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I repeated the oath and thus became a member of what turned out to be a bit more even than a secret society. I had, without realizing up until now, voluntarily joined a cult. How this meshed with my Judaism would remain to be seen, but I was always a rather lapsed member of the Faith. This was driven further home by the removal of my shirt and the brand that suddenly seared the flesh of my chest, right above my heart. Then my shirt was put back on and the branding mark covered up...I had to hand it to them. Most folks would have been content with a tattoo, but nothing could undo the work of a branding iron. I was marked as theirs for life, just as Lizzie was...there was no getting out of this now.
I was in a trap with steel jaws...and despite the pain from the branding, I could never have been happier than I was now. Lizzie wasn't branded, but her collar left no doubt that she belonged to us...to me. Apparently, the branding was just for the Elders...a way to reinforce their allegiance to the Order.
"Now, begin your day as you normally can, given that you're handcuffed to each other. We'll blindfold you and see what happens. Remember, you can't tell a soul why you're handcuffed together. Just make something up. People will believe anything these days, no matter how outlandish," George instructed me.
Mazel tov, I thought. The adventure was about to begin...
- COMMENTS
SEVERUSMAXover 8 years agoAuthorReally? That's your critique?
1. You're dealing with someone who is eager to make his mark, permanently speaking, so naturally he wants to believe that it's irrevocable.
2. It is burnt into his flesh. Short of surgery, it's a bit more permanent than even a tattoo.
3. They're not breaking any laws. Nobody is there who doesn't wish to be, including the house bois and house sluts.
Anonymousover 8 years agoHow about a trip to the hospital? Then to the Police. After you send them to prison and expose their organization to the world, go to a plastic surgeon and have all traces of the brand removed - no problem. And their brands? What a perfect way for the Police to identify every single member of the so-called cult! Could these people be any dumber???? Even for fiction this was ludicrous.
