Chapter 5-1 Book 7

Chapter 5-1

The Wrong Crowd

Part 2

As we cautiously stepped into his office, a sense of unease washed over me, like a cold shiver down my spine. The room was dimly lit, the flickering light casting eerie shadows that danced on the walls, creating an atmosphere of mystery. The air in the room felt heavy and suffocating, as if it held secrets that were desperate to be revealed.

I took a hesitant breath. I couldn't help but notice the faint scent of incense that lingered in the air, intertwining with the musty smell of old books. It was a peculiar combination that tickled my nostrils and added to the enigmatic ambiance. However, there was something far more disturbing that assaulted my senses - the unmistakable odor of a rotting corpse. Its putrid stench hung in the air. Worse than the others I had come across, causing my stomach to churn and my heart to race.

Reluctantly, I extended my trembling hand to greet him, my eyes drawn to the strange tattoo adorning his wrist, knowing without the other clues that this confirmed my and Tony's suspicions that he was indeed an occult member. It was unlike any tattoo I had ever seen before. The intricate design of a star caught my attention, its points adorned with regal crowns. The details were so finely etched that they seemed to come alive, almost as if they whispered ancient secrets.

But it was his skull ring that truly captured my gaze. The rubies embedded in its sockets glowed with a malevolent intensity, flickering like fiery embers. A golden serpent tail coiled around his finger, adding an eerie touch to his already unsettling appearance. My instincts screamed at me to flee, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from this mysterious man.

Just as I was on the verge of succumbing to my fear, his touch jolted me back to reality. It was a touch that sent chills down my spine, cold and commanding. At that moment, I knew without a doubt that he held a prominent position within the Satanic Church. The extent of his authority remained unknown to me, and I had no desire to uncover the truth.

A faint smile crept across his face, revealing a hint of amusement as he caught me examining his ring. The air grew thicker with tension, the silence pregnant with unspoken words. His voice, calm yet authoritative, pierced through the stillness as he identified me as a lower-class member. His words carried a weight that made my heart sink, knowing that this encounter was far from ordinary.

With a subtle gesture, he guided me to a seat in front of his desk. The polished wood felt cool and smooth against my fingertips as I reluctantly took a seat. The creaking of the leather chair echoed through the room, punctuating the seriousness of the situation. His eyes locked onto mine as he turned to my bodyguard, Tony, speaking in a firm yet composed tone. His words sent a shiver down my spine as he instructed Tony to leave the room, leaving us alone for what promised to be a private and unsettling session.

Tony said. "Sorry, but I must―" Dr. Hays slammed the door in his face and locked it. Tony pounded on the door and wiggled the doorknob. Dr. Hays didn't apologize, but instead ignored the pounding on the door.

Until Tony made his way in moments later, Mr. Walens opened the door with his key and said. "Dr. Hays, what is the meaning of this?"

Dr. Hay's steeples his fingers together and said. "I do not know what you mean. I informed his bodyguard that this was a private session, Where this young man bares his soul to me and the group without outside interference."

Mr. Walens leaned in on the desk and growled. "You have been told by me personally that Shawn Rothwell's bodyguard has signed a confidential agreement that states he is under orders to keep his mouth shut regarding your so-called bearing of souls with you and your little group. Now either do what I have asked or get the hell out of my school."

Dr. Hays stood up and leaned into Mr. Walens. "Your school? I think not, not any longer. You should know that I have asked the school board and the student's parents to remove you from this school as Headmaster, and they have decided that it would be in our best interests to do so. More so after what has taken place out in the courtyard today and the advents regarding finding some of our children and our staff missing without a trace or reason as to why you have dismissed them. And have detained some of our finest students, not to mention the ones we have found dead inside their rooms during their stay here. I'm surprised your actions haven't gotten you terminated long ago, so you're the one leaving, not me, Mr. Walens! So, get the hell out of my office! And get the hell out of my school! I am now taking over as Headmaster!"

I was taken by surprise when Tony suddenly disappeared as I turned around. At that moment, Doctor Hays fell to the floor with Tony standing over him. Tony smirked and addressed the doctor, saying, "Somehow, Doctor Hays, or whatever you call yourself these days, that just won't be possible." He playfully leaned in and cupped his left hand to his ear before continuing, "What was that? You want to join your people? I think I can arrange that." Tony then proceeded to bind the doctor's hands and feet with a phone cord, using his tie as a makeshift gag. Instructing Mr. Walens to keep an eye on the doctor, Tony paused when he noticed me and flashed a smile. He asked if I wouldn't mind lending him my wheelchair. Naturally, I couldn't refuse. I rose from my seat and settled onto the couch as Mr. Walens and Tony lifted the doctor. Tony remarked, "Yep, smells like a rotting corpse."

Mr. Walens agreed, then asked Tony what he should do regarding the news the good Doctor had told him. Tony said. "Kind of hard to take over a school without a replacement, considering the good Doctor has just been caught red-handed trying to rape a student in his office. And was about to kill him." Reaching in his drawer pulling out a ceremonial knife which stated he was indeed an occult member and higher up on the totem pole.

I smiled as Tony directed me to come over to the desk and dumped the good doctor onto the floor with his hands and feet unbound. Stuffing the cord into his pocket, and placed the doctor's hands on my ankles, still knocked out cold, but was coming around. I quickly dropped my pants and my boxers and discarded my shirt onto the floor as I bent over the desk. Tony quickly bounds my hands with the doctor's tie and loosened the good doctor's pants and pulled them down, just enough to indicate he was in the process of raping me.

Making it look like Tony and Mr. Walens came in and stopped it, being the first ones on the scene, hearing my yells for help. People heard me in the hallway, and the students gathering for group therapy started to enter the room. I noticed the person at the desk was also missing, which concerned me because I didn't get a chance to really look at her or shake her hand, which stated she was in on what Doctor Hays was in, too.

I would have asked Jeff to follow her, but I had decided to send Jeff to make sure my adoptive family was going to be alright. Considering he could communicate with Jake's mother Dotty and Jared if he had to. It wouldn't be the same connection I had with him, but it was better than nothing. I figured I would be fine having Tony and his team watching my back.

Doctor Hayes's eyes flew open with a start, his gaze locking onto me. The room fell silent, the air was heavy with tension as everyone's attention shifted towards him. The sight before him was alarming - his disheveled appearance, his pants undone, and his hands touching me, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed. The atmosphere grew suffocating, as if the room itself held its breath, anticipating the unfolding scene. At that moment, it was impossible to ignore what was taking place.

He gasped, and he quickly jerked up, removing his hands from my practically naked body. He yelled. "They are trying to frame me. Can't you see that? I have been working here for over twenty years, and I was going―" Tony gagged him with his own tie, letting security quickly take him away in handcuffs as Tony pulled up my pants and I quickly put back on my shirt. Mr. Walens instructed them to take him down and place him in solitary confinement until the police arrived. He addressed the slowly arriving students, his voice echoing slightly in the mostly empty office, to inform them that group therapy had been canceled until further notice.

Mr. Walens said. "Not the ideal situation, but what choice did we have?"

Tony said. "My question is who he really is, I don't think he's the High Bishop because he wouldn't be that stupid to leave a single trace of him being linked to the Satanic cult here in the school but that doesn't mean he doesn't know. And perhaps we will know tonight, after finding that staircase and tunnel leading out of here."

Mr. Walens quickly asked. "What staircase? What tunnel?"

Tony said. "The one we found in the abandoned storeroom. I am sure we told you about it?" He shook his head and looked at me as we walked back to the Headmaster's office. He took a seat and waited for us to explain. Tony closed the door and rolled out the map of the building and indicated with his finger where the first hidden room was discovered, taking a pencil and drawing a line from it to the wall. As he explained the hidden staircase and how we found it, he, however, didn't put the blame on me, but himself, and he gave me the credit for opening it.

I said. "It was a joint effort. That we were now waiting to see where it leads on the other side of the wall."

I cringed, looking at my watch that the day had come and gone, and according to my watch, my family should be just getting ready to enter the lion's den. It was too late for me to do anything but to go back to my room. With only two hours before, I would walk into my very own lion's den. Tony and I went over our plans. I wasn't going to participate, just held them off as long as I could, until someone with authority joined us, promising me they would be right behind me watching me.

That wasn't the part I was worried about, and Tony knew it, but neither of us wanted to mention it, but it became clear I was going to have to approach the subject, so I said. "And what happens if they are forcing me to participate?"

Tony shrugged his shoulders. "You do what you must to keep yourself alive. This isn't a test; this is real life. You will die without question. There will be no second chances. Shawn and your little brothers are right. The first time is the worst, but once you have been raped in that manner you won't feel the pain nearly as much. And the more you do it the less pain you'll feel and instead of pain, there will be something that some people call pleasure.

"I, for one, never felt that, but instead, it just felt like I had been numbed inside, but it is different for each person. The ones that say it is more enjoyable than having sex with a girl or woman in that way, I do not know what they are talking about. I have watched girls having sex with each other using a fake penis acting as a man or boy, telling me that it is quite enjoyable once they get a custom to it, but for me, it left me cold and empty. It made me sick thinking that this should never be done with boys like us.

"We were not meant to have sex with each other, not in this way. Stimulating is not the same as having sex; we don't place our penises inside each other. We stimulate ourselves or each other because we are guys and guys do guy things, and girls do girl things like doing each other orally. Because it shows that we share ourselves with each other, and doesn't harm us in any way. Unless we don't keep our bodies clean by not polluting them with alcohol and drugs.

"God intended us to have sex with women so we can show them how much we love them and sometimes to procreate so we can have a family of our own. Without sex, we wouldn't exist. Boys cannot get pregnant; therefore, we should not have sex with them in the same way as we do with girls. There is no need to find pleasure in that way. Nor should we be used in that way, just because we like them have a butt."

He continued, saying. "I am not saying that you should do it. I am saying only if you have no choice, no one will judge you, not your parents, not me and my team. We do what we must at all costs, which is to stay alive, knowing that we are doing it for the greater good as we take them down, and we have the proof to send their asses to prison. Shawn was a victim long before he became the abuser. Your adoptive Dad was a victim and so were his brothers. He only remained the victim and never the abuser. Like his father was. So, there is no reason to say that just because it happened to you doesn't mean you automatically become an abuser. You always have a choice; to remain the victim or become the abuser.

"Yet I would do it if it meant my life, and the person's life that I was forced to rape. Like I said some pain can kill, like a blade to your neck with a flick of the wrist as you die choking on your own blood, or someone stabs you in your heart, or kidneys, or any place that could lead to death. Pain like cutting your finger or the pain you went through that Gloria inflicted upon is just pain. It didn't kill you; use that pain to make you stronger. There is nothing wrong with being the victim; it's becoming the abuser that traps your soul and your mind knowing that.

"I'll prepare you the best I can, so you don't feel the pain if you want me to. I have three ways to accomplish this. One: the quick and dirty method which none of us would enjoy, two: a shot in the butt to numb you, so you don't feel it happening. Three: a little laxative that has been coated with medicine, so you feel nothing and relaxes you and also lubricates your insides, and lasts a lot longer than just a shot, or the shot and the laxative, and the option of all three.

"Personally, I prefer it not to happen at all, but if it was me, I would choose option three the shot and the laxative, because the first one would be only needed if you didn't have the other two, and like I said I rather not do that to you or any of my team members or anyone if I didn't have too.

"Every member of my team has been a victim of some kind: alcohol, drugs, or being raped. I have chosen them because of that because it allows them to identify with the victim. Knowing what they have gone through and what they will go through and help them not become the abuser. In a perverted way, Gloria did you a favor; we may not like it, but it is the truth.

"True, if she didn't do that to you, and Shawn and Arthur aren't who they have become. You would have never experienced it and that would be something we could have all hoped for. Because most kids your age never go through what you and your brothers went through, or what your best friend Dillon and Jake's brother Billy and others like him. It's still a small percentage, but that percentage is growing and with the occult, we are hunting down, and they are helping that percentage. Every child they have raped, whether it is a boy or girl makes no difference.

"I think it would be far worse for the girl because they do not practice or believe in safe sex. They impregnate young girls the moment they have reached maturity roughly the age of fourteen. Then force themselves upon them and impregnate them over and over until they can't have children anymore, then sacrifice them. They use them as baby incubators so as they become with children.

"They wait until they have given birth to that child and sacrificed that child. Unless it is a girl, then sometimes depending on the need for hosts, they raise them as slaves until they have reached maturity and repeat the process. Can you imagine the pain those girls go through knowing every child they have given birth to is only born to either take their place or to be sacrificed? You heard from the people we captured that they haven't killed any of the students unless they had no choice but to do it or risk being caught.

"Instead, they used the girls here as hosts and impregnated them and sacrificed their children as they have given birth to. Knowing it is quite common for a troubled teenage girl. To be caught with a boy here or where they have kidnapped them off the streets and gotten them pregnant. According to the pregnant girl's file, someone declared her child dead, or she miscarried, or someone put the child up for adoption. No one ever asked why or investigated, claiming it was so common that people stopped asking questions.

"But if they ask you to have sex without a condom, do it. Knowing that we are there to make sure that the girl doesn't get pregnant, by having one of our team members give her something to make sure that it never happens and won't hurt the girl in the process. We don't want her to have children just so they can sacrifice them or use that child to get Shawn or your adoptive parents or you. We much rather return the girl to their family, who are worried. Here at this school, we will protect them from harm, even if it means moving them and their families.

I know more so, after last night, how deeply the occult is entrenched in this school and similar schools. They placed people in those schools to ensure their occult practices remain hidden until their ultimate goal is achieved, a point where the world won't question how or why it happened. By then it will be too late. By using students like you and Shawn to see to it that they have children to rape, children raise for drug mules, children to sacrifice without raising suspicion; a child to commit crimes like murder, like their grandfather, because he was too feeble and old to be useful. Children to use their parents to do what they ask or watch them die right in front of them or force them to kill them to save their other children and their families. Seldom are the ones benefiting from the act they are participating in. 

"The Satanic Church is built for people that like committing crimes, like the power it gives them over others. It's not a church for families and friends with kind hearts and seeking love from one another. It is a church for individuals who are willing to do anything to become rich and powerful. Not to seek spiritual enlightenment. For if it was, they wouldn't need drugs to do it. They wouldn't need people throwing money at their feet so they can become wealthy and greedy, so they can lord over others because of it. This brings me to our next problem, never do drugs with them, but if you must, always bring your own.

"You cannot trust them not to harm you or even kill you. You must keep your wits about you at all times. It's easier to fake being stoned out of your mind if they are too stoned to notice that you are not. And the same goes for alcohol. Use the excuse that you can't because of sports and that I test you three times a day, every time you pee, and test your blood every night and again in the morning. But if you have no choice always bring your own and never share it, because the moment you do, they will find out because the drugs that you brought with you are fake, nothing more than flour and laced with sugar.

"In any case, don't allow a needle near your arm. They know after today you can protect yourself if you must. And we will be close by to make sure you won't need to. Again, state your reason why you can't, but if they force you to do so, use your own. Let them go first so they can get high, so high that it will only seem that you too are stoned. Now let's begin preparation, so when you leave this room without me at your side you can be prepared for anything." "Number two, or three, or both?" he inquired, his eyes piercing.

I gave a curt nod, feeling the heavy silence that followed with anticipation. I knew what was coming; Jeff had told me earlier. I didn't like it, not at all. The thought of being dead, along with my family and friends, simply because I refused to be violated in this manner, was unthinkable. However, I couldn't help but wonder if Death would be such a terrible fate. I had pondered this question many times before, especially when my parents had subjected me to brutal beatings that nearly took my life. Despite the uncertainty, one thing remained clear—I refused to be a coward. So, I gathered my courage, put on my big boy pants, and made the final decision.