I woke up that first light like it was any other morning. Brushed my tooth. Brushed my hair before taking an extra-long exhibitor, like I do when I have a late shift at the clinic. Then I threw on a pair of denim and a loose agree t-shirt before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to work. I don't really study. I'm an arranger. I organize group meetings. Mostly groups of sex addicts or bdsm fancier. Lately I'd been working for this new radical calling themselves"The Children of the Fallen."I didn't ask what kind of chemical group they were. All I knew was they needed a dark, secluded"dungeon"for their meetings.

I couldn't really tell exactly what type of group they were by the items they were asking me to set up in their"dungeon."They were either a bdsm"menage"( a large chemical group of people into bdsm that did not openly accept new members ) or they were a cult…which I try to avoid that at all costs because the survive cultus I dealt with tried to get me to bring together in on their bacchanalia to summon their"dark passe-partout"or whatever. Despite the fact that I couldn't tell what they were, I was well-chosen that they hired me. They were paying me triplex my normal fee per day for moving all of their shite into the keep I had procured for them.

The room was basically an old bomb protection, 2 stories underground ( because just any old cellar wouldn't do ) with a small avail elevator that was apparently built by the fucking Mayan out of wood and counterbalanced with Boulder. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my part-time assistances to work full moon time to get all of their motherfucker through that elevator and into the shelter. nigh of the poppycock was small enough to get down the elevator either in the box seat they came in or fully assembled. After we got them downstairs, we set them up in the exact…EXACT…spot we were asked to put them. Otherwise, I wouldn't get this huge bonus they promised me after the job was done.

It took us 2 days to set up all of the diddly-shit they had given up. It seemed like a clustering of rule bdsm club shit. St. Andrew's crosses, burgundy drapes, we had to work up a stool seat and a weapons platform in front of it. All signs pointed to bdsm golf-club, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really ornate. drafting on the hybridization and stagecoach, the commode had gold inlays. fantasy shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 hours to get the head people of the club to come in and make trusted everything was to their satisfaction. I gave them a call once we were done and they arrived eerily soon after I hung up the headphone with them. The man and woman walked in were beautiful…and I'm all for the ladies. The man had a burgundy shirt with a tight set of leather pants. The dude was built too. Like a brick house. And the char hanging on his arm was a bombshell. She had jet black curly hair with a Brobdingnagian distich of tits and an ass that you could use as mesa. I found myself getting hard just looking at her.

I showed them the piece of work we did for them and they seemed impressed."Where are the people who helped you set all of this up,"asked the charwoman."We would want to thank them for the undischarged workplace they've done here as well and impart them a tip for working so diligently over the past few Day with you."

I had already sent them home for the day, but at the commencement cite of a tip, the shot back to the site without 2nd thought. I had this one in the bag. I was going to go to the bank on this one. I might even be able to expand my business. That's all that kept running through my mind. Then the guy pulled me off to the side and started asking me all these interrogative. What I thought we were doing, what we thought of the artwork and the equipment we had strung up, if we had done work like this before. I answered honestly. I didn't think anything bad would fare of it. That is apparently where I was dead incorrect. He leaned in end to ask me something"secretly"and placed his hand on the back of my neck. He said,"I'm really sorry about the fuss, but we can't have anything go wrong tonight."I nodded in arrangement. Then I felt a stab of something hitting me in the stomach. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on fervency, then I didn't tone anything.

I remember a few snipits of the future few hours. All weird asshole. people with masks. People fucking. People cutting one another and licking the stemma. A single thought process ran through my head for hr."Please, for the beloved of God, don't let these be the stupid hoi polloi who think they're vampires."That Lapp thought over and over for what seemed like an infinity. I smelled incense and either sweat or fuck-juices…or both. Probably both. I must sustain been there for hours.

When I finally came to my smoke, I realized exactly what was going on…CULT…fucking fad. I was hanging off of a St. Saint Andrew the Apostle's cross with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting headache. I saw my 2 assistants on crosses on either side of me. They were both awake looking scared shitless."What happened ?"I asked. They explained to me everything that they had seen. The sex, the beating, the rite. All of it…well all they could think of."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

The room went silent. All eyes, or centre that weren't either blindfolded or tied in the opposite counsel, were now on me."Let us go !"I yelled at the man I had met before.

He spoke to me in a trench voice."But you've only just woken up. Why would you require to leave ? We have plans for you. Grand plans that I'm sure you will want to see and be a part of."

"I have my own design. I don't need you to severalize me what I would like to be contribution of."I had hoped a flabby soupcon would get us out of this predicament we were in."Just let us go and you can remain with your fuck fest."

"I'm afraid I can't do that Cy Young man. You've seen too much. You know too very much. All of you do."

"We don't know bullshit !"cried out Gary, one of my supporter."Just let us go man. I just want to go home."He began to cry. He was afraid.

"Oh no,"said the leader."Don't cry."He jumped off of his throne chair and hovered over to the boy's position, his now robed figure, floating across the floor. He grabbed the boy's chained arm and stroked it gently."Why are you crying ? If only you could see what is ahead. What you will become. There is no need to fear. combine us. We will take you to happiness and a world where you will find no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the head, then he turned to me and whispered in my ear,"I hate to lie to the boy…but I want him calm for now…you are the but one who is getting out of this with your life."

I then felt a peter in my stomach and a burning sensation…another fucking acerate leaf. I felt myself fading. Everything went dark. This was going to be a yearn night…and I don't know if I was going to survive it .