Claire and her friends were caught between life and death, for they knew very well they could not fight George and his men together. So Claire signaled Stephnie. Actually, when Murphy had tied the three girls' hands earlier, he had done it in such a way that, if necessary, they could free themselves. At Claire's signal, Stephnie and Lily both began trying to loosen their bonds — but because George stood before Claire with lust in his eyes, Claire could not bring herself to free her own hands.
"Where did you vanish to that party night, sweetheart? If a girl like you were to come into my hands, I'd pay any price. You look like you're still a virgin. Do you know how rare virgins are these days? And if you find one, you pay a heavy price." George said, roughly groping Claire's breasts.
"Hands off you filthy bastard!" Lily screamed when she saw George molest Claire.
"It seems my other sweetheart doesn't like me enjoying another woman's breasts while she's around, so she's shouting to get my attention. That's fine, dear! First I'll taste Claire's youth, then I'll enter your pussy too." George said shamelessly to Lily.
Before he could do anything, Stephnie and Lily had already freed their hands. Stephnie shoved George and grabbed Claire, running for the exit. Lily grabbed George's gun as they fled, and the three of them raced up to the first floor. George's men opened fire on them, while Lily returned fire with the gun she'd taken. But Lily's pistol held only twelve bullets, and the girls knew that once they ran out of ammunition, George's men would come upstairs and either kill them or tear their bodies apart and destroy their dignity.
Claire saw that her two friends were terrified; Stephnie kept clutching the cross around her neck and prayed to Jesus, pleading for protection for herself and her friends. Lily fired, but her shots missed—fear had ruined her aim. Meanwhile, Murphy had fainted from blood loss and pain. Seeing no other option, Claire shouted loudly at George, "George! I'll sleep with you and be your kept woman, but I have one condition."
George brightened and ordered his men to stop shooting. "Tell me your condition, my love. I'll do anything to have your virgin pussy," he said.
"Fine. Then tell your men to let my two friends and Murphy go. You won't harm them; they'll leave the farmhouse once. After that I'll walk to the bedroom, strip, and, like a good submissive woman, seduce you — I'll make you a drink first and then spend the whole night in your bed with you in every position. Do you accept?" Claire deliberately spoke seductively to tempt George so he would agree to free Lily, Stephnie, and Murphy.
"Are you out of your mind, Claire? What are you saying? We're not leaving you here alone," Stephnie scolded Claire.
"We'll live together and die together — because we are 'The Ghost Mentors,'" Lily told Claire, trying to make her understand.
Claire knew her best friends would never leave her alone, but she still persuaded them. She said that if they managed to get out safely they could get the police or help and then come back, while she would stall George by making up an excuse and refuse to have sex with him for as long as needed. In doing so, the police would catch George red-handed, Marry's spirit would be given peace, and Murphy's life would be saved. Both friends didn't want to leave Claire, but Claire threatened that if they didn't go she would hand herself over to George anyway.
From downstairs George called, "Okay, darling. As you wish. Tell my men not to stop your friends — they can take Murphy and leave."
With no other option, Stephnie and Lily began to leave. Before going, Lily handed Claire the gun — there was only one bullet left. Downstairs, Stephnie and Lily lifted Murphy onto their shoulders and helped him into the car. They took one last look at the big farmhouse where their best friend was risking her life to save them. Then Stephnie drove the car out past the farmhouse boundary. Claire was left alone in the farmhouse, not knowing what to do, though she was glad she had saved her two best friends and a good man like Murphy.
"What should I do now? How do I save myself and my honor from this bastard?" Claire thought. For a moment she considered using the last bullet on herself so George could not violate her honor. But if she killed herself she would never learn the truth about her father's death. She abandoned the suicide plan.
From below came George's voice: "Sweetheart! I'm sending two of my female staff up to help you get ready."
At that, two of George's female staff came upstairs, took Claire to the bedroom, and began to shower and dress her. Claire went into the bathroom; after using the toilet she leaned down to wash and then looked up into the mirror — and froze. Marry's spirit stood behind her in the glass.
"Claire, you don't need to be afraid. I will protect you. But before I can do anything I need a body. If you give me permission, may I use your body as a vessel for a while?" Marry's spirit asked Claire.
Claire thought: she was already facing death — either she would be killed by George's men, or she could let Marry act through her. With that in mind she gave permission for Marry to enter her body. In the next instant Marry's spirit possessed Claire.
Claire walked out of the bathroom in a changed manner and told the female staff to leave the room and summon George inside. The staff immediately went downstairs and informed George that Claire had called him up. George's heart leapt with joy; he opened a drawer on the nearby table and took out a packet of condoms. He thought that because Claire was a virgin he shouldn't use one the first time with her — and besides, he intended to kill her after.
Thinking all this, George reached the upstairs room where Claire was lying on the bed in just her bra and panties, waiting for him. Seeing Claire in those clothes completely changed George's mood, and he went wild like a jungle dog, the way jungle dogs chase a bitch to mate with her.
"George, my darling! Have a little patience. I am yours now, aren't I? So whatever we do, we will do it in a seductive and pleasurable way. But I wanted to know something from you," Claire said, subtly stopping George from coming closer, and then got up to prepare a peg for George from the bottle kept there. George sat right there on the bed, waiting for Claire.
"Darling! Don't torment me. The fire of passion is burning inside me to possess this body of yours. Quickly take off this bra and panty too, and let me see your pink pussy and pink nipples, so I can feel like I am in heaven."
"But first, answer one of my questions," Claire asked, turning towards George while dropping an ice cube into the prepared peg. "When you used to work in the Pennsylvania Police Department, did you know an Allen McPhee?"
"Yes, the name sounds familiar, but I never got a chance to work with him because I was in the medical team. But yes, I heard Allen was quite honest, and some people in the department itself conspired with a bank robbers' gang to carry out a robbery, which Allen was investigating. And the department people had him killed out of fear of their secret being exposed. But I'm not sure. Now don't delay, let me taste both the beauty and the drink," George said, gesturing for Claire to come closer. But at that very moment, Marry's spirit possessed Claire's body, which George could not see.
The moment George took the glass from Claire's hand and put it to his lips, and with his other hand tried to pull Claire closer by grabbing her waist, Claire's face transformed, becoming terrifying. George got up from the bed out of fear and started calling out to his men. Marry had now completely taken control of Claire's body; she quickly put on her clothes and started severely beating George. As soon as George's men rushed into the room, Marry's spirit turned on them too, killing them one by one. George now understood that Marry's spirit would not spare him either, so he quickly started heading down to the ground floor. But within five minutes, Marry had killed all of George's men. The severed heads, hands, and feet of those men lay scattered across the room, which was drenched in blood.
George came down to the floor and hid behind an almirah, trying to conceal himself with slow breaths. But at that moment, Marry's spirit, in Claire's body, came downstairs and began humming a song, searching for George all around. As Marry's spirit hummed that song, George's condition worsened. He knew that if he fell into the hands of Marry's spirit right now, she would give him a terrible death.
But perhaps today, George's luck was not favoring him. Marry's spirit found him, grabbed him, and slammed him onto the floor, causing blood to flow from George's head. Marry's spirit, through Claire's body, spoke, "I promised Claire that I would not kill you, and I would have done so, but first you killed me and my unborn child, and today you tried to kill my husband too. Even then, I might have let you live, but you wanted to satisfy your lust with these girls because you are a dog's tail that can never be straight. If I let you live today, you will come out tomorrow on the strength of your money and play with the lives of innocent people again. It's better that I give you such a terrible death that no one dares to act like you ever again." At this moment, Marry's spirit was extremely angry, grinding her teeth.
George fell at the feet of Marry's spirit, begging her for mercy, but Marry's spirit tore one of George's hands off his body and separated it. George screamed in pain, and Marry's spirit spoke, "Does it hurt now? I was in the same pain that day when your men were continuously kicking me in the stomach. I also begged them for the life of myself and my unborn child, but no one showed me any pity. So tell me, you bastard, how can I show pity to you?"
George was running frantically throughout the farmhouse. Blood was spurting continuously from where his hand had been ripped off. Just then, Marry's spirit grabbed him again and tore off his other hand as well.
On the other side, Lily and Stephnie had reached a hospital with Murphy and admitted him. They then went from there to the police station, told them everything, and also showed the police Murphy's statement, which they had recorded when he briefly regained consciousness while being admitted.
The police, recognizing the seriousness of the case, alerted all officers, and several police vans sped towards George's farmhouse. Lily and Stephnie were sitting in one of these vans, continuously praying to Jesus for Claire's safety.
Soon, the police reached George's farmhouse, but the sight there horrified every officer. Corpses were strewn everywhere in the farmhouse, and the condition of the bodies was such that some were missing heads, some hands, and some entire parts of their bodies. Seeing this gruesome sight, Lily and Stephnie feared the worst for Claire and started calling out her name. But moving a little further inside, the police found a half-body hanging with the help of an iron rod, in which there was still a little life left. However, not a single part of that body was intact, and this was none other than George himself, whose life ebbed away right in front of the police officers. Seeing the state of George's body, some police officers even vomited. But when the police entered the house inside the farmhouse, they found Claire unconscious on a couch, who was immediately sent to the hospital for medical help.
Well, six hours had passed since that incident, and doctors had declared both Claire and Murphy out of danger. This made Stephnie and Lily very happy.
"Claire, are you alright? How did you survive?" Stephnie asked, seeing Claire regain consciousness.
"I truly don't remember anything, Stephnie. The last thing I recall is Marry's spirit asking for my permission to enter my body, and I gave it. After that, I was asking George something, and then I went blank. Now that my eyes are open, I am here in the hospital. By the way, where is George? The police arrested him, right?" Claire asked curiously.
"They would have arrested him if they could find his hand to put the handcuffs on," Lily said while applying her nail polish.
"What do you mean? I don't understand anything," Claire asked, bewildered.
As soon as Claire asked this, Stephnie and Lily told her everything they had seen when they returned to the farmhouse with the police. Hearing this, Claire said, "But Marry shouldn't have done that. She should have handed George over to the law."
"If Marry's spirit hadn't killed him that day, you wouldn't be alive with us today, Claire," Stephnie emphasized. And Stephnie had spoken the absolute truth.
"By the way, how is Murphy now?" Claire asked.
"He is out of danger now," Lily replied.
Just then, Tom entered the hospital room—the same Tom whose car Claire and her friends had borrowed to solve the mystery.
"Hi Girls! I hope you all enjoyed the trip very much," Tom said, placing the fruit he had brought for Claire on the side table.
"Tom, you here?" the three girls asked in unison, shocked.
"Yes, I had to come, because the master plan to send the three of you here was mine, so that my sister could get justice," Tom said, sitting on a nearby chair.
"Look, we don't understand anything. Tell us clearly, who is your sister?"
"Marry Thomas." As soon as Tom said this, a sudden silence fell over the entire room.