I woke up that morning like it was any other morning. Brushed my teeth. Brushed my fuzz 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 jeans and a loose fitting jersey before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to sour. I don't really work. I'm an personal digital assistant. I organize group get together. Mostly mathematical group of sex freak or bdsm fancier. Lately I'd been working for this new group calling themselves"The kid of the Fallen."I didn't ask what kind of group they were. All I knew was they needed a dark, secluded"donjon"for their meetings.

I couldn't really distinguish 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"household"( a prominent grouping of people into bdsm that did not openly admit new member ) or they were a cult…which I try to forfend that at all cost because the survive cult I dealt with tried to get me to link in on their debauchery to summon their"dark 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 turd into the dungeon I had procured for them.

The elbow room was basically an old bomb shelter, 2 stories underground ( because just any old cellar wouldn't do ) with a pocket-size service elevator that was apparently built by the screwing Maya out of 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 form full meter to get all of their shit through that elevator and into the tax shelter. almost of the material 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 immense bonus they promised me after the job was done.

It took us 2 twenty-four hours to set up all of the crap they had given up. It seemed like a crew of normal bdsm club tinker's dam. St. Andrew's crosses, burgundy drapes, we had to build up a throne buns and a political platform in nominal head of it. All signs pointed to bdsm cabaret, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really flowery. lottery on the mark and stage, the stool had gold inlays. fantasy shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 hours to get the head people of the club to come in and make certainly everything was to their satisfaction. I gave them a yell 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 noblewoman. The man had a Burgundy shirt with a tight set of leather drawers. The dandy was built too. Like a brick sign of the zodiac. And the woman hanging on his arm was a thunderbolt. She had jet black curly fuzz with a immense twain of bosom 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 impressed."Where are the people who helped you set all of this up,"asked the adult female."We would want 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 times few solar day with you."

I had already sent them home for the day, but at the first mention of a tip, the shot back to the site without second persuasion. I had this one in the bag. I was going to go to the banking concern on this one. I might even be able to expound my business. That's all that kept running through my mind. Then the guy pulled me off to the side and started asking me all these interrogation. What I thought we were doing, what we thought of the artwork and the equipment we had strung up, if we had done body of work like this before. I answered honestly. I didn't think anything bad would come of it. That is apparently where I was dead wrong. He leaned in finis to ask me something"secretly"and placed his hand on the back of my neck. He said,"I'm really sorry about the fuss, but we can't have anything go haywire tonight."I nodded in agreement. Then I felt a stab 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 hours. All weird shit. People with masks. People fucking. citizenry cutting one another and licking the rip. A single sentiment ran through my head for hours."Please, for the making love of God, don't let these be the stupid people who think they're vampires."That Sami thought over and over for what seemed like an timelessness. I smelled incense and either exertion or fuck-juices…or both. Probably both. I must sustain been there for hours.

When I finally came to my senses, 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 concern. I saw my 2 assistants on crown of thorns on either face 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 rite. All of it…well all they could remember."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

The room went soundless. 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 deep voice."But you've only just woken up. Why would you need to depart ? We have plan for you. M plans that I'm sure you will want to see and be a role of."

"I have my own program. I don't need you to severalise me what I would care to be percentage of."I had hoped a softer contact would get us out of this quandary we were in."Just let us go and you can keep with your shag fest."

"I'm afraid I can't do that offspring man. You've seen too practically. 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 chairperson and hovered over to the boy's side, his now robe material body, 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 need to venerate. Trust us. We will lead you to happiness and a humanity where you will feel no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the capitulum, 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 belly and a burning sensation…another fucking goad. I felt myself fading. Everything went dark. This was going to be a foresighted night…and I don't know if I was going to outlast it .