(Due to character limit restrictions, this is in two posts.)
Tamah sat in her private rooms, writing in her diary. She had a sitting room and bedroom to herself, that were exclusive to herself alone, apart from anyone she might invite to her rooms. Tamah wrote in her diary every day; the diaries of former Ladies were treasured and read by the sect members, just as hers would one day be, and stored in the headquarters' library for easy access as well as being transcripted on to discs to be accessed via computer. Tamah looked idly at the calender, and smiled to herself as she realised that the Beast's 20th birthday was coming up, meaning that another maiden was to be taken. She would instruct her most trusted High Priestess in the taking of the maiden, and the ritual would begin anew. Tamah would officiate over it, revelling in her power as The Lady, watching as another girl was given the chance to either become a woman of great importance, or just dry ash on the wind. She herself had been given that chance, and had become the heir to the Lady who had ruled when she had been taken. This new girl however wouldn't have such a good role; but the role of High Priestess should be good enough for the girl, if she were lucky enough to pass her test.
Zack sat in his own private room, which was as different from the rooms of The Lady as night was from day. His room had no furniture in it at all, tho it was luxuriously carpeted, and had a dog bed in one corner with a water and food bowl in another. For years, this life was all that he had known, and he hadn't known any different; ie, that there was another world outside of this one. That ignorance had been shattered on the day that he'd first seen television, and discontent had set in, cumilating in the ritual that had taken place when he was aged 13 and everything that had gone with it. Zack longed to escape, but there was no way that he could do such a thing; he was doomed to stay here in this role til his death, then a new baby would be stolen away to face the same fate. The cycle would begin again, and there was nothing he could do about it.