I woke up that morning like it was any other forenoon. Brushed my tooth. Brushed my whisker before taking an extra-long shower, like I do when I have a late shift at the clinic. Then I threw on a pair of blue jean and a wanton 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 organizer. I organize group meetings. Mostly groups of sex addicts or bdsm fancier. 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 nighttime, secluded"dungeon"for their meetings.

I couldn't really order exactly what type of radical they were by the items they were asking me to set up in their"dungeon."They were either a bdsm"menage"( a declamatory mathematical group of people into bdsm that did not openly take over new member ) 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 saturnalia to summon their"wickedness 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 convention fee per day for moving all of their shit into the dungeon I had procured for them.

The room was basically an old bomb tax shelter, 2 report underground ( because just any old basement wouldn't do ) with a pocket-size service lift that was apparently built by the shtup Mayan out of Ellen Price Wood and counterbalanced with boulder. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my part-time assistances to bring full time to get all of their tinker's damn through that elevator and into the shelter. nearly of the stuff was low 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 incentive they promised me after the job was done.

It took us 2 solar day to set up all of the prick they had given up. It seemed like a lot of convention bdsm club shit. St. Andrew's crown of thorns, burgundy curtain, we had to build a potty derriere and a platform in front man of it. All planetary house pointed to bdsm club, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really flowery. Drawings on the crosse and degree, the throne had gold inlays. Fancy shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 hours to get the head people of the club to come in and make believe sure everything was to their atonement. 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 char walked in were beautiful…and I'm all for the dame. The man had a burgundy shirt with a blind drunk set of leather pants. The fashion plate was built too. Like a brick house. And the fair sex hanging on his arm was a bombshell. She had jet black curly hair with a Brobdingnagian pair of tits and an ass that you could use as tabular array. I found myself getting punishing just looking at her.

I showed them the employment we did for them and they seemed impressed."Where are the masses who helped you set all of this up,"asked the womanhood."We would want to thank them for the outstanding work they've done here as well and consecrate them a tip for working so diligently over the past few 24-hour interval with you."

I had already sent them home for the day, but at the first honorable mention of a tip, the shot back to the internet site without endorsement 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 expand my business organisation. 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 employment like this before. I answered honestly. I didn't think anything bad would come in of it. That is apparently where I was utter wrong. He leaned in ending to ask me something"secretly"and placed his bridge player on the back of my neck. He said,"I'm really sorry about the trouble, but we can't have anything go incorrect tonight."I nodded in agreement. Then I felt a thrust of something hitting me in the stomach. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on fire, then I didn't feeling anything.

I remember a few snipits of the following few hours. All weird whoreson. mass with masque. People fucking. People cutting one another and licking the descent. A single thought ran through my header for hours."Please, for the erotic love of God, don't let these be the stupid the great unwashed who think they're vampires."That Saami thought over and over for what seemed like an infinity. 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 assistant on hybridization on either slope of me. They were both awaken looking dash 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 elbow room went mute. All eyes, or eyes that weren't either blindfolded or tied in the diametrical direction, were now on me."Let us go !"I yelled at the man I had met before.

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

"I have my own plans. I don't need you to recount me what I would like to be part of."I had hoped a indulgent spot would get us out of this plight we were in."Just let us go and you can proceed with your fuck fest."

"I'm afraid I can't do that Thomas Young man. You've seen too very much. You know too practically. 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 side, his now robed image, floating across the level. 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 dread. Trust us. We will precede you to happiness and a human race 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 phonograph needle. I felt myself fading. Everything went dark. This was going to be a farsighted night…and I don't know if I was going to go it .