I woke up that sunup like it was any other morning. Brushed my teeth. Brushed my hair before taking an extra-long shower, like I do when I have a belated shift at the clinic. Then I threw on a pair of denim and a wanton fitting 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 organizer. I organize mathematical group group meeting. Mostly groups of sex addicts or bdsm partizan. Lately I'd been working for this new group calling themselves"The child of the Fallen."I didn't ask what kind of radical 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 point they were asking me to set up in their"dungeon."They were either a bdsm"home"( a large group of people into bdsm that did not openly accept new fellow member ) or they were a cult…which I try to avoid that at all costs because the last cult I dealt with tried to get me to bring together in on their orgy to mobilize their"dark master"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 pattern fee per day for moving all of their shit into the dungeon I had procured for them.

The room was basically an old bomb protection, 2 floor underground ( because just any old basement wouldn't do ) with a diminished avail lift that was apparently built by the nooky 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 time to get all of their shit through that elevator and into the tax shelter. Most of the stuff was pocket-sized enough to get down the elevator either in the boxes 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 daytime to set up all of the doodly-squat they had given up. It seemed like a bunch of normal bdsm golf-club dirt. St. Andrew's mark, Burgundy wine mantle, we had to build a toilet rear end and a program in front of it. All signs pointed to bdsm club, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really ornate. draftsmanship on the hybridization and stage, the throne had gold inlays. Fancy shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 hours to get the head people of the club to derive in and make 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 cleaning lady walked in were beautiful…and I'm all for the noblewoman. The man had a Burgundy wine shirt with a sloshed set of leather pants. The clotheshorse was built too. Like a brick house. And the woman hanging on his arm was a bombshell. She had jet Joseph Black curly hair with a huge pair of tits and an ass that you could use as table. I found myself getting intemperate just looking at her.

I showed them the work we did for them and they seemed print."Where are the people who helped you set all of this up,"asked the char."We would want to thank them for the outstanding study they've done here as well and gift them a tip for working so diligently over the past few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. with you."

I had already sent them dwelling for the day, but at the world-class credit 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 bank on this one. I might even be able to expand my line. That's all that kept running through my psyche. Then the guy pulled me off to the English and started asking me all these motion. What I thought we were doing, what we thought of the art and the equipment we had strung up, if we had done oeuvre like this before. I answered honestly. I didn't think anything bad would come in of it. That is apparently where I was utterly wrong. He leaned in finis to ask me something"secretly"and placed his mitt on the back of my cervix. He said,"I'm really sorry about the bother, but we can't have anything go wrong tonight."I nodded in agreement. Then I felt a shot of something hitting me in the stomach. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on flaming, then I didn't feel anything.

I remember a few snipits of the next few hours. All eldritch asshole. mass with masks. People fucking. mass cutting one another and licking the blood. A ace thought ran through my head for hours."Please, for the love 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 infinity. 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 good sense, I realized exactly what was going on…CULT…fucking CULT. I was hanging off of a St. Andrew's cross with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting head ache. I saw my 2 assistants on mark on either side of me. They were both wake up looking scared 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 think back."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

The elbow room went mum. All eye, or eyes that weren't either blindfolded or tied in the contrary focus, were now on me."Let us go !"I yelled at the man I had met before.

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

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

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

"We don't know son of a bitch !"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 potty hot seat and hovered over to the boy's face, his now appareled form, 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 venerate. Trust us. We will precede you to happiness and a world where you will feel no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the straits, 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 only one who is getting out of this with your life."

I then felt a prick in my breadbasket and a burning at the stake sensation…another fucking acerate leaf. I felt myself fading. Everything went dark. This was going to be a tenacious night…and I don't know if I was going to exist it .