I woke up that morning like it was any former sunrise. Brushed my teeth. Brushed my tomentum before taking an extra-long shower, like I do when I have a deep fracture at the clinic. Then I threw on a span of blue jean and a loose fitting t-shirt before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to work out. I don't really employment. I'm an personal digital assistant. I organize group meetings. Mostly groups of sex addicts or bdsm partizan. Lately I'd been working for this new radical 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 iniquity, secluded"dungeon"for their meetings.

I couldn't really state exactly what case of group they were by the items they were asking me to set up in their"dungeon."They were either a bdsm"household"( a large radical of people into bdsm that did not openly accept new members ) or they were a cult…which I try to avoid that at all toll because the last cult I dealt with tried to get me to join in on their riot to summon their"darkness master copy"or whatever. Despite the fact that I couldn't tell what they were, I was happy that they hired me. They were paying me three-base hit my pattern fee per day for moving all of their shite into the keep I had procured for them.

The room was basically an old bomb shelter, 2 fib underground ( because just any old cellar wouldn't do ) with a humble service elevator that was apparently built by the nooky Mayan out of forest and counterbalanced with boulders. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my part-time assist to shape wax time to get all of their motherfucker through that elevator and into the protection. to the highest degree of the stuff was minuscule 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 vast incentive they promised me after the job was done.

It took us 2 days to set up all of the diddly-shit they had given up. It seemed like a gang of normal bdsm club shit. St. Saint Andrew the Apostle's crosses, Burgundy wine drapes, we had to build a throne seat and a program in front of it. All signs pointed to bdsm nightspot, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really ornate. Drawings on the crosses and stage, the commode had gold inlays. Fancy shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 hour to get the head hoi polloi of the club to occur in and attain for 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 phone 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 pants. The sheik was built too. Like a brick planetary house. And the adult female hanging on his arm was a bombshell. She had jet pitch blackness curly hair with a huge pair of mammilla and an ass that you could use as mesa. 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 woman."We would want to thank them for the outstanding work they've done here as well and give them a tip for working so diligently over the past few day with you."

I had already sent them home for the day, but at the first reference of a tip, the stroke back to the site without irregular thought. I had this one in the bag. I was going to go to the bank 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 questions. What I thought we were doing, what we thought of the artwork and the equipment we had strung up, if we had done piece of work like this before. I answered honestly. I didn't think anything bad would come of it. That is apparently where I was drained wrong. He leaned in finish to ask me something"secretly"and placed his hand on the dorsum of my cervix. He said,"I'm really sorry about the trouble, but we can't have anything go legal injury tonight."I nodded in arrangement. 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 tone anything.

I remember a few snipits of the next few 60 minutes. All unearthly shit. hoi polloi with masks. People fucking. citizenry cutting one another and licking the stock. A unmarried thought ran through my head for hours."Please, for the love of God, don't let these be the stupid the great unwashed who think they're vampires."That Lapp 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 hold 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's interbreeding with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting headache. I saw my 2 assistants on crosse 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 beating, the rituals. All of it…well all they could think back."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

The room went understood. All eyes, 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 deep vocalism."But you've only just woken up. Why would you want to leave ? We have plans for you. Grand plans that I'm sure you will want to see and be a part of."

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

"I'm afraid I can't do that youthful man. You've seen too much. You know too a great deal. All of you do."

"We don't know dickhead !"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 can chair and hovered over to the boy's side, his now robed figure, 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 turn. There is no pauperization to dread. Trust us. We will conduce you to happiness and a world where you will feel no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the point, then he turned to me and whispered in my ear,"I hate to lie to the boy…but I want him tranquillize for now…you are the sole one who is getting out of this with your life."

I then felt a bastard in my stomach and a combustion sensation…another fucking goad. I felt myself fading. Everything went dark-skinned. This was going to be a hanker night…and I don't know if I was going to survive it .