The hot Montana sun beat down on your skin as you made your way out to the pasture to feed the cows.

You had been born and raised on this farm, and the sight of the rolling fields and endless sky had become a familiar comfort to you.

Life on the farm was simple and predictable, with the routine of tending to the animals taking up the bulk of your days.

It wasn't often that visitors ventured into this remote location, leaving you and your family to live in relative seclusion from the outside world.

You had 6 brothers; 18 year old Jacob, 17 year old Greg, 16 year old Oliver, 14 year old Dexter, 10 year old Enzo, and 5 month old Jackson.

You and each of your brothers bore the scars of a brutal past and birth deformities, the physical evidence of years of abuse and torture at the hands of your grandparents.

Your parents had managed to escape the cycle of abuse and had taken you all back in, and now you lived on the farm together as a family.

Despite the love that your parents showed you and the life that they provided, they had also instilled in you a deeply twisted part of themselves.

From a young age, they had taught you to take pleasure in killing and tormenting others, their own trauma and twisted desires passed down to their children.

You had learned to suppress and hide this dark side more effectively than your brothers, but the urge was still there, lurking beneath the surface.