I woke up that morning like it was any other sunup. Brushed my teeth. Brushed my hairsbreadth before taking an extra-long cascade, like I do when I have a deep shift at the clinic. Then I threw on a yoke of jeans and a loose fitting jersey before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to influence. I don't really piece of work. I'm an organizer. I organize group meetings. Mostly groups of sex freak or bdsm enthusiast. Lately I'd been working for this new group calling themselves"The Children of the Fallen."I didn't ask what kind of mathematical group they were. All I knew was they needed a dark, secluded"keep"for their meetings.

I couldn't really tell 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"household"( a tumid group of masses into bdsm that did not openly accept new appendage ) or they were a cult…which I try to avert that at all toll because the last cultus I dealt with tried to get me to join in on their debauchery to summon their"darkness 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 normal fee per day for moving all of their diddly-shit into the donjon I had procured for them.

The elbow room was basically an old dud tax shelter, 2 storey underground ( because just any old basement wouldn't do ) with a small armed service elevator that was apparently built by the piece of ass Mayan out of Natalie Wood and counterbalanced with Boulder. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my parttime assist to bring wax time to get all of their shit through that elevator and into the protection. virtually of the clobber was pocket-size 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 shit they had given up. It seemed like a bunch of normal bdsm club shit. St. Andrew's crosses, burgundy drapes, we had to build a toilet buttocks and a platform in forepart of it. All sign of the zodiac pointed to bdsm golf club, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really flowery. Drawings on the crosses and microscope 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 baseball club to add up in and stool sure everything was to their gratification. I gave them a outcry 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 ladies. The man had a Burgundy shirt with a tight set of leather drawers. The swell was built too. Like a brick house. And the womanhood hanging on his arm was a thunderclap. She had jet black curly hair with a huge duo of pap and an ass that you could use as table. I found myself getting grueling just looking at her.

I showed them the oeuvre we did for them and they seemed ingrain."Where are the people who helped you set all of this up,"asked the woman."We would want to thank them for the prominent piece of work they've done here as well and turn over them a tip for working so diligently over the retiring few mean solar day with you."

I had already sent them home for the day, but at the 1st cite of a tip, the snap back to the site without instant thought. I had this one in the bag. I was going to go to the coin bank on this one. I might even be able to expand my business. That's all that kept running through my psyche. Then the guy pulled me off to the side and started asking me all these interrogative. 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 stagnant ill-timed. He leaned in last to ask me something"secretly"and placed his script on the spinal column of my neck. He said,"I'm really sorry about the trouble, but we can't have anything go wrong tonight."I nodded in understanding. Then I felt a knife thrust of something hitting me in the stomach. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on fire, then I didn't feel anything.

I remember a few snipits of the succeeding few hours. All weird cocksucker. masses with masquerade party. hoi polloi fucking. People cutting one another and licking the blood. A single opinion ran through my heading for hours."Please, for the passion of God, don't let these be the stupe people who think they're vampires."That same thought over and over for what seemed like an eternity. I smelled incense and either lather or fuck-juices…or both. Probably both. I must have been there for hours.

When I finally came to my common sense, I realized exactly what was going on…CULT…fucking cultus. I was hanging off of a St. Andrew's cross with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting vexation. I saw my 2 assistants on hybrid on either English of me. They were both arouse looking scar shitless."What happened ?"I asked. They explained to me everything that they had seen. The sex, the beating, the rituals. All of it…well all they could retrieve."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

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

He spoke to me in a deep phonation."But you've only just woken up. Why would you desire to leave alone ? We have plan for you. one thousand 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 care to be part of."I had hoped a softer touch would get us out of this quandary we were in."Just let us go and you can continue with your bang 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 position, 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 become. There is no pauperization to fear. Trust us. We will pass you to happiness and a public where you will find no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the oral sex, 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 but one who is getting out of this with your life."

I then felt a prick in my tum and a burning sensation…another fucking needle. I felt myself fading. Everything went sour. This was going to be a farseeing night…and I don't know if I was going to pull through it .