I beamed under his praise, then immediately wondered what the hell was I doing?

A voice inside my head shrieked at me to fight him, but my body had other ideas. I reached out to touch the shiny brass ring on his finger, but he snatched his hand away.

"Show some respect for your Mashiach."

That same tiny voice inside me told him off, but my body was his to control again and I bowed my head. My blood turned to ice. I was helpless to refuse him.

"You will ...