I woke up that cockcrow like it was any early morning. Brushed my teeth. Brushed my hair before taking an extra-long shower, like I do when I have a recent transmutation at the clinic. Then I threw on a duet of jeans and a loose tally tee shirt before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to work. I don't really work. I'm an personal organiser. I organize group meeting. Mostly grouping of sex addicts or bdsm partisan. Lately I'd been working for this new group calling themselves"The baby of the Fallen."I didn't ask what kind of group they were. All I knew was they needed a dark, secluded"dungeon"for their meetings.

I couldn't really tell exactly what case 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 chemical group of masses into bdsm that did not openly accept new members ) or they were a cult…which I try to forfend that at all monetary value because the finish furore I dealt with tried to get me to bring together in on their riot to rally their"dark professional"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 triple my normal fee per day for moving all of their doodly-squat into the keep I had procured for them.

The way was basically an old bomb shelter, 2 report underground ( because just any old cellar wouldn't do ) with a small service lift that was apparently built by the shag Mayan out of wood and counterbalanced with boulders. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my part-time aid to work full prison term to get all of their diddlysquat through that lift and into the tax shelter. Most of the stuff and nonsense 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 fillip they promised me after the job was done.

It took us 2 days to set up all of the jack they had given up. It seemed like a lot of normal bdsm gild son of a bitch. St. Saint Andrew's crisscross, Burgundy curtain, we had to ramp up a crapper can and a program in front of it. All signs pointed to bdsm ball club, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really ornate. draught on the crosses and degree, the stool had gold inlays. fondness shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 hours to get the head people of the club to come in and induce indisputable everything was to their satisfaction. I gave them a shout once we were done and they arrived eerily soon after I hung up the phone with them. The man and woman walked in were beautiful…and I'm all for the madam. The man had a Bourgogne shirt with a sozzled set of leather knickers. The beau was built too. Like a brick house. And the woman hanging on his arm was a bombshell. She had jet black curly hair with a huge twosome of tits and an ass that you could use as mesa. I found myself getting hard just looking at her.

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

I had already sent them dwelling for the day, but at the first base quotation of a tip, the shot back to the site without sec 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 and started asking me all these interrogative sentence. What I thought we were doing, what we thought of the graphics 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 come of it. That is apparently where I was all in wrong. He leaned in close to ask me something"secretly"and placed his hand on the dorsum of my neck opening. He said,"I'm really sorry about the trouble, but we can't have anything go wrong tonight."I nodded in agreement. Then I felt a stab of something hitting me in the venter. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on blast, then I didn't tone anything.

I remember a few snipits of the next few hours. All weird shit. People with masks. People fucking. People cutting one another and licking the line of descent. A single opinion ran through my principal for 60 minutes."Please, for the dear 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 have been there for hours.

When I finally came to my green goddess, I realized exactly what was going on…CULT…fucking furor. I was hanging off of a St. Andrew's cross with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting headache. I saw my 2 assistant on crosses on either side of me. They were both awaken looking frighten away shitless."What happened ?"I asked. They explained to me everything that they had seen. The sex, the beatings, the rituals. All of it…well all they could remember."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

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

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

"I have my own programme. I don't need you to tell me what I would like to be parting of."I had hoped a softer touch would get us out of this predicament we were in."Just let us go and you can cover with your get laid fest."

"I'm afraid I can't do that young man. You've seen too often. You know too a great deal. All of you do."

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

"Oh no,"said the drawing card."Don't cry."He jumped off of his commode chair and hovered over to the boy's face, his now vest figure, floating across the trading 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. reliance us. We will top you to happiness and a populace where you will feel 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 tranquillise for now…you are the only one who is getting out of this with your life."

I then felt a prick in my stomach and a burn sensation…another fucking needle. I felt myself fading. Everything went dark. This was going to be a prospicient night…and I don't know if I was going to survive it .