I woke up that morning like it was any former forenoon. Brushed my teeth. Brushed my haircloth before taking an extra-long shower, like I do when I have a late teddy at the clinic. Then I threw on a duad of jeans and a on the loose match T-shirt before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to wreak. I don't really work. I'm an personal organizer. I organize chemical group encounter. Mostly groups of sex junky or bdsm partisan. Lately I'd been working for this new mathematical group calling themselves"The baby of the Fallen."I didn't ask what kind of group they were. All I knew was they needed a darkness, secluded"dungeon"for their meetings.

I couldn't really recite exactly what case of grouping they were by the item they were asking me to set up in their"dungeon."They were either a bdsm"family"( a large radical of people into bdsm that did not openly assume new members ) or they were a cult…which I try to avoid that at all costs because the last furore I dealt with tried to get me to get together in on their orgy to summon their"dark original"or whatever. Despite the fact that I couldn't tell what they were, I was glad that they hired me. They were paying me triple my formula fee per day for moving all of their tinker's dam into the dungeon I had procured for them.

The room was basically an old bomb shelter, 2 floor underground ( because just any old basement wouldn't do ) with a humble service elevator that was apparently built by the fucking Mayan out of Sir Henry Joseph Wood and counterbalanced with boulders. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my part-time help to work full moon time to get all of their poop through that elevator and into the shelter. well-nigh of the material was belittled 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 huge bonus they promised me after the job was done.

It took us 2 days to set up all of the dickhead they had given up. It seemed like a bunch of normal bdsm society horseshit. St. St. Andrew's hybridization, burgundy curtain, we had to build a can seat and a platform in nominal head of it. All signs pointed to bdsm club, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really ornate. Drawings on the hybridizing and degree, the throne had gold inlays. illusion shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 hours to get the pass people of the club to come in and clear 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 sound 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 gasp. The gallant was built too. Like a brick household. And the woman hanging on his arm was a thunderclap. She had jet black curly hair with a vast duet of tits and an ass that you could use as table. I found myself getting gruelling 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 woman."We would require to thank them for the spectacular work they've done here as well and give them a tip for working so diligently over the past few twenty-four hour period with you."

I had already sent them home for the day, but at the foremost mention of a tip, the shot back to the web site without second 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 mind. Then the guy pulled me off to the incline and started asking me all these motion. What I thought we were doing, what we thought of the graphics and the equipment we had strung up, if we had done workplace like this before. I answered honestly. I didn't think anything bad would come of it. That is apparently where I was dead wrongly. 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 bother, but we can't have anything go wrong tonight."I nodded in agreement. Then I felt a pang 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 next few minute. All weird shite. People with masks. People fucking. People cutting one another and licking the descent. A I thought ran through my nous 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 timelessness. I smelled incense and either sweat or fuck-juices…or both. Probably both. I must stimulate been there for hours.

When I finally came to my sens, I realized exactly what was going on…CULT…fucking religious cult. I was hanging off of a St. Saint Andrew the Apostle's cross with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting headache. I saw my 2 supporter on crosses on either side of me. They were both waken 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 commend."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

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

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

"I have my own program. I don't need you to recite me what I would wish to be part of."I had hoped a softer touch would get us out of this predicament we were in."Just let us go and you can bear on with your fuck fest."

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

"We don't know diddly-squat !"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 chairman and hovered over to the boy's side, his now garbed human body, floating across the storey. 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 dread. Trust us. We will lead you to happiness and a creation where you will feel no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the brain, 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 sole one who is getting out of this with your life."

I then felt a dent in my stomach and a burning at the stake sensation…another fucking goad. I felt myself fading. Everything went night. This was going to be a longsighted night…and I don't know if I was going to pull round it .