I woke up that daybreak like it was any former morning. Brushed my tooth. Brushed my whisker before taking an extra-long shower, like I do when I have a late break at the clinic. Then I threw on a pair of jeans and a informal correspond T-shirt before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to work. I don't really body of work. I'm an organizer. I organize mathematical group coming together. Mostly mathematical group of sex addict or bdsm enthusiasts. Lately I'd been working for this new group calling themselves"The Children 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 grouping they were by the point they were asking me to set up in their"dungeon."They were either a bdsm"household"( a bombastic 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 last rage I dealt with tried to get me to conjoin in on their drunken revelry to summon their"iniquity professional"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 normal fee per day for moving all of their shit into the donjon I had procured for them.

The room was basically an old bomb shelter, 2 account underground ( because just any old basement wouldn't do ) with a small overhaul elevator that was apparently built by the fucking Maya out of Mrs. Henry Wood and counterbalanced with boulder. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my half-time assistance to work wide time to get all of their diddley through that lift and into the shelter. near of the stuff was minuscule enough to get down the lift either in the corner 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 Day to set up all of the doodly-squat they had given up. It seemed like a bunch of normal bdsm club poop. St. St. Andrew's mark, burgundy curtain, we had to build a throne seat and a political platform in front of it. All signs pointed to bdsm society, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really ornate. drawing on the crosses and phase, the commode had gold inlays. fantasy shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 hour to get the chief people of the club to come in and produce certainly everything was to their satisfaction. I gave them a cry once we were done and they arrived eerily soon after I hung up the phone with them. The man and cleaning woman walked in were beautiful…and I'm all for the ladies. The man had a burgundy shirt with a fast set of leather pant. The dandy was built too. Like a brick house. And the womanhood hanging on his arm was a bombshell. She had jet black curly hair with a huge pair of tits and an ass that you could use as table. I found myself getting unvoiced just looking at her.

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

I had already sent them home for the day, but at the first acknowledgment 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 bank on this one. I might even be able to expand my business sector. 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 artwork and the equipment we had strung up, if we had done piece of work like this before. I answered honestly. I didn't think anything bad would come of it. That is apparently where I was beat wrong. He leaned in close to ask me something"secretly"and placed his hand on the back of my neck. He said,"I'm really sorry about the hassle, but we can't have anything go wrong tonight."I nodded in agreement. Then I felt a stab of something hitting me in the stomach. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on fire, then I didn't spirit anything.

I remember a few snipits of the next few hours. All weird shit. People with masquerade party. People fucking. hoi polloi cutting one another and licking the blood. A bingle sentiment 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 eternity. I smelled incense and either perspiration or fuck-juices…or both. Probably both. I must accept been there for hours.

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

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

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

"I have my own plans. I don't need you to tell me what I would care to be share of."I had hoped a piano touch 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 young man. You've seen too a lot. You know too a good deal. All of you do."

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

"Oh no,"said the loss leader."Don't cry."He jumped off of his crapper chair and hovered over to the boy's side of meat, his now hook digit, floating across the flooring. 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 indigence to dread. confidence us. We will lead you to happiness and a mankind where you will feel no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the psyche, then he turned to me and whispered in my ear,"I hate to lie to the boy…but I want him chill out for now…you are the exclusively one who is getting out of this with your life."

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