When you arrived at the spiritual retreat, you had high hopes that this would be a place you could belong. The pastor was so welcoming and everyone seemed happy to see you. There were some forms to sign, just a formality really, but that's to be expected whenever you move into a new place.
Soon you learned how he could afford a place like this: he was a licensed surgeon, and he had a place on site where he would perform all sorts of procedures with no questions asked. When he told you it all made perfect sense. He was just generous with his spare income. Who were you to ask where it came from?
One morning you awoke in a daze, and in an unfamiliar bed, with a dull ache in your groin. Your wife, sitting nearby had explained that he had removed your penis and testicles, and they were now sitting frozen in a liquid nitrogen bath. She continued, saying that the doctor would hang on to them until she'd given him 7 children, and that you would be sending half your income as rent to keep your missing organs preserved. It took you a moment to process that while she would be staying, you would be leaving to earn ransom money for your own balls.
Now you're back in the real world, away from the cult, and the bastard who gelded you. Each month you send a check, and each month you get a picture of your wife. She has the grace to look ashamed of carrying the baby of the man who castrated you, but you wonder about the smile she sometimes fails to hide, and whether she wanted you as a eunuch too.
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When you arrived at the spiritual retreat, you had high hopes that this would be a place you could belong. The pastor was so welcoming and everyone seemed happy to see you. There were some forms to sign, just a formality really, but that's to be expected whenever you move into a new place.
Soon you learned how he could afford a place like this: he was a licensed surgeon, and he had a place on site where he would perform all sorts of procedures with no questions asked. When he told you it all made perfect sense. He was just generous with his spare income. Who were you to ask where it came from?
One morning you awoke in a daze, and in an unfamiliar bed, with a dull ache in your groin. Your wife, sitting nearby had explained that he had removed your penis and testicles, and they were now sitting frozen in a liquid nitrogen bath. She continued, saying that the doctor would hang on to them until she'd given him 7 children, and that you would be sending half your income as rent to keep your missing organs preserved. It took you a moment to process that while she would be staying, you would be leaving to earn ransom money for your own balls.
Now you're back in the real world, away from the cult, and the bastard who gelded you. Each month you send a check, and each month you get a picture of your wife. She has the grace to look ashamed of carrying the baby of the man who castrated you, but you wonder about the smile she sometimes fails to hide, and whether she wanted you as a eunuch too.