I woke up that morning like it was any early morning. Brushed my teeth. Brushed my haircloth before taking an extra-long exhibitioner, like I do when I have a late shift at the clinic. Then I threw on a span of jeans and a loose fitting 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 group coming together. Mostly groups of sex junky or bdsm partizan. Lately I'd been working for this new grouping calling themselves"The Children of the Fallen."I didn't ask what sort of mathematical group they were. All I knew was they needed a darkness, secluded"keep"for their meetings.

I couldn't really differentiate exactly what type of group they were by the particular they were asking me to set up in their"dungeon."They were either a bdsm"menage"( a big mathematical group of masses into bdsm that did not openly admit new appendage ) or they were a cult…which I try to avoid that at all costs because the hold up cult I dealt with tried to get me to join in on their orgy to cite their"dark professional"or whatever. Despite the fact that I couldn't tell what they were, I was felicitous that they hired me. They were paying me triple my normal fee per day for moving all of their shit into the dungeon I had procured for them.

The elbow room was basically an old bomb shelter, 2 stories underground ( because just any old basement wouldn't do ) with a small serving elevator that was apparently built by the fucking Mayan language out of wood and counterbalanced with bowlder. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my half-time assistances to go full time to get all of their shit through that elevator and into the shelter. most of the stuff was small 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 twenty-four hours to set up all of the shit they had given up. It seemed like a lot of normal bdsm club shit. St. Andrew's hybridisation, burgundy curtain, we had to build a toilet seat and a program in front of it. All polarity pointed to bdsm club, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really flowery. Drawings on the crosses and stage, the throne had gold inlays. fancy shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 hours to get the head citizenry of the club to come in and make sure everything was to their atonement. I gave them a song once we were done and they arrived eerily soon after I hung up the phone with them. The man and charwoman walked in were beautiful…and I'm all for the ladies. The man had a burgundy shirt with a sozzled set of leather pants. The fop was built too. Like a brick star sign. And the charwoman hanging on his arm was a thunderclap. She had jet black curly hair with a huge pair of bosom and an ass that you could use as table. I found myself getting voiceless just looking at her.

I showed them the work we did for them and they seemed ingrain."Where are the hoi polloi who helped you set all of this up,"asked the charwoman."We would want to thank them for the great workplace they've done here as well and give them a tip for working so diligently over the by few days with you."

I had already sent them domicile for the day, but at the for the first time reference of a tip, the nip back to the site without second view. I had this one in the bag. I was going to go to the savings bank on this one. I might even be capable to expand my occupation. 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 dead wrong. He leaned in close to ask me something"secretly"and placed his hand on the spinal column of my cervix. 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 tone anything.

I remember a few snipits of the following few time of day. All weird shit. People with masquerade party. mass fucking. citizenry cutting one another and licking the blood. A exclusive cerebration ran through my head for hours."Please, for the love of God, don't let these be the stupid mass 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 Mary Jane, I realized exactly what was going on…CULT…fucking CULT. I was hanging off of a St. Andrew's hybridization with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting headache. I saw my 2 supporter on crosses on either side of meat of me. They were both awake 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 recall."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

The way went tacit. All eyes, or optic that weren't either blindfolded or tied in the opposite commission, were now on me."Let us go !"I yelled at the man I had met before.

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

"I have my own architectural plan. I don't need you to recite me what I would like to be part of."I had hoped a softer touch would get us out of this plight we were in."Just let us go and you can continue with your get it on fest."

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

"We don't know shit !"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 loss leader."Don't cry."He jumped off of his throne president and hovered over to the boy's slope, his now dressed design, floating across the story. 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 want to fear. Trust us. We will lead you to happiness and a world where you will find no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the headland, then he turned to me and whispered in my ear,"I hate to lie to the boy…but I want him quiet for now…you are the merely one who is getting out of this with your life."

I then felt a cocksucker in my tummy and a burning sensation…another fucking needle. I felt myself fading. Everything went night. This was going to be a long night…and I don't know if I was going to hold out it .