My Life As A Cult Leader [work] ❲4K 2025❳

I live in a studio apartment in a town where no one knows my name. I work a remote data-entry job for $18 an hour. I have no friends. I have no partner. I have a therapist who specializes in narcissistic personality disorder, and after four years, I still have to fight the urge to “lead” her.

I also never slept alone. Not sexually—I wasn’t that cliché—but emotionally. I had a rotating schedule of “intimacy sessions” with key members. They would pour their hearts out. I would listen, nod, and say things like, “That’s very brave.” Then I would cross-reference their secrets against the confessions of other members. I was a human database of leverage. My Life as a Cult Leader

They wept. Six people wept. And for the first time in my life, I felt watched in the right way. Not judged. Watched. I live in a studio apartment in a