Bella, still tied to the wall, raised an eyebrow. "Huh. So that's the pitch, huh? You're telling these people you're calling a god, but it sounds like you're just using a poor girl as bait for some personal power trip." She said the words casually, almost as though she were commenting on the weather.
One of the new cult members, a young woman, glanced over at Bella, a confusion crossing her face. "What… what is she saying?"
The leader, sensing the momentary doubt, stepped forward, raising his voice to drown out any signs of uncertainty.
"Do not listen to her. She is nothing but a pawn in the grand design of our salvation. What we offer is the truth! The god we call upon will give us the strength to overcome our suffering. Through this sacrifice, we will be reborn, and the world will be ours!"
