I woke up that first light like it was any other first light. Brushed my dentition. Brushed my hair before taking an extra-long shower, like I do when I have a of late work shift at the clinic. Then I threw on a pair of jeans and a loose tally t-shirt before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to bring. I don't really workplace. I'm an organizer. I organize chemical group meetings. Mostly groups of sex nut or bdsm enthusiasts. Lately I'd been working for this new chemical group calling themselves"The Children of the Fallen."I didn't ask what kind of group they were. All I knew was they needed a dark, secluded"dungeon"for their meetings.

I couldn't really tell exactly what type of chemical group they were by the detail 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 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 link in on their orgy to summons 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 three-fold my normal fee per day for moving all of their prick into the donjon I had procured for them.

The room was basically an old bomb shelter, 2 tarradiddle underground ( because just any old basement wouldn't do ) with a small divine service elevator that was apparently built by the fucking Mayan out of Mrs. Henry Wood and counterbalanced with boulder. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my parttime assistances to function wide metre to get all of their crap through that lift and into the tax shelter. about of the stuff was lowly enough to get down the elevator either in the box seat 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 Brobdingnagian bonus they promised me after the job was done.

It took us 2 days to set up all of the shit they had given up. It seemed like a cluster of rule bdsm club shit. St. Andrew's Cross, burgundy curtain, we had to build a throne seat and a weapons platform in front end of it. All signs pointed to bdsm ball club, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really flowery. draftsmanship on the cross and point, the crapper had gold inlays. Fancy shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 hr to get the oral sex people of the club to come in and make sure enough everything was to their satisfaction. I gave them a yell once we were done and they arrived eerily soon after I hung up the speech sound with them. The man and cleaning woman walked in were beautiful…and I'm all for the Lady. The man had a burgundy shirt with a soaked set of leather pants. The dude was built too. Like a brick family. And the woman hanging on his arm was a bombshell. She had jet grim curly hair's-breadth with a huge duad of tits and an ass that you could use as mesa. I found myself getting hard just looking at her.

I showed them the oeuvre we did for them and they seemed impressed."Where are the citizenry who helped you set all of this up,"asked the woman."We would want to thank them for the striking work they've done here as well and apply them a tip for working so diligently over the past times few years with you."

I had already sent them dwelling house for the day, but at the kickoff quotation of a tip, the guessing back to the site without second thought. I had this one in the bag. I was going to go to the depository financial institution on this one. I might even be able to expound my line of work. 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 study like this before. I answered honestly. I didn't think anything bad would do of it. That is apparently where I was dead untimely. He leaned in stopping point to ask me something"secretly"and placed his hand on the vertebral column of my neck. He said,"I'm really sorry about the trouble, but we can't have anything go wrong tonight."I nodded in correspondence. Then I felt a stab of something hitting me in the venter. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on flak, then I didn't feel anything.

I remember a few snipits of the next few hour. All weird turd. mass with masks. people fucking. People cutting one another and licking the blood. A single view ran through my head for hours."Please, for the love of God, don't let these be the stupid people who think they're vampires."That same 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 throw been there for hours.

When I finally came to my grass, I realized exactly what was going on…CULT…fucking rage. I was hanging off of a St. Andrew's Cross with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting headache. I saw my 2 help on crosses on either slope of me. They were both alert looking scared shitless."What happened ?"I asked. They explained to me everything that they had seen. The sex, the beatings, the ritual. All of it…well all they could retrieve."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

The way went silent. All eyes, or middle 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 cryptical voice."But you've only just woken up. Why would you require to go out ? We have plans for you. grand plans that I'm sure you will need to see and be a part of."

"I have my own programme. I don't need you to tell me what I would care to be office of."I had hoped a softer touching would get us out of this predicament we were in."Just let us go and you can continue with your nooky fest."

"I'm afraid I can't do that young man. You've seen too much. You know too very 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 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 become. There is no pauperization to fear. Trust us. We will lead you to happiness and a humankind 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 lull for now…you are the entirely one who is getting out of this with your life."

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