𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑶𝑵

𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀 .  𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 .  𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀.  𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘀 .  𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 .  𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀 .

cruel , manipulating , domineering were a few of the choice words people who managed to escape the cult had for him . they were kinder in their descriptions , he thought , than they should've been . cairo's eyes were stationed on the clock , the seconds ticked down until a definitive knock echoed on his door . " enter , " he gave , voice tight as it rang out in his chambers . the threshold opened wide , their presence the only thing in front of him , as he nodded his head for them to step further into the room . he sat back in his chair , eyes never leaving them , as the door finally closed . " come , " cairo ordered , a nod to the empty space beside his desk , beside where he sat .

setting : your muse ( m , w , nb ) was called to cairo's private quarters for the first time since joining . nobody ever talks about what happens in his private quarters , but it's a well known secret . cairo wants something from them and nobody seems to walk away unscathed . they might wholeheartedly believe in his teachings , or they know he's full of shit and entered the cult for some other reason .

muse : cairo bakari ( 35 - 39 ) is a cult leader — starting out as a traditional catholic priest , but began to experience some sort of religious psychosis where he felt he was too powerful to remain under the rigid confines of catholicism . he tells people that god speaks to him , therefore being ' the voice of god ' but uses it to get people to do whatever he wants . ( he doesn't actually think god is speaking to him , but wanted a way to carry out his wicked deeds . )

her computer screen wasn't turned towards them , so it wasn't as though they completely caught her off guard , but there was still a skip in her heart beat as eyes finally saw them out of her peripheral . " oh ! " she gave , a half - smile on her lips as she nonchalantly ( or as close as she could get ) closed her laptop . her hands absentmindedly pushed it away from her on her desk , guilt subconsciously driving her . " didn't notice you were standing there — what's up ? " her body turned in her computer chair , more towards them as her head tilted .

setting : your muse ( m , w , nb ) has found nuria's of page . maybe they've known about it for weeks / months and they've been trying to figure out how to use it against her , maybe it's a new finding and they knew exactly what to do . blackmail ensues for any reason of your choosing ! she's not one to talk a big talk , her reputation ( and her family's reputation , plus her future career ) is everything to her .

muse : nuria moreno ( 21 - 25 ) is an of creator ( real original , i know ) and pre - med student but working on of is one of her best kept secrets — she doesn't want to bring her family shame . she's always mysterious , keeping everything close to her chest even in her day - to - day life .

adrian circled around the back , peering in the window to see her there , finishing up the dishes . adrian's breathing was starting to become erratic , he quickly put the ski mask on , another inhale of breath , before his fingers softly grasped the back door . it was always open until she locked it before bed and he knew it was almost that time . the door gently opened , his eyes focused solely on her with her back to him , as he carefully put one foot in front of the other . about ten steps . nine . eight ... adrian continued carefully before he was finally within reach and , frankly , he couldn't wait to get her hands on her any longer — he whipped his arms out , one circling her waist , hauling her back to him in a harsh grip , the other over her mouth to force her to be quiet . his head came up close to her ear , shushing her . " shh , shh ... " he cooed , holding her body tightly against his . " it's gonna be fine , okay ? just do what i say . "