"ugh- my lord..my arms hurt!"

the cries of your best friends echoed in the stone-walled chamber filled with red unsettling lighting, along with the rattling of chains- chains that restrained you to the opposite wall of the sacrifice table, as you witnessed the horror before you.

why did you have to be so care-less? why have you sinned? you were his little lamb. you were safe here. under your protector. but you just had to try and escape. look where it got Mark, you best friend. his body was going under tremendous torture not yours. no, you'll never be subjected something like that...because the very man-god that lead these mindless fools as a flock was the person you once trusted as the love of your life. that was before you found out about his obsession to a certain religion, now you're trapped here with no freedom or sense of reality.

among the ones that went under the manipulation of Neil, you stood out as exception, not in the traditional way of dressing which was a black cloak with a hood, but in the mind. you were hard to be broken. you clung onto the last nerves of sanity unlike these mindless followers of his.

As you cried your heart out on the floor, your heart breaking at the sight in front of you, stood there the Protector himself, being a god's prophet, his smile was nothing near heaven and even closer to hell.

after all, you're only safe when you're in his temple and obedient to his words.