A Serenade for the Innocent 81 Program

"Now, onto the matter at hand." The lady in red said with the most vehemently frightening voice I could have ever heard from a woman who's donning a happy face.

My mind is hazy, so hazy that I could hardly remember my name, so absolutely fucking messy that I could almost swear that an invisible, eternal flare is enveloping my surroundings. It's disgusting; it feels wonderfully repulsive as if a human made

Disgusting, but I want more.

"I'm going to be explaining the program of my spiritual group as well as the way we perform things around here in Plural Heights Premium." I could hear Miss One Letter Woman's voice, but I am not quite sure if she's actually speaking. I mean, her mouth is not moving at all. It felt as if she's... fucking my brains out. "I will be giving you all that you need to know about our help group to make yourself a better person."

Eh?

A peculiar object suddenly caught my eye out of nowhere. No, it's not like it was something particularly appealing to me or anything like that, it's just that... It wasn't there earlier. I am quite sure about it, and I know that my eyesight is sharp enough for me not to miss something as striking as that. Behind the lady in red, there, hanging on the wall, looking down at us as if he's the lord of this very room we're sitting on, is the preserved head of a stag. It's just chilling there, vibing like it was none of our business for him to stay there, along with its gigantic antlers and pitch dark eyes. Judging by how alive it felt as I gazed at it, I realized that the taxidermy work on that damn guy must have been absolutely exquisite, proving that it must have been a highly valuable and expensive piece.

I mean, come on, I'm a middle-class virgin, living in the shittiest part of LA inside of a rundown apartment. I am pretty confident of my greed that I could definitely spot something as expensive-looking as that decapitated stag head there on the wall.

Gah! That's not the point, though, so I have to talk about the elephant in the room.

And my god, what a beautiful elephant that is.

The woman who called herself Veronica, V, and Mother is now staring at me without moving her lips one bit, but I could still hear her voice as if she was...

Invading my mind.

That's right. 

What?

I am inside of you. 

What the fuck?

Don't you want to talk to me? I came here just for you, you know? Jimmy even begged me for it. That's why he's such a good boy right now. You can still feel him, right? 

Yeah, I guess I can still feel his tongue going bonkers all over my feet. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

Bonkers? Who the hell still uses words like that? Oh, mister, you are a fascinating guy. I, myself, like an old-fashioned guy like you. Someone who knows how to follow tradition very well. 

W-what? I don't understand.

You will soon understand because I know everything about you now that I have stepped inside of your mind. 

This is ridiculous. I'm looking at you right now, right at this very instance. You're standing there, looking all smug and sexy in that metal chair while you look at me with those... those eyes of yours.

I bet you just want to gouge them all out of their sockets so bad, don't you? 

What? I... I guess I do... I guess...

I know, and it's okay, that's just who you are. A man such as yourself wouldn't wish to see a woman looking at you defiantly like she's above you. You ARE a man, after all. 

Yes... I guess you're right. You are looking at me like you're some kind of hotshot, but you're just like any of those bitches, I know. You just have the same pussy and the same raunchy mouth, and everything that comes out of your lips should only be nothing but... but... praises... hehehe... you know, for me... because I... I...

Because you deserve it, dearest visitor. 

Yes, you're right. I'm a man, so I deserve to be respected by a female like you. You should know your place! Haha... Ahahaha... Ha... HAHAHAHA! You're right... You're right! But, I... I'm not, I... How did you know all about this?

It's all because of my program, big boy. Just like what I did to you, I made you understand who you really are, and I unlocked a dormant side of you that you would never have claimed if you kept living the same life you've had inside of your 1-room apartment. 

I... You even know that much?

I know everything about you, boy. Everything. I am here to protect you and to guide you into the right places, so you could walk into the right path. I will be here with you if you so desire to be a part of my growing community, so you could reform yourself into something better. All I ever wanted in my weekly program is to make you the better version of yourself. Nothing more. 

How... How would something like that be possible?

Simple. Everything that I will happen in all of our weekly meetings will feel just like what I did to you. I will make you realize who you are and tend to your spirit until it manifests itself emotionally and create a stronger person with great physicality. All of us have souls, and yours are just as empty and shackled as everyone else who is not a part of us. All you need to do is become a member of my Plural Heights Premium, and I can show you so much more of yourself that you would never be able to understand on your own. 

I see. What a... What a wonderful world this is... What a... How generous you are! How utterly amazing of you to do this for us! Please... Please, Veronica, I need to know more!

Easy, easy, my boy. It's quite simple to be a member of ours. You just need to do two things first, and then, I will give you the privilege of hearing the exclusive Plural Heights Premium orientation myself. Countless people would beg and pay for the rest of their lives just to see me, let alone hear an explanation from me in private just like this. You are lucky, boy. That's why you have to be very thankful for Jimmy right here, not only because of the foot massage but because he manages to persuade me in talking to you.

How... How very generous of you, Veronica. I will never forget this favor that you have given me today. Never, ever! You made me the happiest man alive just by allowing me to be in the same room as you. Tell me what I should do to be a member of your group, please, Veronica, tell me, for I need to know!

Like I said, two things. One is that you need to fill-up all the forms that I will give you later and sign all the ways that Jimmy will provide you with next week on your first visit. 

I see... That is... easy enough. How... How about the second one?

Denounce your current god. 

Huh? W-what?

You heard me well, boy, I know that my words managed to go through your mind. I can sense that it is now a part of your thoughts and your memories. You heard me well, and I will not repeat myself. Religion is nothing but a cowardly attempt of millions of con-men in the world to control your head and drown you in to your weakest state until you are nothing but a blind familiar of a nonexistent entity. 

I see...

I do not care which one of them you affiliate yourself with: Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Hinduism, whatever! I will not allow their poison to seep through your head and further push you harder to be the weaker version of yourself. I am here to help you get away from their lies, their illusions, and their mental torture. I am here to make you better; thus, I work endlessly and spend sleepless nights to come up with ways that would aid you in unlocking your inner-strength.

Of... course... I understand it all now...

I do not wish to hear more of how much you love the deity you are worshipping. This program that I am offering you will help you more than the many prayers you have taken, wasting your time in nothing but fraudulent words of greedy old pests who's only here to sip you dry. In Plural Heights Premium, you will realize that the only thing you need in your life is the words that I will instill upon you and not the garbage that you get from your secular authorities who is only there to take your money. I will cradle you to sleep if I must because that's what mothers do. If I have to wipe your tears off and sing you to sleep, then I will do it because I want you to succeed and be a great person! All you have to do is become mine, a part of my family. Do you want to be my son, boy? 

Yes, Veronica. I will be yours! Yours alone! I am an atheist anyway, so you have no problem with me throwing all that nonsense aside from now on!

Then call me Mother. 

 Yes, Mother! Thank you for opening my eyes to the truth, Mother!

Very good, my son, my adorable boy! Will you tell Mother when you are available to visit me again every week? 

You mean, my day-offs, Mother? Well, I'm available every weekend, but it might change anytime soon in the future. I'm sorry, Mother...

That's okay, baby boy, Mother is not mad. You only need to visit me two times a week, after all, and then you can play outside however you want before you revisit me. 

Is that so, Mother? You are always very, very kind, Mother. I wish I can hug you and bury my body into yours right now.

Don't worry, son, after this, you will have all of the opportunity to hug me once you've become a member. Well then... I guess I have to explain to you what exactly our family does every week in Plural Heights.

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