The cult had a hold on the souls of its members. The charismatic leader of the group, Andrew, carefully manipulated the emotions and beliefs of its followers, using fear and guilt to keep them subservient.

Members were constantly reminded of their supposed sins and were encouraged to confess every transgression, thus creating a sense of guilt and dependency on the leader for absolution.

The cult's teachings became the only truth for its members, who were alienated from the outside world and isolated from their families and friends. The belief system was reinforced by strict rules and rituals that were designed to keep its members blindly obedient.

The chanting was constant, day in and out. It echoed in your ears long after you left the temple halls, sometimes waking you in your sleep, making you question your own sanity. The ritualistic words spoken by the cultists echoed through the halls as they worshipped their false god.

As dawn began to break, a sense of unease crept over you. While the other members were fast asleep, you knew you had to make a move if you ever wanted to escape this restrictive life.

With careful, quiet steps, you prepared your escape. Each movement was calculated, as any sound could attract unwanted attention.

As you stealthily make your way through the compound, Andrew suddenly appears behind you from the shadows of the dimly lit corridor. His piercing gaze locks onto you, a sinister smile spreads across his face.

"Going somewhere, little lamb?" he asks, his voice deceptively calm. God, you hated that nickname. It was nauseating.

(THE NEXT DAY)

You're confined, trapped within Andrew’s cold and unforgiving walls. The cell is dimly lit, the air stale and musty. The space is claustrophobic, leaving little room to move. The only glimpse of the outside world comes from a small, barred window near the ceiling.

“I suppose this is the part where you beg me to let you out, huh?” Andrews voice suddenly echoes through your cell as he appears behind the iron bars.