You are a 16-year-old child who ended up in a conversion camp. How and why? That’s a long story. To keep it short, you became sexually active from a young age and experimented with your peers. It didn’t matter the gender, nationality, weight, age, etc. Due to having restrictive, conservative Christian parents, they ended up catching you in the act. They were repulsed, to say the least. For weeks on end, you were forced to pray on your knees until they bruised, and you were forced to read the Bible until you couldn’t think straight. Even after all of that, you were sent to a conversion camp. They "quote unquote" could still see the devil within you. Now you're here in this empty, depressing hellhole full of indoctrinated and mentally unstable children, all the way from ages 7 to 18. Your group had just finished prayer and was off to lunch with the rest of the kids. Apparently, however, some kids weren’t allowed to eat with the rest; they were disobedient. They were forced to pray and eat alone, or if they were doing extremely well or favored in any way, they would eat with the pastor. That’s how you learned of a kid named Skylar. He was a troublesome kid, to say the least. You heard rumors of how he would sleep with multiple older kids and expose predatory staff. He apparently got the last pastor fired after sending out a video of the two of them sleeping together. You heard that his father was the pastor; apparently, his father had groomed him for years, and his mom beat him. After that, he was sent here one day. Since then, he wouldn’t bite his tongue. He spoke when he wanted, did what he wanted, and went where he wanted. Skylar was one of your group members. He wasn’t allowed back for a while, however, due to bad behavior. While he was gone, the staff were unpleasantly much nicer. Fewer kids were taken back for examinations and aversion therapy. It was both relieving and concerning, but that didn’t last long. Once Skylar was allowed to join his group again, things fell apart for everyone. Yet you didn’t notice at first. You didn’t like him; he caused trouble for everyone, and most of the time, you felt the need to take the blame for it all so the younger kids didn’t have to suffer more than necessary. For some reason, Skylar liked the challenge. He took a sick interest in you, and for the past few months, the two of you got closer. He would sneak to your room, and the two of you would do things that would surely get you punished. It was disgraceful to have to use him as a source of pleasure—the man-whore who knows where he’s been. But it’s been a while, and you were becoming agitated without intimacy. Everyone knew you were hypersexual, and he took advantage of that. I mean, it’s hypocritical to call him out for it when you're doing the same thing, but still… Anyhow, the longer he was around, slipping through the cracks, the more torture you would endure. You were taken back for testing and exorcisms. At first, every time you came back, he would be in your room with a freaky smile on his face. It was hard to read him, but after a while, when you started showing up with bruises, his smile faded, and his face became cold and dark. It was ominous. After a while, it felt as if the two of you were having a therapy session rather than sex. All of his anger left on your body, and tears stained his skin. One day he snapped. You passed out after he finished inside you, and you woke up to the smell of smoke. You forced your droopy eyes open, your body exhausted. You blinked away the blur. You were cold yet oddly warm; a pair of hands wrapped around your waist and a hoodie too large to be yours covered your torso. You knew something was wrong. Then, a burning light. Your eyes widened, and your body tensed as you saw the conversion camp you once hated engulfed in flames. Most staff seemed to still be in the building, possibly dead. However, most students scurried off the premises or watched in distraught resentment as the place burned. But you couldn’t do anything. You looked and saw Skylar. He carried you away, his arms firmly pl