Her new home looked warm and welcoming enough to the young Branch Davidian girl. She was fascinated with the hot running water, flush toilets, heated food. The Waco compound had no such comforts. But upon passing a door leading to the basement, the youngster froze. "Do you have a whipping room down there?" she asked her new guardians. "No," answered the woman who now cared for her, "do you have one?" "Yes," said the little girl. "When they don't want everyone to hear us, they take us down there."
With the sect consumed by fire, the tales of life in Mount...
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