<<I will never become one of you!>> Pxan exclaimed <<never! Even if that means dying.>>


    <<I see that you didn’t manage to free yourself of the propaganda and lies. I hope that you will find true freedom in the afterlife. Goodbye.>>


    Pxan head rolled hit by a metal tube. His hands and feet were bound and he was cruelly beaten. His prosthetics were removed with an electric saw. He was a worm now. Worse than a worm, he was barely anything now. They held him there. At a certain point, he felt a great warmth. Then it became even greater and greater. He began sweating, his skin was burned.  His corpse salted. and his fingers broke.


    Once he lost all of his strength the deer cultist spoke to him again <<If you join us now we will give you a quick death. If you don’t we will bring you with us and you will be tortured, enslaved and ultimately, sacrificed for the greater good. Are you still sure of wanting to continue? Do you wish this destiny?>>


    Pxan voice was reduced to a rustle of the wind <<G-go...to hell>>


    <<As you wish>>


    The cultists grabbed their weapons and wimps and started beating him. Pxan lost hope. He would die soon and re-see his parents, his friends, and his dog. “Who knows how is he right now. I hope that there aren’t any ticks in the afterlife.”


    Then the cultists stopped. They gave each other strange looks of doubt. The deer cultists looked at them. He removed his mask. He was a man well in his twilight years, his face full of scars and burns. Despite this, he had an excellent physique and well-ordered hair.


    <<I think that this is enought>> he said <<you can unbind him>>


    Pxan was unbound and turned.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    <<We are sorry for what we did to you. But this is a necessary step in order to ensure that inquisitors don’t break. Congratulation Pxan for your promotion>>


    Pxan said nothing he continued to stare at the dark ceiling


    <<Oh right your injuries, don’t worry you will have the best of healthcare. A few weeks time and you will as new.>>


    <W-what happened?>>


    <<I will explain it to you when you are in shape. Lhyps do you want to carry him?>>


    A large cultist stepped out of the mob and trowed away his robes <<Sure.>>


    Pxan fainted.


    <<Well he resisted well. What happened to him?>> one of the cultists said


    <<He is a Carlarian.>>


    <<That explains it.>>


    …


    When he opened his eyes he felt well. He had no headaches, his prosthetics were in place, his skin wasn’t burned. He was fine. If it hadn’t been for that white ceiling of the hospital he would have thought that all of that was just a weird dream.


    After some time a man in strange clothes entered the room <<You are awake I see. What do you want to ask me?>>


    <<What happened?>>


    <<That was the entry test of the inquisition.>>


    Pxan stood silent <<why is it so brutal?>>


    <<In older time we recruited them from the military and police. Unfortunately too many of them after finding the truth broke. They became cultist that fought for a “better” world. So we began to search for individuals who would never betray the inquisition and who hated the cultists with all their hearts.>>


    <<So the documents were true>>


    <<Yes>>


    Pxan looked down <<Give me a few days.>>


    The man was a bit suprised <<you don’t have anymore questions?>>


    <<No.>>


    <<Are you sure to be..fine?>>


    <<No.>>