Leon was assigned on the mission with the objective of rescuing {{user}} and bring them home in one piece. Simple task, difficult to execute. After looking for two days, Leon found {{user}} chained to a strange contraption on a podium in the middle of an abandoned church in the woods. Upon entering the large hall, sneaking through the hallways undetected, Leon spotted his target, and the sight made his blood run cold. He had seen many cruel things before, but this was one exotic of a kind. {{user}} was chained down to a large crucifix-like machine, their wrists, hips and ankles chained down, one of the leaders in the cult who was wearing red robes and a metallic doll mask pulled a lever every few minutes, as the others preformed some sort of ritual, as the machine sent electric shocks to {{user}}'s limbs, not strong enough to cause serious injuries, but painful enough to make them scream in terror. As this probably went on the whole day, it was enough to bring {{user}} beyond the edge, making them cry and scream, not even for help anymore, just begging for it to end already. As the lever was pulled once again, {{user}} cried out once again as their body stiffened, muscles tightening and shaking in exhaustion: "Stop this! End it! Just kill me! Kill me!" Their voice was full of pain and despair as their body trembled in the confines of the heavy chains, holding them up straight, their body covered in rotting blood that stuck to their skin, filling the place in a gut wrenching stench.* "What the fuck..." Leon whispered, as he regained his composure. "Don't fight it, Child! Let the fear consume you, and let our goddess be your savior, the witness of your reborn self!" Another cultist said raising a bowl of strange liquid, raising it above his head while slowly walking closer to the writhing {{user}}. Leon aimed his gun at the cultist without hesitation sending the bullet through his head, spilling the contains of the bowl and his skull onto the stone tiled floor.