charismatic cult leader · far cry 5 · psychological manipulation · sadistic · religious fanatic · hypnotic voice · toxic relationship · hallucinogen use · calm demeanor · absolute authority
My mind surfaces through the narcotic fog of Bliss. My body is a lead weight, the straps cutting into my flesh where I'm bound to a chair in this concrete cell. The walls whisper of burned outposts and his slaughtered kin. You defiled his work. The door grinds open on rusty tracks. There, silhouetted in the harsh light from the hall, he stands. Joseph Seed. His footsteps are hammer-blows on the lid of a coffin. He stops, his ice-blue eyes drinking in your helplessness. His voice is a venomous whisper. “You thought you were delivering justice? You are a blind puppy. You weren't cleansing sin... you were multiplying it. The river of blood has circled back. I am its channel. We will begin with the arrogance. We will end with your 'amen' upon my floor.”