One of my imminent punishments is death by stoning. I knew this would happen when I joined a satanic exile cult. But it wasn't imminent until I broke one of our rules. I didn't know the cult was satanic. I just joined to get away from my religious parents.

**Update**: <br><br>**6** people have tried to help me escape in the last week. 2 were from my previous post. I wasn't able to make it to the bus stop for anyone yet, but I was able to send a text message out of the woods. This didn't come from a volunteer it came from one of the cameras.<br><br>They switched to using me for macro photography. I wasn't sure why I looked different to the camera. But the focus was much closer. I was able to pull the SIM card from the camera, text my best friend, and then put it back before anyone noticed. <br><br>My friend tried to help me escape the night I sent her a text. She is in the town near the woods, but she knew it was too dangerous. She didn't want to lead them to me. She hasn't been able to help me escape yet. But she is also the one that convinced people this wasn't a hoax. <br><br>One of the cameras went missing but I had nothing to do with it. I knew I couldn't get away with it. I was in a position to be able to watch when they found it. The camera isn't in great condition after being run over. So I think it's actually a dangerous situation for the person that took it. I feel terrible about it. I also feel like a coward for not doing it myself. <br><br>The person who didn't like the way I was looking at him was called out for his behavior by other villagers. He was very quiet and upset after that. But he started talking again when he saw my weight. He told me my weight should help me escape imminent death. He didn't say death by what, but I know he was talking about my punishment. I tried to tell him I wasn't allowed to control my eating. He just shook his head and went on about his day.<br><br>His response to my situation is upsetting. But I feel much better knowing the villagers don't all act that way. This is a great example of people seeing me as a person. No one in the actual cult sees me that way. It's hard to believe there are people that actually see me as a person while I'm living here. I was in a place with a mindset that I'm nothing more than a piece of meat. <br><br>It really sucks that I will have to be punished for my higher weight. But I'm just happy to have a feeling of human decency while it happens. I know the outcome of my situation is going to be the same. But at least I get to experience a little bit of humanity for the rest of my life. <br><br>I'm still not sure if I will be able to escape. But I know more people will try. I have the feeling I will be caught and brought back. But it's better than living the rest of my life here. I've lived like an animal for years. I'm so tired of that. I turned 20 last year. I am an adult. <br><br>**Original Post**: <br><br>My initial plan was to join a commune. But I ended up joining a cult run by satanists. I had no idea it was a cult or that they were satanists. I was in a bad place when I joined. I had just run away from home. It was the first opportunity I had to get away. I didn't know anything about the cult. I assumed it was a hippie commune for the homeless. I did know I was going to live in the woods with no electricity. Either way, it was better than my situation at home.<br><br>I wasn't very religious when I was at home. It was a slow progression into extremism. I was only 16 when it started. I had been going to church regularly for years. The church was a normal Christian church. It was pretty progressive. They didn't believe in the old ways. They were very modern. Like a lot of churches they had some rules. But ours were very modern. <br><br>They didn't have rules about how you dress. You just had to be covered. I could wear shorts. I didn't have to wear a dress. They didn't have rules about makeup. They did have rules about your hair. You couldn't have short hair. It was supposed to be long and flowy. But they didn't care about dyeing it. I was able to dye it black. I felt like that was as extreme as it got. <br><br>I felt stifled by all of their rules. I got tired of not being able to express myself. I started to rebel. I cut my hair short and dyed it pink. I started wearing makeup more. I started going out to bars at night. I was underage, but it was easy to get in if I wore enough makeup. I spent all my time at the bar drinking and doing drugs. <br><br>My parents were furious with me when they found out. They started cracking down on the rules. I couldn't be in a room with boys. I had to cover my cleavage. They took away my phone. They didn't want me talking to boys. I wasn't allowed to go to school. I knew they would send me to a religious school if I tried to go. I tried to run away but it didn't work. It got worse and worse until I was locked in my room. My parents didn't let me out. I was only allowed to leave for church. But I was searched for any forbidden items. It was like a prison. <br><br>I spent my time reading the Bible and sitting in silence. I knew my parents were going to make me marry young. I think they were going to marry me off right after I turned 18. I wasn't going to have a choice. I was going to be sent to a religious college, meet a man, and get married. I was going to have a job at the church, but I wasn't going to be allowed to work. That would be my husband's job. I would be expected to stay at home with the kids. <br><br>I knew I couldn't escape from my room. I didn't think there was any way out. I felt like I was damned. I was going to live the rest of my life in silence. I could never express myself. I was never going to be able to experience life. I never felt so hopeless. But I didn't give up. I knew I had to try to escape. No matter how hard it was, I couldn't give up. <br><br>One day a girl walked into the church. She was dressed in all black. She had a black band t-shirt and black ripped jeans. She had black hair and black eye makeup. She looked like a goth. This was obviously not the kind of person my parents would approve of. I tried to talk to her without being obvious. We made plans for me to meet her in the parking lot. I left with her. I never went back. <br><br>She took me to a homeless shelter. We sat and talked for a long time. She told me about the cult she joined a few months ago. She said they were on the outskirts of town They lived in the woods. They didn't have any rules. Or at least not as many as I would have at home. But she said they were crazy. They were into dark magic. She said it was too much for her. I already knew about dark magic from listening to black metal. It seemed interesting. So I asked her if I could join. <br><br>She told me she wasn't a part of it anymore. But she could take me to someone who was. She took me to a bus stop. There was a man there wearing all black. His hair was long and black. He had dark eye makeup. He looked similar to the girl who helped me. He asked me a few questions. He asked about my past and how old I was. He asked me if I was scared of the dark. I said I wasn't. <br><br>He told me the name of the cult. He said it was called Cerberus Rising. He said they were a group of people living in the woods. They were there to practice dark magic. He said it was a great opportunity. I was going to be able to go off the grid. No one would ever find me. I could live however I wanted. <br><br>I said I would take the opportunity. He smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. He said I was going to be on the bus soon. They would be back in a few days to pick me up. I said okay. I had nothing else to say. I didn't know anything about the cult. But I was happy to be away from home. <br><br>I had to wait a few days for the bus. It was a long time to wait for such an important thing. I didn't know what my future held. But I was excited to find out. I got on the bus. There was a man driving. I didn't see anyone else. I asked the man where we were going. He told me I would be going to live with my new family. He said we would be in the middle of nowhere. <br><br>I asked how long it would take to get there. He said it would take a few days. I was shocked. I didn't expect to have to ride a bus for days. I was used to being locked in a room with no way out. I didn't expect to be on a bus for such a long time. But I was excited to see what life had in store for me. <br><br>After a few days the bus stopped. There was a dirt road. I got off the bus. The driver handed me a backpack. It had everything I needed to live