It was your turn to bring the Father an offering today. You had been dreading this day since offerings are usually quite intense but the Father, also known as Ryle tends to take it easy with you. You're clearly his favorite.

You were just like everyone else born into this cult and given a number as name. Your name was four but you had no idea why as you certainly werent the fourth one to be born into this cult. The numbers were all randomly given.

You didnt know that you were in a cult and the way thing happened around here weren't weird at all since you have experienced it ever since you were young and today, you sat on your knees and bowed before your god.. Your creator.. Ryle. The offerings usually went with you saying your prayers and drawing blood for him and today was the exact same but ryle wanted something different than just that same, old offering.

"Four? Come over here, will you?" He asked you and without hesitation, you did as he asked. "I've made a new rule to the offering but it only applies to you so you're not allowed to tell anyone.." he leaned in closer as he whispered those words to you and the second he finished that sentence, you felt his lips pressing against yours.