I woke up that good morning like it was any other morning. Brushed my teeth. Brushed my hair before taking an extra-long cascade, like I do when I have a late shift key at the clinic. Then I threw on a duo of dungaree and a loose fitting t-shirt before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to operate. I don't really work. I'm an organizer. I organize group meetings. Mostly groups of sex freak or bdsm enthusiasts. Lately I'd been working for this new group calling themselves"The Children of the Fallen."I didn't ask what form of radical they were. All I knew was they needed a wickedness, secluded"dungeon"for their meetings.

I couldn't really evidence exactly what type of group they were by the items they were asking me to set up in their"dungeon."They were either a bdsm"family"( a large group of people into bdsm that did not openly have new members ) or they were a cult…which I try to avoid that at all costs because the last cult I dealt with tried to get me to join in on their drunken revelry to cite their"shadow master"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 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 dud shelter, 2 stories underground ( because just any old basement wouldn't do ) with a small military service elevator that was apparently built by the fucking Mayan out of wood and counterbalanced with boulders. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my part-time aid to work full fourth dimension 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 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 daylight to set up all of the shit they had given up. It seemed like a caboodle of normal bdsm club dogshit. St. Andrew's crown of thorns, Burgundy wine drapes, we had to establish a commode seat and a platform in front of it. All foretoken pointed to bdsm gild, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really ornate. Drawings on the crosses and microscope stage, the throne had gold inlays. Fancy shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 hr to get the head people of the club to arrive in and lay down surely everything was to their satisfaction. I gave them a call 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 Bourgogne shirt with a mingy set of leather trouser. The dude was built too. Like a brick household. And the cleaning lady hanging on his arm was a thunderclap. She had jet melanize curly whisker with a Brobdingnagian yoke of tits and an ass that you could use as table. I found myself getting hard just looking at her.

I showed them the workplace 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 desire to thank them for the owing work they've done here as well and give them a tip for working so diligently over the past few days with you."

I had already sent them nursing home for the day, but at the first mention of a tip, the dig back to the land site without moment thought. I had this one in the bag. I was going to go to the banking company on this one. I might even be able to flesh out 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 doubt. What I thought we were doing, what we thought of the graphics 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 total of it. That is apparently where I was utter wrong. He leaned in ending to ask me something"secretly"and placed his hand on the back of my neck. He said,"I'm really sorry about the worry, but we can't have anything go awry tonight."I nodded in agreement. Then I felt a thrust of something hitting me in the breadbasket. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on flack, then I didn't feel anything.

I remember a few snipits of the future few hours. All Weird darn. people with masks. People fucking. People cutting one another and licking the rakehell. A unmarried sentiment ran through my capitulum for hours."Please, for the honey of God, don't let these be the stupid person citizenry who think they're vampires."That same thought over and over for what seemed like an eternity. I smelled incense and either travail or fuck-juices…or both. Probably both. I must have been there for hours.

When I finally came to my senses, 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 hybridizing on either side 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 remember."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

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

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

"I have my own program. I don't need you to tell me what I would wish to be part of."I had hoped a delicate touch would get us out of this quandary we were in."Just let us go and you can continue with your have a go at it fest."

"I'm afraid I can't do that Cy Young man. You've seen too much. You know too a good deal. 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 drawing card."Don't cry."He jumped off of his can chair and hovered over to the boy's side, his now robed figure, 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 pauperism to fear. Trust us. We will head you to happiness and a Earth where you will feel no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the head, 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 prick in my stomach and a burning sensation…another fucking needle. I felt myself fading. Everything went dark. This was going to be a long night…and I don't know if I was going to exist it .