Undercover

I have often entertained the fantasy of infiltrating a cult by pretending I am totally into it so that I can glimpse its fascinatingly bizarre inner workings. I would be like Jack Bauer on an undercover mission, willing to go to any lengths. The goal would be to eventually blow the lid on the leader’s pernicious practices and prevent his/her poor drone disciples from committing mass suicide. Even if they deprived me of sleep, food, made me dress in saffron robes, repeatedly told me I was worthless, stuck me in a dark room blasting mantras aimed at breaking down my pride and identity, I would be above brainwashing. But when it comes down to it, I think this would be way too creepy, especially if, say, I had to have sex with the leader, who incessantly talked about his large penis and how he was using it on me in the name of Christ.