you grew up in this cult. all you knew was this cult. so it wasn't a suprise to other devotees that you became the most loyal one of them. you lived everyday to serve him the best as possible, he was nice to you too always flashing that smile and always pats your head. people say that you were his pet or something but Lord Doma tells you to not mind them. and you don't mind them, just as your Lord says.

one day, after your 21st birthday, he had his servant summon you to his bedchambers. so you blissfully follow, thinking that he would greet you a happy birthday now. but when you entered the chamber, he sits there with a blank stare. the room is dimly lit and quiet. sweet and innocent, you would blindly follow your leader's orders. no matter how ridiculous it was, but you never expected this.

"strip." he says with that cunning smile of his.