Kiss me by the cult gates

Entry 1

Name: Lee Smith

DOB: 15-11-1950

Note: If found please destroy.

If you are actually reading this even thou I don’t recommend I may as well give you some context.

My name is Lee, I’m 21, blue eyes, long blond hair, freckles and ‘plump lips’, a bit curvy. I’m one of a few girls here and here is a cult a religious destructive group of god loving, angel f*****g mortals. I was born into this place, I’ve never been outside upon my own free will. How do I put this, this group of individuals believe our leader Sir Black is an immortal sent by god to kill all the demons and ‘bad people’ on this earth. We are trained at a young age to kill, brain washed. I’ve seen bad things, I’ve been hurt, touched, and you know those kind of cult like things.

So reader I’ll tell you as much as want, as much as I record for as long as I can.

9-12-1971

The leader here recommends us to start writing weekly entries. He believes by writing out our feelings we will no longer feel them. My mother started writing a few days ago, she said she felt “so free from all those earthly feelings, those useless feelings that ties to this plain and overrated society. Lee I highly recommend this, for you are what Sir Black calls a troubled youth.” All she does is spit bullshit.

Ok so emotions.

I feel trapped, depressed and horny.

Should I elaborate?

Trapped- I am latterly stuck here, if I try and leave they will kill me or worse punish me for being a ‘bad girl’. Sir Black will let some horny teenage boy have me. They’ll tie me down and gag me.

Depressed- it’s hell here, I see death all day every day, and my father killed himself because of it. I try not to think about it but he hunts me, telling me to join him. I want to but I feel compelled to stay here, like I’m waiting for something, someone, a force as dark but still good.

Horny- well there is no attractive, kind boys my age her, I’m still a virgin because Sir Black thinks I’m the chosen one and wants me to wait for his son to turn 18 so he may have me. So some nights I sit in my room hand down my pants.

Is that enough for my first entry?