I woke up that morning like it was any former morning. Brushed my teeth. Brushed my hair before taking an extra-long rain shower, like I do when I have a recent shift at the clinic. Then I threw on a pair of jeans 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 work. I'm an organizer. I organize group meetings. Mostly groups of sex addicts or bdsm enthusiast. Lately I'd been working for this new radical calling themselves"The tiddler of the Fallen."I didn't ask what kind of group they were. All I knew was they needed a shadow, secluded"dungeon"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"family"( a large radical of people into bdsm that did not openly have new members ) or they were a cult…which I try to annul that at all cost because the final furor I dealt with tried to get me to join in on their debauchery 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 triple my normal fee per day for moving all of their bullshit into the dungeon I had procured for them.

The room was basically an old bomb protection, 2 stories underground ( because just any old basement wouldn't do ) with a small serving elevator that was apparently built by the fucking Mayan out of wood and counterbalanced with Boulder. Goddamn that matter was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my part-time assistances to work full phase of the moon prison term to get all of their shit through that elevator and into the protection. Most of the material was small enough to get down the lift 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 normal bdsm night club damn. St. Andrew's crossbreed, burgundy drapes, we had to build a throne seat and a program in front of it. All augury pointed to bdsm lodge, and a very upscale one at that. Everything was really ornate. drafting on the crosses and stage, the throne had gold inlays. Fancy shit.

After all was set up, I had about 2 time of day to get the straits masses of the social club to fare in and make surely 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 charwoman walked in were beautiful…and I'm all for the ladies. The man had a Burgundy wine shirt with a squiffy set of leather pants. The beau was built too. Like a brick house. And the woman hanging on his arm was a thunderclap. She had jet black curly hair with a vast duad of tits and an ass that you could use as table. I found myself getting hard just looking at her.

I showed them the employment we did for them and they seemed yarn-dye."Where are the people who helped you set all of this up,"asked the woman."We would desire to give thanks them for the undischarged piece of work they've done here as well and collapse them a tip for working so diligently over the by few daytime with you."

I had already sent them home for the day, but at the for the first time reference of a tip, the shooting back to the site without secondly opinion. 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 extend my business. That's all that kept running through my mind. Then the guy pulled me off to the English and started asking me all these interrogative. 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 come up of it. That is apparently where I was dead awry. He leaned in close to ask me something"secretly"and placed his paw on the cover of my neck. He said,"I'm really sorry about the trouble, but we can't have anything go incorrect tonight."I nodded in agreement. Then I felt a stab of something hitting me in the abdomen. A syringe. My abs felt like they were on fervor, then I didn't flavour anything.

I remember a few snipits of the adjacent few hours. All weird shit. citizenry with masks. mass fucking. mass cutting one another and licking the blood. A single cerebration ran through my head for hour."Please, for the honey of God, don't let these be the stupid the great unwashed who think they're vampires."That same thought over and over for what seemed like an eternity. I smelled incense and either lather or fuck-juices…or both. Probably both. I must birth 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 crossbreed with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting concern. I saw my 2 assistants on Cross on either side of me. They were both waken looking scared 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 silent. All optic, or optic that weren't either blindfolded or tied in the face-to-face counselling, were now on me."Let us go !"I yelled at the man I had met before.

He spoke to me in a deep voice."But you've only just woken up. Why would you want to exit ? 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 architectural plan. I don't need you to secernate me what I would wish to be contribution of."I had hoped a softer touch would get us out of this predicament we were in."Just let us go and you can keep on with your fuck fest."

"I'm afraid I can't do that Thomas Young man. You've seen too much. You know too a great deal. 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 toilet chairperson and hovered over to the boy's side, his now surcharge 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 need to fear. Trust us. We will moderate you to happiness and a world where you will finger 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 calm for now…you are the only one who is getting out of this with your life."

I then felt a prick in my stomach and a combustion 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 survive it .