Making a Religion

(Disclaimer - this story has some over cruel scenes)

You worked non stop, writing more and more stuff, describing Kiara as the almighty goddess who gave everyone their lives.

Describing her foot sweat as something divine to devour, her dead skin as the most blessed food to be found, you wrote pages about how delicious and special her toe jam is.

You wrote prayers, chantings, you even made a few silly songs about how good for the soul it is to worship her.

You used the Bible for many references, you felt like you’re doing a very good job.

Kiara made sure you have food and water while working. Once a day she came by and without saying anything checked your transcripts using a magnifier, you only waited to see her smile every time, it was some kind of inaudible approval of your work.

It continued like that for a while, until one day she came home with a big display case, another friend of hers came by and they assembled it together.

“His work is stellar”, Kiara told her friend, “I’ll be a real goddess next week”, but her friend just shrugged in return.

“I don’t know why you’re doing this, they will see you as a goddess either way, you are a gigantic girl who makes them licking her feet”, her friend replied.

“Meh, you won’t get it, I don’t want them to just lick my feet, I want them to worship me for real, pray to me”, Kiara said while adjusting the glass on the upper part and making sure it’s being opened easily.

“I just don’t understand, like, why?” Her friend giggled, “what would it give you? I just want tidy feet”.

“Meh”, Kiara replied and shook her head, like this argument is redundant and this conversation is not going anywhere.

They finished assembling the display case and went out.

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Later that day, Kiara came to check on your work again, after reading for a while she placed down the magnifier, “this is excellent, I knew you’d make a good job”.

“Thank you goddess”, you replied, a little proud of your work to be honest.

“I need you to start wrapping it up, on Monday devotees will come here, I need you to teach them”

“Teach them?” You asked.

“Everything you wrote here, how to worship me, how to treat a goddess, you will be their teacher, it will be just like your past life”, she explained with a smile.

“Y-Yes goddess”, you replied hesitantly.

“What’s wrong?”

You gulped, you can’t tell her how insane this all sounds, “nothing goddess, sorry”, you bowed down.

She chuckled and left.

You started assembling all the pieces together.

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The next day she took everything you wrote, and returned only in the evening, now it had a lot of copies, hard covers, and her face portrait on every tiny book.

She also printed some of the chantings and songs on normal sized pages and hung it from the outside of the display case, then she picked you up and placed you inside the display case.

“What do you think?” She asked, excited.

You looked around you, seeing the chants you wrote all big, the books piled up.

“This is amazing, goddess, it’s just that…” you paused.

“What?” She asked.

“If I will be a priest we need a stage or something, so I can preach about your divinity”, you said, trying to play along, to show her that you are in.

She laughed, then walked away and returned with a jar cover, she placed it in the middle of the display case, “here you go Josh”, she continued laughing and walked away.

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It’s been some boring idle days, Kiara kept you fed, she didn’t use you for her feet which was odd, you felt more a captive than a slave.

And then one day she returned home with a plastic box, she was smiling ear to ear, she opened the display case, you stood up, all nervous.

She opened the plastic box and poured it into the display case. She had kids inside, you were shocked, you were expecting grownups or at least teenagers, this is awful…

Only now do you get why she had such a spark in her eyes when you said that you were an elementary school teacher, it meant for her that you will be good with the kids…

They shouted and cried, but Kiara just had her cruel smile on, your instincts kicked in, you knew what she’s expecting of you.

You started clapping your hands, “kids please calm down, let’s all relax, I’m Josh, your teacher in this new home”

The kids slowly calmed down, but one kid kept crying, you counted them, seven… she kidnapped seven kids.. this is horrible and you didn’t know if you are mentally capable of taking a part in it, but the image of Aaron being squished under a huge foot didn’t leave your head, you sat down next to them.

The crying kid ran to the corner of the display case and curled up.

Kiara was watching from above all this time, examining the situation.

“So, everyone will present himself and… say something he loves about Kiara, our goddess”, you improvised, “let’s start with you”, you pointed at one of them.

“I-Is Kiara a goddess?” One of the kids asked, confused.

“What’s a goddess?” Another one asked.

You were on the verge of breaking, your eyes filled with tears but you held it back, you just nodded, “you will learn all about it soon, don’t worry now, let’s start”, you pointed at the kid on the right again.

“I.. my name is Tim, I love Kiara’s hair”, you pointed at someone else, “m-my name is Liam, I love her eyes”, and it kept going, you couldn’t believe it’s actually working.

Then you walked to the crying kid in the corner, “hi there, want to tell me your name?” But he didn’t reply.

You tried to get closer but suddenly huge fingers closed on him and picked him up.

“Never liked you, wanted Karen to have you anyway”, she said casually.

“G-Goddess, wait! I.. I can work with him! I can convince him to worship you!” You shouted in panic, recognising that horrible terrifying look in her eyes.

“That’s ok, I don’t want his bad vibes to affect the rest of them”, she said casually then placed him on the floor.

“N-N-No, p-please Kiara, I mean goddess, hey, don’t do th-“*CRACK*

She stepped on him without a glimpse of hesitation, ignoring your shouts, then sighed and sat down on her bed, showing you all his squashed remains, the kids were screaming, you just stood there, helpless, staring at her sole.

“I’m your goddess, worship and adore me, and you won’t end up like him, ok?” She asked gently with a smile, suddenly, there was a terrifying silence inside the display case.

“Good, Josh? Educate them”, she ordered and walked away, leaving bloody footsteps behind her.

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You obeyed, teaching the kids all they needed to know about their new goddess, you taught them songs and chantings, slowly getting into it yourself.

A ‘fake it till you make it’, but in a horrific way, you slowly felt like a real priest, losing sense of morality, showing devotees ‘the way’.

“Goddess bless us all”, you finished another preaching, the kids nodded, “goddess bless us”, they concluded together with you.

Then Kiara walked in the room, all the kids stood in one line and started singing to hail her return.

“Time for another foot treatment lesson”, she said and placed her hand inside, all of you climbed it, she walked to the living room and placed you on the sofa, then her foot in front of you.

The kids started licking, you stood and watched them, sometimes demonstrating how it should be done. Stuff that Liz showed you not that long ago.

They were getting better, Kiara was glad, she never said it but she was clearly extremely satisfied with your work.

She always made sure it’s clear that you know that what you are doing here is important, she took you to “private sessions” where she gave you special food and drinks. In a way - it feels like she’s making sure you will continue to do what you do in the best way possible.

She was special, smart, and in time you learned to appreciate it. Megalomaniac, narcissistic and a psychopath, for sure - but you couldn’t take away the creativity and authenticity of what she’s doing here.

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It’s been a few months, she added 2 teenagers you had no idea how she got, but it seemed like Kiara is frustrated that her ‘community’ is not growing fast enough.

In a private session she took you to eat, she started talking about it.

“This country is dumb, so much human rights bullshit for shrinkies, it’s so hard getting new ones”, she complained.

You nodded, chewing a cake’s crumb, “goddess, have you considered the United States?” You asked after swallowing.

“America? Meh, I don’t know, it sounds weird leaving everything behind like that”, she shrugged.

“Last time I was there, shrinkies were considered property, there were absolutely no human rights, it was chaotic”, you explained.

“Meh”, she said and looked sideways, looks like she doesn’t really see it as an option.

Her iPhone started ringing, she clicked it and turned on the speaker.

“Hey Karen, what’s up?” Kiara spoke.

“I’m turning myself in”, Karen replied.

Kiara jumped and picked up the phone, “YOU WHAT?!”

“Kiara I can’t do this, I thought I could but it’s just too cruel, I’m returning the kids to their families”, Karen said in a choked voice.

“But they are bugs now! What do you think their families would do?! You’ll go to jail or something! What are you thinking?!” She shouted in panic, you never saw Kiara acting like that.

“There will be a cure eventually, I’m sure of it, bloody hell Kiara, don’t you feel any remorse?”

“Karen, if you do this, I will hurt you, I swear, I won’t be your friend anymore, the kids know me, they will snitch me out”, she said in panic.

“Sorry Kiara, I’m giving you a fair warning, next week I’m returning the kids, it’s final”, Karen hung up.

“Bloody arse kissing arsehole bloodcalt munger cunt!” Kiara shouted with her British accent, some curses you never even heard before, she was breathing heavily, her face was red as hell, she got off the sofa and started walking around.

She sat down on a chair, holding her head, you could hear the gears in her brain go in circles.

Then she looked at you, “what’s the best state to move to?”

You smiled, “Wisconsin, my hometown”, you replied in tears.