THE C*CK WORSHIPER
Waking up with no memory in a land where towering stone monuments are worshipped, you, Sysha, are thrust into a bewildering marriage within a cult. Stripped of identity, veiled, and forced to kneel before 'Yesha', you must navigate a dangerous new reality. Can you uncover the truth of your past, escape the cult's clutches, and survive the enigmatic Sarhan brothers who hold your fate in their hands? Or will you succumb to a destiny you never chose?
The first thing I noticed was the scent. Roses, thick and cloying, mixed with something darker—musky, spiced, unfamiliar.
The second was the silence.
I blinked, my vision hazy, my body feeling strangely heavy. I tried to move, but my limbs felt weak, unsteady.
That's when I saw them.
Four women. Dressed in sheer, white gowns so thin I could see the outline of their undergarments beneath. Their faces were completely veiled, their hands clasped in front of them.
Something was wrong.
Panic shot through my chest as I pushed myself up, my breath coming in quick, sharp gasps.
"Where am I?" My voice cracked, hoarse, like I hadn't spoken in days. "Who are you? What the fxck is going on?!"
No answer.
