Corpse Roads

In therapy, they tell you to use your senses.

List the things you know.

Sermons recited with malice. A blood-soaked ritual. The sting of tears and gasping sobs of the dying. Rotting flesh.

I grew up in a cage, tortured by the Lord Almighty's most twisted servant. Death and despair became my close companions as I watched years of slaughter at Pastor Michaels' hand.

Eighteen girls. Dead.

Eighteen lives. Ended.

Eighteen futures. Stolen.

After years of captivity, I don't recognise the world I'm sudden...