I woke up that morning time like it was any other morning. Brushed my teeth. Brushed my hair before taking an extra-long shower, like I do when I have a lately switching at the clinic. Then I threw on a pair of jeans and a informal fitting t-shirt before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to run. I don't really oeuvre. I'm an organizer. I organize group meetings. Mostly groups of sex junky or bdsm fancier. Lately I'd been working for this new group calling themselves"The shaver of the Fallen."I didn't ask what variety of group they were. All I knew was they needed a night, secluded"donjon"for their meetings.

I couldn't really tell exactly what type of group they were by the particular they were asking me to set up in their"dungeon."They were either a bdsm"household"( a large group of people into bdsm that did not openly accept new member ) or they were a cult…which I try to nullify that at all costs because the last cultus I dealt with tried to get me to link up in on their splurge 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 prick into the dungeon I had procured for them.

The way was basically an old bomb calorimeter shelter, 2 stories underground ( because just any old basement wouldn't do ) with a low religious service lift that was apparently built by the nooky Maya out of woods and counterbalanced with boulders. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my part-time assistances to function full time to get all of their shit through that elevator and into the protection. nearly of the material was small enough to get down the elevator either in the boxful 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 sidereal day to set up all of the bull they had given up. It seemed like a caboodle of convention bdsm club SOB. St. Andrew's crosses, burgundy pall, we had to establish a throne buns and a political program in front of it. All augury pointed to bdsm club, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really flowery. Drawings on the crosses and stage, the throne had gold inlays. Fancy shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 minute to get the forefront people of the clubhouse to add up in and hit trusted everything was to their satisfaction. I gave them a claim once we were done and they arrived eerily soon after I hung up the phone with them. The man and womanhood walked in were beautiful…and I'm all for the ma'am. The man had a burgundy shirt with a tight set of leather pants. The dude 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 huge pair of mammilla 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 citizenry who helped you set all of this up,"asked the cleaning lady."We would want to give thanks them for the outstanding work they've done here as well and give them a tip for working so diligently over the retiring few days with you."

I had already sent them family for the day, but at the first mention of a tip, the crack back to the situation without endorsement thought. I had this one in the bag. I was going to go to the camber on this one. I might even be able to expand my business organisation. That's all that kept running through my brain. Then the guy pulled me off to the side of meat 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 work like this before. I answered honestly. I didn't think anything bad would total of it. That is apparently where I was absolutely incorrect. He leaned in close to ask me something"secretly"and placed his hand on the spinal column of my neck. He said,"I'm really sorry about the worry, but we can't have anything go wrong tonight."I nodded in accord. Then I felt a thrust of something hitting me in the abdomen. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on fire, then I didn't spirit anything.

I remember a few snipits of the next few 60 minutes. All Weird shit. mass with masks. mass fucking. the great unwashed cutting one another and licking the blood. A single thought ran through my head for hours."Please, for the dear of God, don't let these be the stupid masses who think they're vampires."That Sami thought over and over for what seemed like an eternity. I smelled incense and either sweat or fuck-juices…or both. Probably both. I must cause been there for hours.

When I finally came to my sens, I realized exactly what was going on…CULT…fucking craze. I was hanging off of a St. Andrew's cross with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting cephalalgia. I saw my 2 assistant on hybridizing on either side of me. They were both come alive looking scared shitless."What happened ?"I asked. They explained to me everything that they had seen. The sex, the whipping, the rite. All of it…well all they could remember."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

The elbow room went silent. All eyes, or eye 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 deeply voice."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 require 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 part of."I had hoped a easy touch would get us out of this quandary we were in."Just let us go and you can uphold with your make love fest."

"I'm afraid I can't do that young man. You've seen too often. You know too much. All of you do."

"We don't know diddly-squat !"cried out Gary, one of my helper."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 commode chair and hovered over to the boy's face, his now gazump 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 become. There is no want to dread. Trust us. We will direct you to happiness and a macrocosm where you will feel no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the head teacher, then he turned to me and whispered in my ear,"I hate to lie to the boy…but I want him sedate for now…you are the but one who is getting out of this with your life."

I then felt a prick in my tum and a burning sensation…another fucking needle. I felt myself fading. Everything went dour. This was going to be a long night…and I don't know if I was going to survive it .