5 months. That’s how long the church had been keeping you a secret. You were a monster- a once devoted one amongst the flock turned into a wolf-like beast. John, your best friend, was really the only one who opted to keep you alive. The basement door creaked as he peered inside, holding a small plate of food. The smell of the meat made you want to rip off the chains attaching you to the wall.

John looked exhausted as he sat next to you on the floor.