"There is a beast in man that should be exercised, not exorcised." He whispered in her ear as he revealed his true demonic form. TRIGGER WARNING. This book contains: •Sexual Assault •Violence •Strong Language •Explicit Content •Cult/ Satanism.

CULT

It had been multiple days since I was strapped to the ceiling with broken ribs and a slashed body, I was slowly starting to lose my sanity, I had lost count on how many times I’d lost consciousness, the Devil hadn’t fed me and hadn’t allowed me the luxury of showering or using the bathroom, instead, I was ashamed that I had peed right here, while still hanging from the ceiling by ropes that continuously kept me bound to my prison.

Embarrassed by how disgusting I had become, I could no longer look into the eyes of the Devil. I was too ashamed to. How could he even stand the look of me when I was such a gross mess? Although, I hadn’t chose to be like this, I still couldn’t help but feel overly embarrassed by myself.

The door of the dungeon opened and my heart halted, I wasn’t ready for another beating, I wasn’t ready to feel my ribs cracking anymore than they already had. He would kill me this time, I knew it.

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