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I am Nightcrawler…Part II

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I couldn’t figure it out.  There was a long, dark hall and many doors, some with light peeking underneath. I heard muffled voices, laughter…moaning.  Oh shit.  The moaning got louder, deeper then…a whip cracked followed by a scream.  That’s it, I’m outta here.

I reached for the door but there was no handle. I ran my hands all over the door.  I started to freak.  Don’t panic Nicole, there has to be a handle. I took a deep, cleansing breath then tried again...holy shit, there’s no handle!  How do I get out of here?!

Suddenly the door clicked.   A man’s voice came from the other side. “I won’t be long so park close”, he said to someone.

My instincts told me to run.  I sprinted down the hall, slipped into a dark room and shut the door.   Man it was dark.  For real, pitch black.  I searched the wall for a light switch.  Nothing.  Great.  I reached for the door…NO HANDLE!  Jesus!  Who designed this place?  Ted Bundy?

I heard someone breathing then…someone touched me.

I screamed.  Like a really good horror movie scream.

From the darkness….”Shhhh”.

“Who are you?  How do I get out of here?” I asked.

Again, “shhhhhh”.  But this time it came from more than one person.

I stood there, terrified then someone took my hand, tender, non threatening.  I was led through the room. I shivered as various hands touched my body along the way then, a door opened allowing a faint sliver of light in.  I turned, caught a glimpse before the door closed behind me.  There were at least twenty naked women in that room.

On the other side of the door I was able to see my rescuer; a handsome man with crystal blue eyes and a warm smile.

blue eyed guy

When I got my bearings I realized we were in a lounge.  He led me to a table and like a gentleman, pulled my chair out then sat across from me.

“You okay?”  he asked.

“I guess so.  What the hell was that?”

I nervously looked around.  The place was  intimate, lit with candles and decorated with couches as well as tables and chairs.  There were people scattered about.  Some mingled and sipped drinks, a few more cozy couples whispered and giggled, and in the corner one couple was in a full make-out hump session on a couch. Whoa…that’s graphic.  He caught me staring.

“Your first time here?  Didn’t you get a menu?”

“Menu? No.  I, ahh..”

He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket.  It was a layout of the place and each room had a name.

“What room were you trying to find?”

“I’m not sure.”

He stared at me a moment, like he was trying to figure me out.  Wow…I’ve never seen eyes like that before.

“Who are you here with?” he asked. “You signed the waiver when you came in, didn’t you?”

I didn’t know what to say. He realized I was uncomfortable.  “Never mind.  That’s none of my business. How about just telling me your name”.

“Nicole”.  You told him your real name?  You’re a dumb ass! 

“Nicole…I’m Mason and I’ll be your tour guide here at The Chamber”.

“The Chamber?” I asked.

“Okay.  I don’t even want to know why you don’t know where you are.  Let’s just take a look at the menu so you don’t end up somewhere that will scar you for life, like here”. He pointed at a room labeled…

“Plushie Paradise?” I asked, not understanding what I just read.

“It’s where people dress up in animal costumes and hump each other”, he said.  “You don’t seem that depraved.  I’m assuming that’s not what you’re here for”.

Confused, I read the other room names.  “Whip it?”

“That’s pretty self explanatory.  It can be fun although sometimes people get carried away and it really hurts”, he said.

I read another room name, “The Confessional?”

“Yeah.  It’s pretty sick.  People confess to a priest or nun then they, well, have to do their penance.  It’s more popular than you’d think”.

This place is demented.  I needed to know more.  “What’s the Womb Room?” I asked.

“Nicole…you don’t want to know.  The Walking Dead Room is new.  Zombie sex. Zombies are really popular right now”.

I studied the map for an escape.  “Is this Back Door room a way out?”

He laughed.  “Not quite.  It’s, well…you know”.

I didn’t know.  I had no idea what he was talking about or what this fucking place was.  I just wanted to get out of here. Oh wait…back door.  I get it. No, not going there.  Eric tried to sneak in there once and I was in pain for a week.  Never, ever again…ever.  Ouch.

There were a few more rooms on the map. “What’s the Crib”?

“Grownup babies.  Adult diapers, bottle feedings, spanking, Nannies”, he answered.

BINGO!!

“Mostly men go in there, if you can believe it.”  He smiled warmly. “I guess we never really grow up.”

I’m not sure I wanted the answer, but I asked anyway…”Are you into that kind of thing?”  Please say no…you’re too fricken cute.

“No”, he laughed.  “Not into anything like that.  By the way, if you need to use the bathroom, don’t go into the room labeled The Bathroom…it’s a horror show in there.  Use the Ladies Room.”

“Oooh.  Thanks for the warning”.  Well, what now Nicole?   I need to go into the Crib but if I tell him, he’ll think I’m a freak.

“Do you want a drink?”  He asked.   “I know I could use one.”

“Yes.  Me too, thanks.”

“Margarita?” he asked.

“Perfect. I’m going to run to the Ladies Room. I’ll take my map.”

“Don’t get lost”. He shot me a killer smile then headed to the bar.

I didn’t have much time.  The doors on this side weren’t labeled but according to the map, “The Crib” was two doors down from the room we came out of which was…checking the map….The Hoedown?  Huh?  Isn’t that like square dancing?  I’m confused.

I took my chances and slowly cracked open the door.  Nursery type music played softly in the background.  I gathered some nerve and peeked in.

Oh God…I’m going to need a lobotomy after this.

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