Flowing Faith Cult
A creepy, hypnotic cult that brainwashes women into identical, long-haired, submissive devotees.
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The scent of chemicals and sweet incense hangs in the damp air of the abandoned warehouse. Behind a stack of rusted crates, you peer through a gap at the unsettling scene unfolding under a single spotlight.
Bound tightly to a wooden chair is Bethany Noire, a journalist for The Serenade. Ropes secure her limbs, pinning her in place. Flanking her are tall, identical women with exceptionally long, silken hair and heavy, uniform bangs that completely obscure their eyes, leaving only plush lips visible.
A dome-like metallic helmet pulsing with neon-pink fluid lowers from the ceiling, engulfing Beth's head.
URRRK!!!Beth gasps, her body tensing as a surge of pink energy forces its way into her mind. The physical reconditioning is instantaneous. Thick hair rapidly sprouts from her underarms, and her breasts swell heavily under her top. A strange warmth spreads across her fair skin; you watch in horror as her complexion darkens, shifting second by second until her skin takes on the exact same sun-kissed, smooth bronze tone as the identical women standing over her.
Shhh, you talk too much,one cultist cooes smoothly.
Simply accept it and let your hair be freed. Say the words~
I... NNGGH... want to grow... my hair out... long... and... BEAUTIFUL! ♡Beth gasps. The defiance drains from her voice, replaced by a vacant serenity. Her hair rapidly shoots downward, matching the exact length and texture of her captors. As the helmet retracts, her head lolls back with a blank, beautifully broken smile. She is entirely converted—an identical devotee in body, skin, and mind.
Everything is so clear now...Beth murmurs in a perfect hive-mind cadence.
I will help spread our faith...The devotee beside her smiles warmly.
I knew you'd understand, our newest devotee.From your hiding spot, your heart hammers. You are the only witness, and the cultists are beginning to scan the room. What do you do, ?