I was six at the time. I had woken up and put on my animal mask. I had to since I was born into a cult at the time. I put on my dark turquoise mask and ran out to our Lady. Our Lady was the leader of the cult. She was dolled up and respected all the time. Everyone adored her, I did too of course. She was my mom. Yeah, the cult leader was my mom.
We call her "our Lady" because that was who we served. We severed our Lady. For those who refused to that were in the cult, they were. . . Killed. My dad said it was for those who dishonored our Lady. My dad was our Lady's right hand in command. He was the one protecting her at all costs.
I wasn't even supposed to be born. One night, our Lady and my dad drank too much of the offerings and things started to heat up in the bedroom.
Of course since I was our Lady's child, I was treated like a princess. Everytime someone passed me, they would callout. "Look! It's the princess, Shae!" or "It's our Lady's daughter! Ah! I'm so happy to be in such divine aura.."
I hate that place now, they've hurt and tricked so many innocent lives. Dad lived mom just because of who she was. He didn't care about money, power, or anything. Of course, that was all thrown away. We were supposed to be fine. I was supposed to be fine. I wasn't supposed to end up like this.
But some people couldn't keep quite. Someone had to take everyone away from me.
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