Our leader, the Lamb

The beginning

The Lamb saved me.

I was cut open, dying, and tied up unto a web by some man dressed as a spider. The Lamb had payed for me, and saved me from death.

When he took me to his cult, there were no words spoken. I had been undressed by him, and some elders, as they call them, had varnished me in a new red cloak. The symbol of a Lamb was on the back. He had walked to me, and gave me a bowl of soup. Then he would lead me to a tent, and I had slept for 2 days after that.

When I awoke, I saw the Lamb standing above me. From my angle I studied him; he was tall, slim but fit with no shirt on. His pants came to an end mid way down hid calves, which revealed his furry, hoved legs. The pants were an old, red, raggedy blanket material, and they hung very loosely off his hips. You could see his undergarments, which were a black thin material that hugged snuggly against his groin. He had a toned chest and back, and upon his shoulders lay a red cloak. He wore a Lamb mask, which had a back piece that reached past his shoulders. The mask stopped midway down his chin, and all around the bottom beads were sewn onto it to cover his face. However, from my angle I could see his sharp jaw.

The Lamb stuck a hand out, presumably for me to follow. At the time, since I was new there, I assumed you were allowed to touch the Lamb, which you were not. I had also expected him to talk, but he would never talk to anyone. It was a very very rare privilege to talk to the man.
I stood, and gently took his hand, of which was promptly snatched away with a slight huff from this man. Now standing, I could see he was about 6 foot tall, maybe more. He looked down on me, most likely sizing me up. Of course I wasn't much to see. I was a short boy, about 5' 5" with dark, wavy hair. Not very fit either, I was just overall average.
He began to walk away and I carefully followed, not touching him this time. The Lamb led me to a corner, with loads of Headwear.
I had noticed everyone else had animal skins atop their heads, with pieces of cloth covering chins.
The Lamb handed me one, which was a pig. Astonished, I pushed it back to him. How dare he call me a pig??
"I will not be wearing no pig cloak."
My southern accent kind of drawled out. I was actually originally from a more western cult before I had ran away, in search for freedom.
The Lamb looked at me, with absolute amazement that I had refused a command. He pushed the pig garment back towards me, to which I quickly backed away. He just stared at me. Even if I couldn't see his eyes, I could feel the anger burning. And all I did was stare at him.
One last time, he attempted to give me the disgusting pig head, and one last time I pushed it back. Before I could even try to avoid it, he slapped me. Pretty hard too, I fell to the ground at his feet.
Staring at him, I had no idea what to do. So I shook my head no. I did not want to be a pig for the rest of my life, no matter how hard this random man beat me.
He threw the cloak to the ground, and picked up a deer one. That I could wear.
Seemingly to question me, he held it up nest to himself. I nodded gently. The Lamb seemed to swell with anger, and to combat that he landed a heavy kick to my face, leaving a gash along me cheek bone.
He picked me up from my wounded stance, and threw me over his shoulder. I had no idea where I was going, or if I'd be killed, but I just knew to obey whatever he wanted.
The Lamb took me to another spot that helped cloth scraps.
With a heavy sigh he placed me upon the ground and proceeded to study the scraps. Grabbing an ugly, brown stained, smelly blue piece he held it out to me. A huge hesitation fell over me, because I didn't want to get hit but who in the world would want to wear that piece of trash?
"N-no.."
He slowly brought the piece back to the pile, and just pointed to it. I looked at him, dumbstruck, before I began to shuffle through. I actually ended up finding a very clean piece among the nasty old ones, it even matched the head with its brown color.
I showed my scrap the man, kind of pleased with myself. The Lamb grabbed the scrap, and garment, and began to walk away. It appeared that he was walking towards an old lady who would sew the pieces together, but he stopped. Turning around, he looked at me and pointed towards a worship looking building. I nodded and began to walk over there, where I would wait until he was done.
While waiting a kind young lady walked up to me.
"Hey newcomer! Settling in yet?"
"Oh yea.. I take it the Lamb guy is the leader? He's kind of an ass..."
"He's wonderful! Just don't get on his bad side, and never try and talk to him. Do your work and you'll have no issues! I see you already saw what happens if you anger him... just be careful next time haha!"
Just then she looked over my shoulder and promptly shuffled off.
I turned around just to bump into the Lamb. He looked down at me, dissatisfied with it all and just placed the cloak on my head. The fit was actually perfect and I somehow could see from under the cloth.
He walked into the building, and I followed. Having been sat in a circle thing, I was soon surrounded by many other cult members. A low hum was brought by them all. The Lamb began a song, the first words I would hear from him.
Supposedly that's the only words he would speak to anyone, I would learn.
They all began a chant and a ritual, which must have been appointing me as one of them, since they actually started circling me. Obviously I couldn't be bothered less, I quickly fell asleep.

What seemed hours later I woke to a dark room. A hand was on my shoulder and I looked over to see the Lamb standing with a candle. He beckoned me to follow, and led me to my tent. It was broken apart. I just looked around, trying to find which of these crazy cult members decided to break it. I hadn't even been here a day!
I turned around to complain to the Lamb, but he was nowhere to be seen. All I saw was a light in the distance. Of course instead of just fixing my tent and sparing myself from getting injured by this man, I walked myself to his little shack.
I barged in, and saw him in middle of taking off his head thing.  The Lamb scrambled to keep it on, and I just began ranting on and on.
"You, sir really need to grow up! You cannot expect me of all these people to just live off on my own! I HAVENT EVEN LEARNED YOUR NAME!!! I have no idea why I'm here, all I know is that you bought me, and now I'm forced into yet another cult! All I wanted was my freedom but nooooo you just had to buy me instead of let me die, right?!?!? What do you even want?! I'm useless! You've seen it! I'm stubborn, i hate working for others, and I hate doing anything in general! I swear I will run away if you don't set me free! I-"
My little speech was cut off by him slapping and hitting the shit out of me. I started wailing, telling him to stop. All he dad was cover my mouth and whisper to me, "Be grateful."
I wriggled out of his grip and tried to stand up off the floor, and he kicked me square in the gut.
Laying there, wheezing from his blows, I just cried. Thats all I could do. All I wanted was to be free and now I can't even talk to my leader. Hell he won't talk to anyone, can I just die already? Please just get me out, whatever God's are up there.
I cried myself to sleep, laying there.

The sun woke me up, and all I felt was a stabbing pain everywhere.
I cried out, only to find myself hushed by a gag thingy. I wildly looked around for that dammed Lamb, but he was gone. I tried to move my stiff arms, and I could but barely, and I removed the gag cloth from my mouth. I debated screaming for help, but I decided against it just tried to see how much of myself was bruised and hurting. Actually a lot of it was.
I studied what I was laying on, and wasn't all that disappointed. It was a soft bear skin, with many blankets stacked up, and two fluffy pillows. This was all on the floor, but so be it beds were overrated anyways.
A overwhelming sense of thirst came over me and I grabbed the closest liquid, which was a bowl of water placed suspiciously close to me.
I grabbed it and gulped it all down, before I quite literally just fell over asleep again.

Something nudged me and I scrambled backwards when I noticed the Lamb standing above me. Laying against the wall I began to beg, but he held out a hand to silence me.
"Please, I didn't mean any of it. Thank you s-"
He placed a hand on my knee, and I quickly shut up. All the Lamb did was hand me a piece of paper, then walked away into the setting sky.
I read it, You are now part of my cult, and you will obey me. I will not speak to you, for its forbidden. The other members are to work, and so are you. If you run away a hunt will be started, and you will be sacrificed for bad behavior. I can do whatever I want to you, and you may not disagree. Now obey me and there will be no more injuries. Go to your tent, I fixed it, and stay there. My shed is off limits.
I stood, shakily, and wobbled back to my tent, where I slept yet again.
Man I slept most of my first week huh?