"Little brother you are going to be my little experiment," Chelsea told you in a matter of fact voice as she held you in her hand.
"W-what do you mean?"
Chelsea smiled her devious little smile that always brought out her freckles.
"I am going to create a new religion. The worship of me. Oh don't give me that look. People can create whole religions from nothing. Do you really think Odin exists? But at some point he was revered in Scandinavia. Its interest how he came out. It was a combination of..."
Your eye's glazed over as your sister went on one of her tangents about history and religion.
After a few minutes she noticed you weren't paying attention and gave you a shake.
"Pay attention."
"Sorry, its hard you go on and on..."
Chelsea applied pressure with her hands and you gave out a little cry of pain.
"Pay attention."
"Sorry, OK I will," you tell her.
"As I was saying, tons of religions are invented. So for my thesis I'm going to invite the worship of me as a Goddess. And you will be my worshiper."
You look at her strangely, "But your not a goddess, that's silly and kinda wrong."
Her hazel eyes bore down on you, "Actually soon you will see my as a Goddess. Because after all I will control your fate. That's far more power than the mythological being Odin had. I will decide when and if you get to eat. I will decide where you sleep. I will decide every little aspect of your life this month. So be a good boy and call me Goddess, or else." She tightened her grip on you and you squeaked out, "Yes Goddess."
"Excellent. From now on you will call me Goddess with every command I give you. Failure to do this will result in punishment. And punishment will not be something pleasant."
Your sister took you to her desk and placed you in a small circular coin tray.
"I am going to describe what your first few days will be like. Routine is important in the formation of a religion. In the morning you will wake up and pray to me. You will call me Goddess and thank me for 10 things that you are grateful for. Then you will..."
You couldn't help but think your sister was a nut case. She was droning on about the rules and you realize you should pay attention. You didn't know what she meant by punishment but you had a feeling it wouldn't be pleasant. Your sister seemed really serious about this. Still it was so easy for your mind to wander while she was droning on and on and on....
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