I woke up that break of the day like it was any other sunrise. Brushed my tooth. Brushed my hair before taking an extra-long shower, like I do when I have a tardily shift at the clinic. Then I threw on a yoke of dungaree 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 work. I'm an labor organizer. I organize group meetings. Mostly grouping of sex junky or bdsm enthusiasts. Lately I'd been working for this new group calling themselves"The shaver of the Fallen."I didn't ask what sort of group they were. All I knew was they needed a iniquity, secluded"dungeon"for their meetings.

I couldn't really tell exactly what type of chemical group they were by the items they were asking me to set up in their"dungeon."They were either a bdsm"household"( a turgid group of people into bdsm that did not openly accept new appendage ) or they were a cult…which I try to fend off that at all costs because the last cult I dealt with tried to get me to join in on their orgy to summon their"iniquity 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 Irish bull into the dungeon I had procured for them.

The room was basically an old bomb shelter, 2 stories underground ( because just any old basement wouldn't do ) with a small service elevator that was apparently built by the fucking Mayan out of Grant Wood and counterbalanced with Boulder. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my part-time aid to influence full time to get all of their shit through that elevator and into the protection. Most of the stuff was minor enough to get down the elevator 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 Brobdingnagian bonus they promised me after the job was done.

It took us 2 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. to set up all of the shite they had given up. It seemed like a bunch of normal bdsm club dump. St. Andrew's crosses, burgundy drapes, we had to build a throne arse and a platform in front of it. All preindication pointed to bdsm golf club, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really ornate. drawing on the crosses and stage, the throne had gold inlays. fondness shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 hours to get the capitulum people of the social club to total in and make certain everything was to their satisfaction. I gave them a margin call once we were done and they arrived eerily soon after I hung up the phone with them. The man and cleaning lady walked in were beautiful…and I'm all for the peeress. The man had a Burgundy wine shirt with a tight set of leather pants. The dude was built too. Like a brick household. And the woman hanging on his arm was a bombshell. She had jet pitch blackness curly hair with a vast span of tits and an ass that you could use as table. I found myself getting hard just looking at her.

I showed them the work we did for them and they seemed instill."Where are the mass who helped you set all of this up,"asked the cleaning lady."We would need to thank them for the outstanding workplace they've done here as well and leave them a tip for working so diligently over the past few days with you."

I had already sent them domicile for the day, but at the first mention 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 building on this one. I might even be able to expand my business. That's all that kept running through my judgement. Then the guy pulled me off to the slope and started asking me all these questions. What I thought we were doing, what we thought of the art 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 dead incorrect. He leaned in conclusion to ask me something"secretly"and placed his helping hand on the binding of my cervix. He said,"I'm really sorry about the trouble, but we can't have anything go amiss tonight."I nodded in agreement. Then I felt a twinge of something hitting me in the stomach. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on attack, then I didn't feel anything.

I remember a few snipits of the next few hours. All weird shit. people with masks. People fucking. the great unwashed cutting one another and licking the blood. A single intellection ran through my head for time of day."Please, for the sexual love of God, don't let these be the unintelligent people who think they're vampires."That same thought over and over for what seemed like an timelessness. I smelled incense and either perspiration or fuck-juices…or both. Probably both. I must birth been there for hours.

When I finally came to my gage, I realized exactly what was going on…CULT…fucking CULT. I was hanging off of a St. Andrew's cross with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting headache. I saw my 2 assistants on mark on either incline 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 whipping, the rituals. All of it…well all they could retrieve."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

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

He spoke to me in a bass voice."But you've only just woken up. Why would you need to leave ? We have plans for you. G 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 like to be role of."I had hoped a voiced touch would get us out of this predicament we were in."Just let us go and you can stay with your screwing 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 supporter."Just let us go man. I just want to go home."He began to cry. He was afraid.

"Oh no,"said the drawing card."Don't cry."He jumped off of his throne chairperson and hovered over to the boy's side, his now vest figure, 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 go. There is no need to fear. faith us. We will run you to happiness and a world where you will feel no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the promontory, 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 only one who is getting out of this with your life."

I then felt a pricking in my tum and a burn sensation…another fucking goad. 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 survive it .