Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Horror

The door to the hotel room opens. A costumer, and I entered. "Well this is a nice place." She said. "It also has a basement." I said. "Really! Let me see." She said with excitement. I then walk to the basement door, and give a gentle knock. She walks over to it. I then open it for her. "Ladys first." I said. She gave a chuckle, then entered the torture chamber. Once she had made the first step down the stairs I slammed the door shut, locking it. Not only is the torture chamber sound proof, but the hotel room is too. Her pounding was weak, barely audible. I sat on the king size bed. I had to wait for the guy down there. A moment later I received a text from the guy. "She's drunk." It read. That was code for 'I drugged her'. I then unlocked the door, and he came out, she was slumped on the stairs. We carried her down, and clamped the arm, and leg braces. We then left her there. The man who drugged him is black, and wearing a blue shirt, it was a weird mixture of a sweater, and a coat. I'm a white guy, wearing the red uniform. He would act like another costumer, and I would go back to my front desk job.

I then walked up to the husband, and daughter. "Hello there." I say. "My name is Michael. Would you like to go in the children's room?" Their daughter's eyes lit up. She then turned to her dad. "Daddy, can we?" She happily asked. "Sure." He replied. He seemed bored. I then walked them to a door, and they followed. I opened the door, and walked them to the play room. After they went inside I quietly locked it. I then left the hallway. The hallway was disconnected from the rest of the hotel, with only four other rooms. Every area was sound proof. There was also a staircase leading them to another disconnected hallway, but it's locked on both sides. All these hallways connect, creating a sound proof labyrinth. When it's time to kill them, the door connected to the lobby will be locked, and the play room door will be unlocked. This allows for us to hunt with guns, and knives without any other costumers knowing.

I then waited by the side door. I'm waiting for Joe, a politician running for president. I waited for a few moments, then I see Joe, walking with a friend. "Good morning." I say. "Good morning." The friend replied. I then shock his hand. "Good morning." Joe said, he said it slowly. I then take Joe in, and the friend enters the front door. I then walk him to the hotel room aboved the torture chamber. When we enter Sam is waiting, sitting on the bed. He then noticed us. "Good morning, Joe." Sam said, he then shock Joe's hand. Sam is the manager. Sam, and Joe then walk into the torture chamber, I don't follow them, although I'm not in there, I know it's being recorded. Joe doesn't know it's being recorded, the cameras are hidden.

I'm part of a cult, sam is the leader, and every worker is apart of the cult. Laws exist to stop people from doing things people want to do, so we found away around the law. We've invited every politician on the federal level to this hotel, and some on the state level, very few on the local level too. If any member is threatened with jail time, then we'll use our leverage to get them out. I waited for what felt like centuries for Joe to come out, but it was likely only fifteen minutes. His face, and shirt was covered in blood. He walked to the hotel room's bathroom to wash up. Every scream she screamed was heard by the microphone, every stab was captured on camera. I have to wait for Joe, and Sam to wash up.

After they got the blood of their hands, they changed into different suits. They weren't their normal ones. After we kill the rest of the family they'll get into those. Sam took off his ski-mask, and put it in his pocket. I then guided them out of the hotel room, and as I do this a clean up crew enters the hotel room to dispose of the body. The plan is to put her in a bag, throw her into the trash cart, and bring her into the alley way, then at night they put her, and her family's bodies into their car, and drop each body off on a different road, far from the hotel. I then bring them into the labyrinth, it was a empty hallway, I locked the door behind us, then unlocked the staircase's door. I then leave the group. I keep the labyrinth locked away, and go into the lobby, and lock that hallway door after entering. I then let them out, and locked it up once they exited. We then put on our ear protectors, put the silencer on our guns, and sam, and I put on our ski-masks. We then unlocked the play room.

All three of us entered the play room, a face of horror came on the dad's face. He hugged his daughter tightly. Joe shot the dad in the head. "Hey little bunny, we're gonna play a game." Joe said in a mocking voice. She was terrified, she began to cry. Sam opened the door. "Let's play hide, and seek, I'll be the seeker." Joe said. He then went into the corner, the little girl ran out. "1... 2... 3... 4... 5..." The little girl tried to get into a room, but couldn't reach the door knob. "9... 10" Joe then turned around, and entered the hall, she was cowering in the corner of the hall. I feel bad for her. I don't like it when the politicians kill people, I'm not the one having fun. Joe then shot the little girl. We then went back up the stairs, and into the hotel room. Soon the clean up crew entered the labyrinth. The only proof any of this happened was the cameras, and the bodies that will be left for the police.

Joe washes his hands. He then pats me on the back. "See you for lunch." He said. "And you too." I replied. Sam, and Joe left. Sam was gonna show him off like a trophy. I sit on the bed. A moment later the man who drugged the woman came back, his name is Aaron. He went into the torture chamber, and came out with several chips. I took them, and without speaking a word we both left. I went into the computer room, and put the chips in. It's a nice red computer, we call it the kill switch. It has all the footage of the muders, and all the audio. If the cult stability was ever threatened, we would send all the videos to every news station. We have the email address to CNN, PBS, Fox news, Washington Post, and many more, saved in the computer. The news that every politician on the federal level is a muderer/torturer, will cause a revolution. Killing America, and allowing us to escape during the chaos. Nobody can stop us.

After I had finished importing the only evidence that Joe did this, I handed the chips back to Aaron so they can be used to film another politician torturing someone. After that I went down to the dining room, the cult is having a private lunch with Joe. We had gathered in the dining room, the small circular tables were pushed together to make one big table. After a few moments Joe, and his friend walked in. I pulled Joe's chair out for him. "Thank you." He said. He then sat down, and his friend pulled his own chair out. They both sat in the middle end. The cheif then prepared our meals. They gave Joe his meal first, then Sam, and at last they gave out meals randomly. Politicians only came from time to time, so we only had to act like this time to time. "So do you think I'll win?" Joe asked. "Of course." Sam said. "You're against Trump, of course you'll win." We did this for every politician, for democrats we talked about how bad Trump is, and when a republican came, we talked about how bad Joe is. "Can we take a picture together?" Aaron asked. "Sure." Joe replied. Aaron took out his phone, and they took a picture together. This was part of the plan, not only did we record the murders, we also took pictures together, which would also be sent to the media, and would be used as evidence the two interacted, just incase none of the costumers want to confirm he was at the hotel at the time. He stayed for an hour, we had some laughs, and he left with his friend. After he left, I returned to my front desk job.

"Hi, we would like to stay here for a week." A guy said. "Alright, who people are with you?"i asked. "Just me, my wife, and my daughter." He said. "Name?" I asked. "Henry." He answered. "Well three o seven is open." I said. "Here's the key, and it's on the third floor." "Hey, how are these hotel rooms so cheap?" He asked. "It's our little secret." I playfully said. The secret is we're subsidized by several countries, this allows us to invite more people to be victims. Not only can we cause a second American revolution, but we can severely damage the images of many countries. We have friends in Russia, Japan, Britain, Germany, and Italy. These politicians fund us, and they'll often vist us, and we'll have a few people for them to torture.

After work, around one am, I begin to make my rounds. The cleaning crew had already put the bodies in the cars, and are trying to find places to put them. I'm walking around to find any lone guests. I then see a girl walking around. I walk up to her. "Hi there, are you lost?" I asked her. She couldn't be older then ten. "Yes." She answered. "How old are you?" I asked. "Nine." She replied. "Where are your parents?" I asked. "Asleep." She answered. "Want to see the ball room?" I asked. "Sure." She said. "Ok, one second." I then made a text in a chat group. "Open the ball room, at nine o'clock." It read. This was code. Open means girl, close means boy, the second part says which room to go to, and o'clock, means age. I then walked her to the ball room, and unlocked it for her. She went inside, and I shut the door. Dave, Jeff, and Aaron came over to me, I then let them in, locking the door behind them. They're pedophiles, the ball room is locked up, and is sound proof. Fifteen minutes later I got a text. "The ball room is open. It needs to be cleaned." This ment they're finished molesting her, and they killed her. I then called the clean up crew, and the three washed up. Her dress was ripped in places, and her body was bloody. The cleaning crew put the body in a bag, and cleaned the blood. Nobody will ever know this happened. The ball room will likely be used tomorrow without people knowing it's a muderer sence. The clean up crew aren't going to dispose of it right now. They're gonna stitch her body up, and leave her in the basement for a few. There are alot of necrophiliacs in the cult, Sam is both a necrophiliac, and a pedophilia. They'll play with her body for a day, then cut her up, and throw the chunks in the river.

At three am, we invited several homeless people into the hotel, putting them into the labyrinth. There are atleast thirteen people in the labyrinth. I'm not in the labyrinth, rather I'm in the computer room with many other workers watching it. It was exciting to watch, it's like watching a movie, but it's real, and you can even be in the movie. The homeless people who die won't be dumped, rather they will be put in acid, and the sludge will be poured in the sewers. We only did this to people no one cares about, everyone else to dumped far away from us, so no one gets suspicious. We aren't recording it, we rarely record our crimes, the only time we do is to make the cult look worse, that way if the cult is ever exposed, just hearing all politicians have some connection to the cult could cause a revolution, but hearing that all politicians have taken part in the murders will cause a revolution. If we are ever caught the U.S will be destroyed, the world economy will be greatly injured, many foreign politicians will be kick out of office, and the very idea of government will be distributed. We can destroy globalization, just by being exposed, so it's in the world's best interest to look away.

It was exciting to watch them run, only to be stabbed, or shot. I kinda wish I was one of the killers. I think I'm gonna apply to be one of tomorrows killers. I couldn't really sleep that night, can't really sleep ever, I'm always laying away at night. I live at the hotel, nearly every cult member lived here, only Sam had his own home, but he didn't spend alot of time at home, I've seen his wife, and his son. Sam, and his wife are in their early sixties, his son is thirty. He's the oldest member, the average a is fifty, but I'm only thirty seven. I see the girl infront of me, this often happens after a muder, I don't know of it's guilt, but I don't feel anything. After an hour of being haunted by the spirits of the past I finally fall asleep.

I got to the front desk at twelve am. Many people came in, and out despite how early it was. Time seemed to move slower then a slung. Around seven am two people ran at me in a panic. "Have you seen our daughter! She's nine, she's wearing a pink dress." The mother asked frantically. My mind was at a blank for a second, then I remembered the girl last night. "Sorry ma'am, I have seen your daughter. I'll have some check the security cameras footage." I said. "Let me text management." "A couple are here saying their daughter is missing'." That symbol that I put at the end means, we are the ones who did it, just so they don't think we aren't related to this. "Would you like to sit down?" I asked them. "Yeah." The dad said, he was hyperventilating. They both took a seat, breathing heavily. Sam then came in, although I couldn't hear him, I knew what he's saying. "I'm so, so sorry, their was a glitch, and the footage is gone, our security cameras don't work the best." It was a scripted speech, not like it matters that we deleted the footage, because the police won't investigate, because all police in the state our in our pocket. They both had a face of horror, tears formed in the mother's eyes. The father gave her a hug, Sam the put his arm on her shoulder. It's kinda funny to me that he'll probably be playing with her body after this, I don't know why, in a weird way I find that funny.

At eight am the police came. Their was only one deactivate, and two officers. They talked to the couple, and eventually the deactivate started to talk to Sam. I wasn't with them, but they were probably planning on how to make it look like a kidnapping, or we're gonna hand the body over, and they'll pretend they found it in a field. It's all clock work to me, the only job is to separate the crimes from the hotel, we had already gotten rid of the homeless people, turning them into slug, and pouring them in the sewers, now all we had to do is get rid of her. The only important thing is to make sure their is no creditable evidence to blame the hotel, because anyone who blames the hotel will be branded as a conspiracy theorists. At eight thirty, the family left, whether this was for a moment, a day, or forever, I have no idea. We'll find out how long it'll be when they come back, if they come back.

At nine o'clock, all the kids run to the pizzeria, we have our own pizzeria inside the restaurant, William is putting on a show. I think he's secretly a pedophilia, he always acts at the kid shows, and he'll only murder kids. Then again he's a furry, so maybe he just likes to dance around in those costumes, all the people who act in the show wear animal costumes. He gets some type of sexaul pleasure from petting small animals, but he has sex with big animals, like German Shepherds. All the animals he does this to are strays, and they're kick out after he's done. So if he's willing to coming out with that, I don't see why he would hide being a pedophilia.

That night he threw her body in the river, and the police were waiting to catch it. They're gonna blame it on the River Stabber, a serial killer, William is the River Side stabber, so we can blame all the kidnappings on him, and he'll do interviews talking about how he hid it from us. The idea is all the blame goes on him, and not the hotel, then we fake execute him, then send him to Peru. It would be a private execution, so after we fake it, we get him to Peru. We have a deal with Peru, we are as close to the Peru government, as we are to the US government. Once we flipped the kill switch, causing what would be seen as a worldwide revolution, we flee to Peru, then they will become the dominant power. We rarely filmed the crimes Peru's politicians committed, and when we did, it wasn't saved in the same file. So we send one file to all of the media, and the other we send to our computer in Peru. We have our own village in the mountains, just waiting for this revolution.

That night at three am, we prepare for our game. I'm waiting in the labyrinth, dressed in a costume. It's a bunny costume, it's easy to move in, like silk. It's a white costume, with floppy ears, the fur is nice, it's short, and built on the silk. We have another bunny costume, but it's more like the bunny costume you see at the mall, big, with large puffs of hair, and you imagine it's hard to move in. I have a foot long knife in my hand, the door to my room is locked, when the homeless man gets settled in, I'll leave the room. I'm left handed, so I'm holding the knife with my left hand. I then get the text, I unlocked my door, and walk into the hall. I knock on one door, no response, then I go to another, no response, then the final door on the left side, no response. I knocked on the last door in the hallway, and he opened up. He was taken a back, he was a confused expression on his face. I lunged at him, stabbing him in the gut. Blood came from his mouth. I then got a device called The Cage. It's a metal collar. I put it around his neck, and pressed the button. A part of the metal slashed his throat, getting stuck in his throat. After his had gone half way across the throat, the collar tightened. The blood had a broken flow, each cell barely made it out. He was still alive, even with his throat cut. It strangled him, promising a slow, and painful death. He was slumped in the corner, knife still inside. His arms swung in the air, his face slowly turned blue, a puddle of blood formed around him. I couldn't end his suffering by pressing the button again, but the way he moved amused me. This was a quiet way of killing someone, if you had stuffed them in a suit, then pressed the button before putting the head on, no one would know, they would think he's drunk, and your helping him out. Barely any blood escapes before you press the button again. You just find a place to dump the body, get him out of the suit, and take back the Cage, and it look like he was murdered their. After a minute his swings became a twitch, so I pressed it again, and put the Cage back where it belongs. The puddle of blood became a lake.

After we had finished the game, I went to bed. I couldn't sleep, I saw the homeless man in the middle of the room, slumped, like there was a wall behind him, but there wasn't. He had a massive gash exposing the inside of his throat, it didn't bleed, it seemed like he had no blood. He just sat there, starring at me, it was kinda off putting, but wasn't really creepy. A bunch of other sprites filled the room, but I know their only hallucination, if every person I had directly killed was in here, there would be thirty people here, if everyone I had a role in their death was here, then they would be a line down the hall. Although it's pitch black in my hotel room, the images of the dead are easily visible, it's like I'm looking at them in the daylight. The white walls are now black, but the girl's pink dress is still pink.

After a minute of me laying on the bed, I heard a knock at the door. I opened my door, and saw Jeffrey. "Can we talk?" Jeffrey asked. "Sure." I replied. I then let him in, and locked the door behind us. Jeffrey is part of the cult, Jeffrey isn't his real name, it's a nickname, we call him Jeffrey Dahmer, for two reasons, he's gay, and he's a cannibal, but he's also a necrophiliac, and he gets sexaul pleasure from eating people. We both sat on the bed, something was clearly on his mind. He really looked like Jeffrey Dahmer, but he dyed his hair blone, it was originally redish brown. "Do you have a hard time sleeping?" He asked. "Yeah." I replied. He hesitated for a minute. "Do you see things in your room too?" He asked. "Like what?" I asked. "Like... the people we killed." He answered. I hesitated for a second. "Yes." I said. "You see them too?!" "Yes!" He quickly answered. "What if it's real!" "Relax, their is no such thing as ghosts." I said. We didn't speak for a minute. "Why did you join the cult?" He asked. "I joined for the snuff films." I answered. "Remember how you joined." "Yeah." Jeffrey gave a chuckle. "I tried to drug William, and Sam induced me to the cult." I chuckled. "You are probably the only person in the cult, who joined because he wanted to murder people." "I want to recreate the life of Jeffrey Dahmer, to see if he could get away with his crimes in twenty twenty." He replied. I cleared my throat. "I heard Sam started the cult, and bought the hotel because he wanted to be the new H H Homes." I said. "Wow." Jeffrey replied. We don't see serial killers as evil, nor do we see insanity as a bad thing, we see killing as a game, serial killers are the players, and jail time is the punishment for losing. "He wanted to call this place the castle." I said. "Better name then Hotel California." He joked. "We are literally in New York, and he names it Hotel California." I then chuckled. "Well, I'm gonna try to get some sleep." I said. "Goodnight Mike." He says as he leaves. My name is Michael, but everyone calls me Mike. I fell asleep without trouble.

In the morning the couple were on the news, talking about their dead daughter, we give them back the body, and they gave us a headache. They blamed us for her death, luckily she didn't show any evidence. It would just be a conspiracy theory, and the only evidence used in the debate will be logic, with very few facts. That night when I was making my rounds, I saw a girl, she was probably ten, she waved to me, she was walking with five guys, all in bunny costumes. I knew what this ment, they're gonna rape her, and let her live. Many of the women we rape live, but only if we used a costume, that way even if they get past our pawns, and put their stories on the world stage, the worst theory they could spin is that five serial rapist live at the hotel, they couldn't connect us with the rapes. We would get away with it, while the police search for five people, and they'll no doubtly leave the cult alone. If we killed a victim, we were showing them mercy. Those who survive, live with PTSD, and will be used as fuel for the revolution, and will have to deal with the after math. After America is destroyed, many politicians die, and the global economy is on it's death bed, massive police states will rise. Everyone will be poor, and will live off of the government. Because of the chaos censorship will be normal, history will be rewritten, and our victims names will be the most political names in history, countries that are friends of the cult will erase their faces, and hide the cult, meanwhile enemies of the cult will chant their names, and will use them as reason for war. Once the dust settles, we'll still be allowed to ride on the government, and every country will have one of two goals, to protect us, or to kill us. We'll be unaffected by this, we'll be living in the mountains in Peru, and if Peru becomes a super power, it'll forever be in our debt. The bigger Peru gets from this, the better for us.

During the month conspiracy theorists, and deniers visted us, some had cameras, some had even visited Sam's wife, for once he had to spend alot of time home. Only one notable event happened, and it was two days ago. A guy came up to the front desk. "Is this Hotel California?" He asked. "Yes." I replied. "You know this is Newyork right?" He said. It made me a little angry, then he asked for a room. He couldn't afford it, so I offered him a job. I helped him get into the bunny costume, but then I put The Cage on him. I let him throw up on the floor, making sure nothing got on his suit, after he had stopped splitting out blood, I put the head on. I immediately took him out, and turned off The Cage, and left his body their without the suit. The only reason this is note worthy, is because he just walked into the hotel, with a giant hole in his throat. "I a-m a-l-ivvve." He moaned. "G-h-o-s-ts ar-e reallll. I-'m a g-h-o-s-ts." He then evaporated infront of my eyes. I can't tell if i'm going crazy, or not. I didn't see him for the rest of the day, but at night he was in my room, this time he didn't talk, but the fact he talked earlier made me look at those images with suspicion.

In the morning a young girl walked up to my desk. "Hello, I would like to apply for a job." She said. She looked really young. "How old are you?" I asked. "I'm eighteen." She hesitantly said. She broke eye contact when she said that. "Do you have a resume?" I asked. "No." She said. "I just have to get away from home, so I think working for a hotel would be a good way to do so." "Did you move out?" I asked. "Yes." She said. "And do your parents know you're here?" I asked. "No." She answered. An idea sparked in my mind. "Let me set up an interview, follow me." I said. I then sent her into the labyrinth, in a room, it was the hallway connected to the lobby. I then sent a text to same. "A girl is here for an interview, around eight o'clock." He knew what I ment.  We aren't gonna kill her, we're gonna turn her into our sex doll. So Sam walked up to the desk, and I pointed to the door to the labyrinth, he quickly entered. Within a couple minutes he was walking her further into the hotel. Around ten minutes later I got a text. "Fifteen o'clock." Sam said. "Oh, she's fifteen." I said in my head. This didn't bother me that much. 

I was making my rounds, when I saw him, he was in the bunny costume. "W-hy do y-ou, do th-is." He said. He was getting better at speaking. "Y-ou d-on't even l-ike to ki-ll. Y-ou no lon-ger fe-el th-e ru-sh, ki-lling me in p-ub-lic." I walked past him. "Sam, is ch-ea-ting on his wife, wh-y ar-en't you helping her?" He asked. I stayed silent. "He beats her, why ar-" "I don't care." I mumbled. I heard him breathing heavily with anger, I then tripped. I got back up, and brushed it off. He danced around me, trying his best to hit me, but this time his hands went through me. I walked back to my apartment without saying another word. As I layed in bed, he continued talking. "I was trapped in that suit, I survived the entire ride, and only di-ed when you pressed the button!" He spoke easily, unlike before which were almost moans until he got angry. "Do you know the pain of having your throat cave into itself?!" I slowly drifted off, without paying him much mind.

In the morning a beautiful girl walked up to the desk. "Hello, I would like to rent a room for one." She said. "Sure." I replied. She's blonde, talk, and has a golden tan. She's wearing a black dress, and she's alone. "Let me bring you to your room." I said. I then walked her into the labyrinth, and showed her, her room. "The door to the hallway sometimes locks, but I wouldn't worry about it." I said. "I would spend most of the day out of the hotel so you don't get locked in, in the middle of the day." "T-thanks for the advice." She said. "No problem." I said. I then walked down a hallway. "Morning." The young girl said. "Morning." I said. "Hey, I never got your name." "Oh, it's Kate." She answered. She then walked away. I remember how the cult got me in, they learn your interests, and learn if you like anything that isn't liked by society, then they promise you more of that, then they get you into illegal stuff, and finally you're in the cult. I then knocked on Henry's door. "Yes." He said. I walked in, and shut the door. "Their this new hot girl that moved in, I was wondering if you want to rape her with me." I said. I said this when I was far from the door. Everyone in the cult has a wierd kink, Henry's kink is he has to be raping the girl to enjoy it. "What does she look like?" He asked. "Blonde hair, golden tan, and a great body." I answered. He then paused for a moment. "Oh, gladly." He said. "We'll do it tonight, then we'll kill her." "Her room is in the labyrinth." I said. "I'll have to tell the cult not to use her hallway any time soon." "Good idea." Henry said.We dawned grey hoodies, and black plastic masks. We took turns on her. The ghost tried to stop us, by yelling at me, but I didn't pay him any mind. When it was my turn he grabbed my shoulder, and nearly pulled me out, but after that he was just yelling, unable to help her. We then decided to tie her up, and drown her in the pool. She struggled for a few seconds, but it was over soon, and when we drowned her, we untied her, and throw her in to sink to the bottom.

As soon as the pool was unlocked someone noticed, and police immediately investigated; however people only think that two people drowned her, and they didn't suspect a thing. The only evidence we're behind it is the fact the kidnapping just happened, but that's not enough evidence to convince people. It won't matter that much, tomorrow Samuel is visiting tomorrow. "We'll do it in this room." Sam said. "I'll tell everyone." I said. I then sent a text message. "Tomorrow we party in the gym, before it opens." I then put my phone away, and helped Sam make the arrangements.

At one o'clock I got a text message. "He's here." Sam said. "Let him in." The second bubble said. "Side door." The third bubble said. I then left the front desk, and opened the front door. Samuel is alone, he's in a nice tuxedo. "Morning Sam." I said to Samuel. "Good morning Michael." He replied. I then walked him to the gym. Sam, Katie, Aaron, Henry, and William where sitting in the circle in the middle of the gym, their was two open spots, one for me, and the one next to Katie was for him. We then took our places, sitting crisscross. Sam then passed around the weed. Samuel is on the lower end of our list. This list is the connections politicians have with us. C0, means we know each other, and are friendly to each other, almost every politician, and celebratory who is on C0, have been to the hotel, this includes every celebrities/politicians, even non-american celebrities. C1, means they have done some stuff with us that is fround abound, but isn't a serious crime, sometimes it's not even a crime, such as satanic rituals. C2, means they have done some serious crimes, but they haven't murdered anyone. C3, means they've committed pedophilia, we try to get everyone in power to C3, sometimes we'll frame it so it looks like they have, but they really haven't. C4, means they've murdered someone, these people will likely be the first to be killed in the revolution, if they weren't protected by bodyguards, but they'll die in the revolution.

William is taking a drag of one of the joints. Katie then gave Samuel a kiss, they then began to make out. This ment Katie was now part of the cult. Just like politicians, we have a ranking system to show how deep a cult member is. It's the same as the politician chart; however their is no 0, and it goes from biggest to smallest, not smallest to biggest. Their are two charts, one for how many crimes you've committed, and one for how loyal you are. Their is a point where these two match up, and that person would be seen as the king of the cult; however, no one has gotten their. It's between Henry, and William. Henry has raped hundreds of girls, he doesn't discriminate, if you're fat, tall, short, if you have a family, if he picks you, you're gonna be raped. The only thing that can stop him is if the girl has a dick, but he doesn't give up, instead Jeffrey will rape you. Then you have William, he's a serial killer, possible pedophilia, and furry. They're also the most loyal to Sam, who's isn't on the chart. The two are trying to get to the top of both triangles, and they're both really close. 

Katie put her hand in his pants. That moment I heard a click, it was a camera, Aaron had taken a picture of this. Samuel didn't seem to notice. Aaron then put the camera away. It was a quiet click, and I barely heard it myself. Aaron is in the middle of the loyalty chart, but he's high on the crime chart, just below Jeffrey. Aaron has raped hundreds of children, many are still alive, he's raped both boys, and girls. He's also murdered many of these children, if he wasn't in a costume. Jeffrey was near Henry, but wasn't high enough to be a true threat. He rapes any man he chooses, then kills them, and eats their bodies. Most of his time, and effort goes to making himself look like Jeffrey Dahmer, kinda like cosplay, but he never stops pretending. Samuel took Katie's hand out of his pants, but kept kissing her. It didn't matter that he did this, because we still have proof that it happened.

That night I had a dream. Their was a fire, and speakers. It's in the woods, the fire keeps growing, and the speakers are fuelling it, by aiming down at it. It's dark out, their a full moon. Then theirs a flood, and I can't breath. I try to swim up, but I'm to deep. I then woke up, sitting up. A pillow was on my face, and the bunny was right next to my bed. I put the pillow back, and went to bed. I doubted the idea he had tried to suffocate me. I didn't have any other dreams, and the pillow didn't end up on top of me during the rest of the night.

In the morning Sam called everyone into the ballroom. His wife was their, her name's Mary. She's in a white dress, she has a big red mark on her face, right on the cheek. She has many purple brushes on her neck. Her blonde hair goes to her ears. "I'm pregnant." She said. "And, i'm keeping it." She sounded a little sad when she said she was keeping it. She's has had around twenty abortions, she likes the feeling of pregnancy, so she gets the abortion at eight months. We clapped after she said that. She scratched the red mark, Sam noticed this, and slightly turned to her, he had a face of rage, which quickly evaporated. The red mark seemed recent, the marks on her neck clearly aged, but the one on her face was new. We all know Sam beats his wife, it's not a secret, everyone who has a partner beats their partner. "Alright, get back to work." Sam said. We left the room, Mary tried to leave to, but Sam grabbed her arm. I left the room, acting like I didn't see this. "Shut the door behind you." He said. I did as he told. If she screamed, no one would hear it.

I was working at the front desk, Mary walked up to me, she had a black eye. "Sam had a stroke." She said. This shocked me. I ran into the ballroom, and saw Sam on the floor, still twitching. An ambulance was their in under five minutes, they immediately drove him to the hospital. This is very bad, because their a code to send all the files, and he's the only one who knows it. "Do you know the code?" I asked mary. "No, but Sam is forgets the code alot, so he wrote it down on a piece of paper, somewhere in the house." She answered. "Ok, we'll go looking for it." I said. I then pulled out my phone, and started a group chat with Aaron, William, and Jeffrey. "We got to go to Sam's house." The message read. They walked into the ballroom. "Why?" Aaron asked. "We got to get the code, if he dies the code will die to, but he has it written down." I was speaking fast, because I wanted to explain it as quickly as possible. "Alright, alright." Aaron said. "Let's go." We got into their car, it's a white mini-van. They live in a middle class neighborhood, despite being uppper class. It's a two floored house, with white carpeting, and milky white walls. Their were to doors to the front, a glass one, and a red door, which is white when you're inside. The basement door, and stairs going upstairs were right next to each other. We started in their room, we quickly found it on the nightstand. "Alt, Command, and F. That the code." I said. Everyone, including Mary was in the room. "We'll start the revolution if Sam dies." "Why? We're rich, why should we give that up?" Jeffrey asked. I thought for a moment. "Well, we'll be even richer after the revolution." I said. "Well, what if something goes wrong, and they don't overthrow the government?" Aaron asked. "They'll jump at any chance to kill the politicians they don't like, we're just giving them a valid reason." I answered.  "We got to do this." "No, we don't." William said. "Yes, we do." I said. "Our politicians are getting older, and the new politicians aren't murders, yet." We all paused for a moment. "You're right." Aaron said. Everyone look at each other. "Let's do it." William said. We then left Mary at her home, and went back to the hotel.

I got the phone call while at the front desk, he died, and soon the world will too. It's going to take us a week to ship everything to Peru, including our money. As I slept I couldn't breath. I immediately woke up, but nothing was on me, I felt my neck, and felt The Cage, it was around my neck. It was tightened, so I couldn't just pull it off. I slowly unscrewed the bolt, once I had it out, I put my next to my neck to pull it off, then it shut, and I felt the bolt tightening. "Ouch." I cried. Their was then a weak laugh, it was the homeless man. When it had tightened the bunny walked to my side. The blood left my fingers, they were trapped. The bunny then pressed the button. It nearly cut off my finger, the sides of my neck felt my hands push against it. The cold steel entered my throat, it began to tighten. My hands fought The Cage. I then fell over, I couldn't think, my body didn't work, my hands stopped fighting. I couldn't breath. I threw up some blood, I felt it building up at my wound. My legs kicked, I couldn't control it. I then felt a great amount of strength enter my body, I began pulling the steel, it began to break. I saw all the sprites fade away, all except for the ones who were killed by The Cage. I couldn't rip it apart. I then noticed the bunny was gone. The warm blood filled my neck, but it couldn't escape through my mouth. Everything was going black, but I still had the strength. Then more strength entered, and I ripped it in two. I fell on the bed, the blood leaving me, the sprites left me their to die. I bleed out quickly, and when I died I sat up. I was then pulled into the ground, I was going to Hell.