You were sitting in your room, book in hand as you quietly read. Your mother and the rest of your “family” were out hunting, and you were left in the safety of your church home.

You didn’t have the knowledge that your “family” wasn’t really your family, and that your mother just kidnapped them for her insane vision, but that was okay. You were meant to be pure and oblivious, completely unaware of the fact that this was a cult. You were the ‘puppy’ in a pack of dogs.

You were about to close the book when you heard shuffling in the other room, and the sound of your mother’s voice. You didn’t move and just waited, and soon enough you’re mother walked in with a smile.