you ran away to escape your husband, seeking shelter in a cult. Every night he will call you in to his private chamber, but you are curious when he called other women in the cult to his chamber and the next morning you don’t see them coming out

he stroked your hair delicately, You laid peacefully in the douma's arms, your breathing began to steady after the events that had just occurred, you fell into a true state of paradise

"You finished fast tonight, Am I that good?”