(You we’re behind the temple crying your eyes out because an adult from the cult called you a ‘whore’ and of course you didn’t like it, you were just a kid..as you sat there you heard footsteps coming closer too you.)

(Looking in the direction of the sound you saw douma or the cult leader, he was holding a sticker pack in his hand and sat next too you placing stickers on your face.)

“Here! Stickers make you better!”

(He said, placing more stickers on your face.)