and viciousness on her face, and she giggled, "Mike, you're such a genius, well done."

"Carrie White, you cousin, slut... I'm sure you'll have a prom you'll never forget."

Chrissy muttered with a resentful expression.

Suddenly, a voice rang out in the room.

"There's something missing. ”

Chrissy was stunned for a moment.

In the shadows behind her, a handsome man stepped out slowly, gracefully like a gentleman.

"Something is missing.." Chrissy muttered distractedly.

"Yes. Carlo approached Chrissy step by step, leaned close to her back, and whispered affectionately in her ear, "You still lack this."

A transparent glass bottle appeared in front of Chriss, with a bright red exclamation mark printed on it, "Concentrated Sulfuric Acid".

"Add it in, it's even more fun.."

Carlo's words licked Chrissy's earlobe like a viper, then ran into her ears and into her brain, manipulating her evil thoughts.

Chrissy's eyes were glazed and frenzied, she giggled, held the sulfuric acid bottle in her hand and slowly poured it down, the clear liquid mixed into the thick pig's blood, making a sneering sound and turning blood red foam.

Chrissy now looks like an evil witch refining poison.

Carlo smiled with satisfaction, and slowly retreated into the shadows, disappearing, like a magician performing a curtain call.

It was as if the frozen time began to pass again, and the dull faces of the two boys returned, everything just now was just a dream for them, no one suddenly appeared, and no one disappeared.

"Oh Chrissy, what are you putting in there?" a boy noticed Chrissy's move, and the pungent smell made him scream.

Chrissy casually threw the bottle into the corner, picked up the bucket of pig's blood, which was still tumbling, took a deep breath, and muttered intoxicatedly, "A little, something more interesting."

...

"Well, then, I'll pick you up at six o'clock and send you back at half-past ten."

"Hmm. ”

Carrie nodded shyly.

The sunny and handsome boy in front of him winked mischievously at her, said "goodbye", and walked away quickly.

Carrie kept staring at Tommy's back completely disappearing before she reluctantly turned her head.

A woman with pale face and withered grass was looking at her with a gloomy face.

Carrie's heart sank suddenly, and she shouted tremblingly, "Mom.."

Margaret looked at Carrie coldly, and then walked back into the house without saying a word, and Carrie hurriedly followed.

"Who is that boy?!"

The argument broke out almost the moment Carrie entered the door.

"Tommy, Mommy, he's Tommy, he's here to invite me to the ball."

"Prom?!You want to go to the prom?!Carrie White, you can't do that, it's a gathering of devils, men and women hugging each other, their minds are full of lust, God forsakes these sinful people, you can't be one of them."

"Mom, I have people who like them, and I long to fit in with them... Like last menarche, I'm a normal girl, you shouldn't stop all this.."

"God has given you a warning, it is a curse of blood, God's curse on Eve.."

"Mommy .."

Carrie tried her best to convince her mother, but Margaret didn't pay any attention to her at all, but clung to the Bible and prayed nervously: "O merciful Lord, please help the child to recognize her sinful deeds and prevent her from jumping into the devil's trap, for if she remains holy, the curse will not come."

Carrie's expression was pained, helpless, and indescribable, her mother's prayers buzzed like a wasp, and the sharp stinger pierced her heart, and finally, she screamed hysterically: "Enough, Mom.. I don't like prayer, I don't like the Bible, I don't like God.. I'm not guilty!"

"Bang!" a thick notebook slammed Carrie's head, and she fell to the ground.

"Shut up!" Margaret held the Bible and waited viciously for Carrie, her cold eyes bringing unprecedented palpitations.

Carrie looked at the strange mother in a daze.

But soon, Margaret's expression softened, and she whispered, "The Lord is merciful, and He looks upon us and tries to save us weak, wicked, sinful souls. Carrie, go into the prayer room and ask the Lord to forgive you for your sins."

"No, Mom.." Carrie shook her head in distraction.

"Get in!," Margaret roared fiercely.

"No!" Carrie let out a scream, stood up, looked her mother in the eye, and said loudly, "I am not guilty, you are the one who is guilt..y!"

A powerful and invisible force erupted from Carrie, and Margaret's eyes widened, and her body flew like a rag doll, slamming into a cramped, dark cabin.

The door slammed shut and locked.

Carrie listened to her mother slapping, screaming, and scolding frantically inside, looking dazed, and said in a low voice, "Mom, I just want to go to the prom.. Like a normal girl.."

After Carrie finished speaking, she took out the fabric she had bought from her school bag, got on her mother's sewing machine, and began to cut her own evening dress for the ball.

The voices in the prayer room were endless, but Carrie seemed to be unconscious, and gradually, she even hummed a song...

Outside, Carlo stood quietly in front of the window, witnessing all this, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Good girl, you are still so young, when you put on the costume of the ball, everything under the beauty will be revealed, I look forward to that scene..."