I walked out of that cave and could instantly tell the difference in all the people their. They had these auras to them as if they were ready for anything that could come their way.

They were ready for a war. While others looked… broken.

It was odd but me and mister with the tattoos stood out the most I guess. The child and the crippled working together to get the job done. None of the other children were here. So that means they died.

We stood on marked pads in a semi circle like formation. As we waited for whatever would come next.

Soon the man in golden robes appeared and sliding out from a shadow in the corner of the room. I saw many of the people here rock and twist. I might not go as far as to say he scared them but they were surprised at his existence.

He skipped in a merry manner until he was in the centre of the circle if the circle was completed. “ Ladys and gentlemen m- impressive child.” His eyes when around the group but they stopped on me. But it didn’t take long for his eyes to continue on wards. “ Oh it seems like there's one missing as there is no extra. Ah here he comes.”

Then a smaller man no child walked out from the entrance. He was young but older than me. Although his aure. It was like theirs.

“ I am glad you could join us but unfortunately there's only room for twenty four so you will need to take a spot if you please or you can stay here and accept your fate.”

He walked straight over to me. “ Move”

He said but I didn’t move. So he punched me and I feel back. I looked up at him. He came and stood over me. Then he picked up my leg and placed his foot on my crotch. And he pulled until something gave way. I screamed in pain. He knelt down and began to beat me then he got up to go away.

I reach to the side and pick up a rock. I throw it at his head. It hit and he stumbled a bit. He then turned around and grabbed me by the throat and pulled me off. I was punching and kicking but it didn’t look like it did much. One of my legs didn’t work.

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He throw me face first into the wall. Then he kick me in the back of the head. I was choking on my own teeth. He smiled in a satisfaction. The begin to walk away but once more I throw a rock at his head. He stumbled again this time he reached up behind his head and felt around gently and when pulled his hand away their was some blood although not much. He instantly turn around and pick up that rock.

You could clearly see the blood on the rock he came forward with a brisk pace and I desperately scavenged for another rock to throw but he gotta me first he reached for my throat and open my jaw then he spat on the rock and began to force it down my throat. The first thing to give way was my jaw and soon it was hard to breath I was choking and gasping on the little air I had and soon vomit was pushing up against the rock and spilling out from the side of my mouth mixing in with the blood and pooling beside my head that was push against the ground. My vision got blurry and the smell was horrific in nature. But the worst part was the powerlessness I felt. That he could do anything to me if he pleased and with one hand he was forcing this hell on me the other he was stimulating the area between my legs and smiling. He was having fun. Tears began to spill now and his eyes squinted and he reached for my paints.

I was losing the ability to think to understand only the sense of weakness overpowered all soon.

NO! This is not me! I will not submit I will not summit! I fail and struggle with all my heart to keep him from pulling my pants down but his smile only widens with my desperation attempts to stop him. I hear a few curses but no one will come to my aid.

Something rises in his thin paints he is ‘exited’ now.

He twists the rock in my mouth and the pain I believed to be the peak grows.

At this point I blacked out. I think this was a great blessing. I think god took pity on me that day.

I awoke in a gasp that didn’t sound like me. My jaw was hanging loosely. I tried to sit up only to find my legs wouldn’t move. And my pants were missing their was this think smell of cum. A pool of piss fell from my mouth a blessing that it was broken enough that I couldn’t taste a thing. But that didn’t stop me from trying to throw up but without the working jaw muscles to the vomit could do nothing but smother my throat in its acidic texture.

Tears feel from but one eye as the other tear ducts had been ripped out as had the eye.

I cried for hours and hours and eventually I stopped and looked around. A light headed feeling to it all.

I was laying on a bed on top of a cement floor yet there were no walls or roof I was under the open sky. I twisted and turned. Hate filled my gut as did rage but mainly fear. Fear of being weak.

Then I looked up and saw him. The man in grey.

He was sitting their casually on another chair at the edge of the bed. He looked up at me and smiles then he stands up and walks over to me and sit at the edge of the bed instead of next to it. He reached for my jaw. I want to run and flee but I lock up instead even the fear is locked in place and he grabs my jaw and fits it back in place.

He turns to look at me and says.

“ Hey… what's your name?”

“... I… a...m Kung.”

“ Hey… want to control life and death with me Kung? ”

That was how I meet my god.

The god of love.