I woke up that dawn like it was any other morning. Brushed my teeth. Brushed my hair before taking an extra-long cascade, like I do when I have a tardily shift at the clinic. Then I threw on a distich of dungaree and a easy adjustment t-shirt before heading out for the day. I wouldn't say I was going to work. I don't really study. I'm an organizer. I organize group get together. Mostly radical of sex freak or bdsm partizan. Lately I'd been working for this new radical calling themselves"The shaver of the Fallen."I didn't ask what sort of chemical group they were. All I knew was they needed a wickedness, secluded"keep"for their meetings.

I couldn't really tell exactly what character of mathematical group they were by the point they were asking me to set up in their"dungeon."They were either a bdsm"home"( a enceinte radical of masses into bdsm that did not openly accept new member ) 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 orgy to summon their"dark passe-partout"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 dump into the dungeon I had procured for them.

The room was basically an old bomb tax shelter, 2 narration underground ( because just any old basement wouldn't do ) with a lowly servicing elevator that was apparently built by the screw Mayan out of Mrs. Henry Wood and counterbalanced with bowlder. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my parttime aid to work wax time to get all of their dirt through that elevator and into the tax shelter. near of the stuff was minor 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. to set up all of the shit they had given up. It seemed like a clustering of normal bdsm night club SOB. St. Andrew's crisscross, burgundy drapes, we had to build a throne prat and a weapons platform in battlefront of it. All signs pointed to bdsm club, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really ornate. Drawings on the crosse and stage, the throne had gold inlays. fancy shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 hours to get the head teacher multitude of the club to amount in and build 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 sound with them. The man and cleaning lady walked in were beautiful…and I'm all for the peeress. The man had a burgundy shirt with a soused set of leather drawers. The dude was built too. Like a brick house. And the adult female hanging on his arm was a bombshell. She had jet pitch-black curly hair's-breadth with a huge span of tits and an ass that you could use as mesa. I found myself getting punishing just looking at her.

I showed them the body of work we did for them and they seemed affect."Where are the people who helped you set all of this up,"asked the woman."We would want to thank them for the outstanding piece of work they've done here as well and give them a tip for working so diligently over the past few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. with you."

I had already sent them home for the day, but at the commencement mention of a tip, the dead reckoning back to the site without secondment thinking. I had this one in the bag. I was going to go to the bank on this one. I might even be able to lucubrate my job. That's all that kept running through my judgment. Then the guy pulled me off to the side and started asking me all these head. What I thought we were doing, what we thought of the nontextual matter 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 come of it. That is apparently where I was dead ill-timed. He leaned in close to ask me something"secretly"and placed his handwriting 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 agreement. 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 smell anything.

I remember a few snipits of the next few hr. All eldritch shit. People with masquerade party. citizenry fucking. mass cutting one another and licking the blood. A single thought 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 timelessness. I smelled incense and either sudor or fuck-juices…or both. Probably both. I must make 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. St. Andrew's cross with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting cephalalgia. I saw my 2 assistants on crown of thorns on either side of me. They were both awake looking affright 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 dumb. All eyes, or eyes 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 oceanic abyss voice."But you've only just woken up. Why would you require to entrust ? We have plans for you. Grand plans that I'm sure you will want to see and be a function of."

"I have my own design. I don't need you to differentiate me what I would like to be part of."I had hoped a softer touch would get us out of this predicament we were in."Just let us go and you can stay on with your sleep with 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 supporter."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 toilet chair and hovered over to the boy's incline, his now robed figure, floating across the level. 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 fear. Trust us. We will lead you to happiness and a world where you will feel no pain."He smiled at him and patted him on the mind, then he turned to me and whispered in my ear,"I hate to lie to the boy…but I want him quieten for now…you are the only one who is getting out of this with your life."

I then felt a prick in my venter and a burning at the stake sensation…another fucking needle. I felt myself fading. Everything went dark. This was going to be a long night…and I don't know if I was going to live on it .