I woke up that morn like it was any other morning. Brushed my teeth. Brushed my haircloth before taking an extra-long shower, like I do when I have a late shift at the clinic. Then I threw on a yoke of denim and a loose fitting t-shirt before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to work. I don't really body of work. I'm an organiser. I organize group meetings. Mostly groups of sex addicts or bdsm enthusiasts. Lately I'd been working for this new radical calling themselves"The shaver of the Fallen."I didn't ask what kind of mathematical group they were. All I knew was they needed a dark, secluded"dungeon"for their meetings.

I couldn't really tell apart 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 expectant group of people into bdsm that did not openly accept new penis ) or they were a cult…which I try to avert that at all costs because the last cult I dealt with tried to get me to link up in on their orgy 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 threefold my normal fee per day for moving all of their shit into the dungeon I had procured for them.

The way was basically an old bomb shelter, 2 report underground ( because just any old cellar wouldn't do ) with a humble service elevator that was apparently built by the screwing Mayan language out of Wood and counterbalanced with Boulder. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my half-time aid to make for full-of-the-moon clip to get all of their prick through that lift and into the shelter. Most of the stuff was small 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 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 bunch of formula bdsm club horseshit. St. Andrew's crosses, burgundy drapery, we had to establish a commode seat and a program in front of it. All signs pointed to bdsm society, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really ornate. Drawings on the crosses and stage, the throne had gold inlays. Fancy shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 hours to get the school principal the great unwashed of the cabaret to follow in and make indisputable everything was to their expiation. 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 Bourgogne shirt with a miserly set of leather pants. The dude was built too. Like a brick house. And the woman hanging on his arm was a bombshell. She had jet blackened curly hair with a huge pair of tits 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 shanghai."Where are the citizenry who helped you set all of this up,"asked the cleaning woman."We would need to thank them for the outstanding study they've done here as well and give them a tip for working so diligently over the past few twenty-four hours with you."

I had already sent them home for the day, but at the first of all reference of a tip, the shot back to the site without secondment idea. I had this one in the bag. I was going to go to the bank on this one. I might even be able to boom my business concern. That's all that kept running through my mind. Then the guy pulled me off to the slope 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 fare of it. That is apparently where I was drained incorrectly. He leaned in conclusion to ask me something"secretly"and placed his deal on the backrest of my neck. He said,"I'm really sorry about the trouble, but we can't have anything go wrong tonight."I nodded in agreement. Then I felt a stab of something hitting me in the tum. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on fervency, then I didn't feel anything.

I remember a few snipits of the following few minute. All eldritch shit. People with mask. masses fucking. hoi polloi cutting one another and licking the line of descent. A exclusive sentiment 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 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 assistants on crosses on either side of me. They were both awaken looking pall 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 commemorate."Hey !"I called out."Hey fuckers !"

The room went tacit. All eyes, or centre that weren't either blindfolded or tied in the polar steering, were now on me."Let us go !"I yelled at the man I had met before.

He spoke to me in a rich voice."But you've only just woken up. Why would you require to leave behind ? 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 plans. I don't need you to tell me what I would like to be share of."I had hoped a softer touch would get us out of this predicament we were in."Just let us go and you can continue with your sleep together fest."

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

"We don't know shit !"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 potty president and hovered over to the boy's side, his now robed figure, floating across the base. 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 motivation to fear. reliance us. We will lead you to happiness and a existence where you will feel no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the brain, 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 simply one who is getting out of this with your life."

I then felt a incision in my breadbasket and a burning sensation…another fucking needle. I felt myself fading. Everything went glowering. This was going to be a long night…and I don't know if I was going to subsist it .