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The preface sacrificed lamb: Elio's POV

1980,13, October. It was pouring rain on a cold misty night,waiting for my mother to come pick me up from the theater on Cullin rd,next store of the graveyard and billboard of missing person's flyers covered even layered on top of one and another.

Holding my Sony mini disc walkman player in my hand,with my clear koss headphones on listening full volume drowning out the rain, as my mother pulls up in her blue 1983 Mercedes 380sl car that father got her for their anniversary; I open the front passenger door and closed it behind me as I buckled myself in and turned off my walkman and placed my headphones on my shoulders.

I face her while she pulls away from the theater and drives down the silent road,"thanks for picking me up." I said as she replied,"it's not a problem at all my sweet lamb." I always hated that nickname,it felt very uncomfortable when she called me that even when I was little; as I turned my head towards the window side watching outside. Within a few minutes we pulled up in front of the old church.

Confused on why we're here,but I followed her inside the church and down into the basement, having been here before to retrieve candles but what really surprised me is seeing my mother pull down a candle lever ,as a set of stone staircases down into an underground tunnel. I glanced at her in confusion but she pushed me forward down the stone stairs, following her down the old stone steps.

As we made it all the way down and standing in front of the metal door,she speaks in an unknown language to the mask guard who is standing in front of the door; he nods and opens the metal sound proof door... As a horrible guy wrenching screams and dreadful stentch hits me full on.

Covering my ears with both hands trying to block out screams staring in horror and dread at each victim in their glass cells,some horrible mutated with plants and extra limbs; and the majority all have animal heads and body parts sewn into them.

All of them were the missing people who have been missing,are trapped inside the underground old laboratory that the church itself is built on; and now I understand why my mother has been mentally insane for so long... She's a part of this whole thing even a member of the cult,it all makes sense now.

Hearing the blood curling screams, choking of their blood and vomits, some have gone insane and others are in agony and praying to God for mercy and help to end them of their pain and take away the terror.  Staring at my mother in horror and distrust,feeling bile raising and falling in my mouth, as she just smiles at me with that sinister smile of her's; as if she's proud of her actions not even showing any signs of remorse but only madness.

As a hand comes out from behind me and covers my mouth and nose with a rag coated heavily in chloroform; thrashing struggling against the guard behind me as I get my arm free and ram my elbow into his nose, then his rib cage and roughly into his crotch.

The guard falls in pain onto the floor,as I quickly ran out of there slowly losing consciousness and completely high of adrenaline rush, stumbling over my feet up the stone steps and out of the basement, bumping into walls but my mind was only set on getting home to my little brother Nagi, who is waiting for me.

As I ran through the Narthex doors and into the Nave of the church breathing heavily and slightly wheezing, I glanced up at the altar and saw "Nagi" standing there as I called out to him; "Nagi, what are you doing here; it's not safe to be here...?"

I slowly moved forward as I truly saw that it wasn't "Nagi" at the altar, but a disfigured in white robe with a red rope cord tied around it's neck and waist,hair as the purest form of gold wavy locs pooling at it's bare dirted blood stained feet,tall and slender like a goddess but with a distorted sinister smile across that blemish free skin with it's arms stretched wide out towards me..as everything went pitch black, I slowly fell unconscious and collapsed onto the floor.

Slowly waking up on the metal operating table cuffed to it with the operating lamp beaming down on me, feeling the cold breeze against my bare skin as I glanced down and saw that I'm bare in front of the cult members, horrified with my eyes watery up with tears; As the surgeons begin to prepare the surgery I thrash around against the cuffs and bawling pleading to my mother to save me but all she did was smile at me.

As rough callous hands are roaming on my chest, groping my breasts and some roaming down my stomach and up to my face, one of them is touching between my legs roughly grabbing at me painfully, as the chief surgeon grabbed the scapel handle and slowly cut into both sides of my head at the temples and using the dissecting forceps and the dissecting scissors to cut away excess skin and hair, as he grabs the skull chisel... Wide awake, screaming in pure agony, bawling my eyes out and snot running down my nose, my throat raw and rasp pleading them all to stop and slowly falling in and out of consciousness.

As the surgeons begin to lock stitch suture the butterfly wings into my temples, screaming at the painful stitching, the hands keep roughly groping my crotch painfully and fondling my breasts; they finish sewn the butterfly wings into my skull as the head surgeon grabs the bone saw and begins to saw off at the base of my legs which is the femur, letting out a blood curling scream in agonizing pain at the intense feeling... But they continued on sawing my legs off.

One of the cult members brings out a cooler box inside is a freshly preserved white lamb legs that is well kept, as the surgeon grabs each leg and begins to lock stitch suture them to my femur stump,slowly losing my mind having a panic attack, hyperventilating at the sight of myself in the ceiling mirror ;staring back at me is a stranger with butterfly wings in his skull and white stitched lamb legs like a saytr all bare and naked to the room and all the cult members touching all over me.

I knew... I was staring at my own reflection,I felt like throwing up and wanting it all to be a nightmare... But I knew it was reality, as the surgery was done and over with;I got uncuffed off the operating table, then I was being dragged into a glass cell inside a giant floating flower eyeball creature as they started taunting me endlessly and watching all over me. I was slowly losing myself and my memories...

...I was betrayed by my creator..my mother to her unknown God, who she and the members follow endlessly and would kidnap innocent people as their way of worship-creating and experimenting on them into creatures with animal parts even some with plant like monsters.

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