Word about town is that she runs a cult, a twisted, protected cult of polyamory and forced affection and no one gets out alive. That it wasn't Jacob and it isn't Sam that can be so enigmatic as leaders, oh, no.
Really?
Look down. That innocent looking one there? In the pale blue coat with the wind whipping blonde tendrils of hair into her eyes and her hands clasped in front of her, warm in her black gloves, no hint of a smile in her eyes, just many, many miles of roads travelled in order to put her in a place she can't name? That's the leader. Look out, she'll brainwash you without even opening her mouth.
And yeah, they've got a commune going on down there just west of the city proper. They all wear black and they're polite if you speak and they really seem to stick together and there are children but we wonder who they belong to and people come and go at odd hours and they're rather private. Some of them have the same tattoo.
I heard she wrecked Sam's marriage.
I heard she wrecked Jake's, too, before she married him.
I heard that she she uses sexual rewards for compliance. I heard her newest husband bites heads off small animals. I don't even know him, he's too scary-looking.
I heard she's really very sweet and down to earth and not at all like people paint her to be.
Oh, really? You must be one of them.
I heard she breaks your heart and then you die.
Yeah, I heard that too.
I'm not even sure if I heard all of it right. My ears, they're not so good, you know.
At least my skin is thick. Fucking good, hey?
