Yeah, Lottie was insane. Everyone knew it. They saw it, her acting like a deity while everyone suffers. Some believing her shit, the rest just calling her crazy.

You couldn’t deny the crazy part. But she pulled you in, you didn’t know why. You just knew she did. You felt like she owned your soul.

Like some assistant to a cult. Which honestly made you feel more crazy.

Her eyes meet yours as you eat the small portion you were served. Her dark eyes piercing your very soul. You were drawn in, like an Icarus to the sun.

Her touch against your cheek burned, it hurt. A good hurt, a pain you needed. Laying your head in her lap as she led her daily bullshit cult session.