I woke up that morn like it was any other morning. Brushed my teeth. Brushed my hair's-breadth before taking an extra-long shower, like I do when I have a latterly work shift at the clinic. Then I threw on a pair of jeans and a relax match t-shirt before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to act. I don't really workplace. I'm an personal organizer. I organize group group meeting. Mostly grouping of sex junky or bdsm enthusiasts. Lately I'd been working for this new mathematical group 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 eccentric of group they were by the items they were asking me to set up in their"dungeon."They were either a bdsm"household"( a large group of multitude into bdsm that did not openly admit new member ) or they were a cult…which I try to avoid that at all price because the lastly cult I dealt with tried to get me to join in on their riot to summon their"night master copy"or whatever. Despite the fact that I couldn't tell what they were, I was happy that they hired me. They were paying me triple my convention fee per day for moving all of their son of a bitch into the keep I had procured for them.

The way was basically an old bomb shelter, 2 stories underground ( because just any old basement wouldn't do ) with a pocket-sized service elevator that was apparently built by the screw Mayan out of Natalie Wood and counterbalanced with bowlder. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my parttime assistances to work wax time to get all of their tinker's dam through that lift and into the shelter. Most of the stuff was minor enough to get down the elevator either in the loge 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 fillip they promised me after the job was done.

It took us 2 Clarence Day to set up all of the shit they had given up. It seemed like a bunch of normal bdsm club shit. St. Andrew's crosses, burgundy mantle, we had to establish a throne seat and a political program in front of it. All augury pointed to bdsm night club, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really ornate. Drawings on the crosses and microscope stage, the throne 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 lay down sure everything was to their satisfaction. I gave them a call once we were done and they arrived eerily soon after I hung up the phone with them. The man and fair sex 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 sheik was built too. Like a brick house. And the fair sex hanging on his arm was a bombshell. She had jet black curly hairsbreadth with a Brobdingnagian span of tits and an ass that you could use as table. I found myself getting punishing just looking at her.

I showed them the oeuvre we did for them and they seemed instill."Where are the people who helped you set all of this up,"asked the woman."We would desire to thank them for the outstanding work they've done here as well and give them a tip for working so diligently over the past few days with you."

I had already sent them home for the day, but at the first gear honorable mention of a tip, the shot back to the site without second thought. I had this one in the bag. I was going to go to the camber 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 of meat and started asking me all these interrogation. What I thought we were doing, what we thought of the artwork and the equipment we had strung up, if we had done study like this before. I answered honestly. I didn't think anything bad would come of it. That is apparently where I was dead incorrectly. He leaned in closing to ask me something"secretly"and placed his hand on the rear of my neck. He said,"I'm really sorry about the trouble, but we can't have anything go wrong tonight."I nodded in concord. Then I felt a knife thrust of something hitting me in the stomach. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on fervor, then I didn't feel anything.

I remember a few snipits of the adjacent few hours. All weird shit. People with masks. People fucking. People cutting one another and licking the roue. A single persuasion ran through my school principal for hours."Please, for the lovemaking of God, don't let these be the stupid people who think they're vampires."That same thought over and over for what seemed like an eternity. I smelled incense and either sweat or fuck-juices…or both. Probably both. I must give birth been there for hours.

When I finally came to my senses, I realized exactly what was going on…CULT…fucking religious cult. I was hanging off of a St. Andrew's crisscross with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting cephalalgia. I saw my 2 assistant on crosse on either slope of me. They were both alive looking scared shitless."What happened ?"I asked. They explained to me everything that they had seen. The sex, the trouncing, the rituals. All of it…well all they could remember."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

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

He spoke to me in a deep representative."But you've only just woken up. Why would you want to leave ? We have plan for you. one thousand plans that I'm sure you will desire to see and be a theatrical role of."

"I have my own plans. I don't need you to secern me what I would like to be part of."I had hoped a diffuse touch modality would get us out of this predicament we were in."Just let us go and you can continue with your fuck fest."

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

"We don't know shit !"cried out Gary, one of my assistants."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 can electric chair and hovered over to the boy's position, his now plume figure, floating across the level. 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 revere. trustfulness us. We will contribute you to happiness and a creation where you will finger no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the foreland, then he turned to me and whispered in my ear,"I hate to lie to the boy…but I want him cool it for now…you are the only one who is getting out of this with your life."

I then felt a prick in my belly and a burning sensation…another fucking goad. I felt myself fading. Everything went dark. This was going to be a long night…and I don't know if I was going to survive it .