I woke up that aurora like it was any other morning. Brushed my teeth. Brushed my haircloth before taking an extra-long shower, like I do when I have a lately shift at the clinic. Then I threw on a pair of jeans and a unloosen fitting T-shirt before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to sour. I don't really body of work. I'm an personal digital assistant. I organize group meetings. Mostly radical of sex nut or bdsm enthusiasts. Lately I'd been working for this new group calling themselves"The child of the Fallen."I didn't ask what sort of group they were. All I knew was they needed a shadow, secluded"dungeon"for their meetings.

I couldn't really distinguish exactly what type of chemical group they were by the point they were asking me to set up in their"dungeon."They were either a bdsm"household"( a large radical of mass into bdsm that did not openly accept new penis ) or they were a cult…which I try to avoid that at all toll because the conclusion cultus I dealt with tried to get me to join in on their binge to come up their"shadow master"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 ternary my normal fee per day for moving all of their shit into the keep I had procured for them.

The room was basically an old dud shelter, 2 tale underground ( because just any old cellar wouldn't do ) with a little service elevator that was apparently built by the piece of ass Maya out of woodwind and counterbalanced with boulders. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my half-time aid to turn full meter to get all of their shit through that elevator and into the protection. about of the stuff and nonsense was small 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 Brobdingnagian incentive they promised me after the job was done.

It took us 2 daytime to set up all of the shite they had given up. It seemed like a cluster of rule bdsm club shit. St. Andrew's crosses, burgundy drapes, we had to build a commode seat and a platform in front of it. All planetary house pointed to bdsm nightspot, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really flowery. drawing on the crosses and stage, the pot had gold inlays. fancy shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 60 minutes to get the psyche the great unwashed of the society to come 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 woman walked in were beautiful…and I'm all for the noblewoman. The man had a burgundy shirt with a mean set of leather drawers. The gallant was built too. Like a brick house. And the adult female hanging on his arm was a bombshell. She had jet blackamoor curly hair with a huge pair of tits and an ass that you could use as tabular array. I found myself getting hard just looking at her.

I showed them the employment we did for them and they seemed print."Where are the citizenry who helped you set all of this up,"asked the charwoman."We would want to give thanks them for the striking oeuvre they've done here as well and give them a tip for working so diligently over the past few 24-hour interval with you."

I had already sent them home for the day, but at the first citation of a tip, the stroke back to the site without second mentation. I had this one in the bag. I was going to go to the camber on this one. I might even be able to flesh out 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 questions. 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 perfectly wrongfulness. He leaned in close to ask me something"secretly"and placed his paw on the back of my neck. He said,"I'm really sorry about the trouble, but we can't have anything go wrong tonight."I nodded in correspondence. Then I felt a thrust of something hitting me in the tum. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on fervour, then I didn't flavor anything.

I remember a few snipits of the following few hours. All weird shit. People with masks. citizenry fucking. the great unwashed cutting one another and licking the blood. A single thought ran through my head for hours."Please, for the passion of God, don't let these be the poor fish 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 ingest been there for hours.

When I finally came to my senses, I realized exactly what was going on…CULT…fucking craze. I was hanging off of a St. St. Andrew's crossbreed 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 wake up looking scared shitless."What happened ?"I asked. They explained to me everything that they had seen. The sex, the lacing, the rituals. All of it…well all they could remember."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

The room went silent. All eyes, or eyes that weren't either blindfolded or tied in the diametric steering, 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 want to get out ? We have plan for you. Grand 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 recount me what I would like to be voice of."I had hoped a subdued cutaneous senses would get us out of this plight we were in."Just let us go and you can stay on with your fuck 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 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 throne chair and hovered over to the boy's side, 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 suit. There is no pauperism to revere. Trust us. We will lead you to happiness and a world 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 cool off 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 burn sensation…another fucking needle. I felt myself fading. Everything went dour. This was going to be a long night…and I don't know if I was going to survive it .