imagine trusting a person so completely that when they tell you to lie down on a table for an operation,

you don't even ask why. And you know they will provide you no anesthesia. You know that they have

zero formal medical training. They don't even have medical tools, just hunting knives, some

alcohol, handled by a man who has somehow convinced you that God is guiding his hands.

And you believe him. You believe him because he speaks with such certainty, because everyone

else around you seems to believe him as well. You mostly believe him because the alternative

that you've sold all of your belongings and cut off all ties with who with who you used to be that you've

handed your life over to a sadistic madman is too terrifying to accept but then the pain starts

and somewhere underneath all your screaming you begin to realize something worse than death

that god is not in the room, but something else is

something evil. Today I share one of the darkest stories I've ever shared on TimeSuck, a story of

very little critical thinking and a whole bunch of nonsensical beliefs, psychological and sexual

torment and humiliation, and oh so much violence.

The story of the Ant Hill Kids cult this week on another

How Is This Shit Even Real edition of Time Suck?

This is Michael McDonald and you're listening to Time Suck.

You're listening to Time, Suck.

Well, happy Monday, and welcome to hell.

I mean, the cult of the curious, but it will kind of be hell this week.

I'm Dan Cummets, master's sucker, known drug addict, filth purveyor. And you are listening to Time Suck. Hail Nimrod, Hail Lucifina. Praise be to good boy Bojangles and Glory B to Triple M. I hope you're good. I'm feeling good. Not feeling as good as last week. But pretty good. As good as one can feel.

After getting into the weeds, off of this week's darkness, don't do drugs.

Don't do some drugs.

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