Chapter 5-2 Book 7

Chapter 5-2

The Wrong Crowd

Part 3

I had chosen option three, not trusting if I would feel anything, remembering how painful it was when Gloria raped me repeatedly as I prayed that I wasn't going to be forced to participate, other than watch. Even the possibility of doing drugs or alcohol didn't turn me on as I practiced snorting flour and sugar substances and spitting the alcohol into a bottle using water or mouthwash.

Jeff still hadn't returned, and it was starting to bother me. I had a feeling that if anything went wrong (which, considering my luck, was highly likely), it would be more bad luck than good. Jeff never really gave me any concrete information, just kept saying that the decision had to be mine and not his "free will" and all that stuff. Tony's team, who actually listened to him and could provide assistance. From what I gathered, Tony had a group of thirty members, although he usually used fewer for undercover missions. They were all highly trained, like Navy SEALs, and would do whatever it took to get themselves out of trouble until help arrived. He gave me plenty of time to back out, but I didn't; even though my brain was screaming to do so. Yet all I could think about was those students being forced into this, and all those babies being sacrificed.

So I put on my big boy pants and waited until it was ten minutes after seven and cringed as I poked myself in the ass with the numbing agent, even though I couldn't feel my insides as the numbing agent and lubricant Tony had given me was doing a very good job, hoping I wouldn't need it, more like praying it wasn't going to be needed.

I didn't even want to contemplate the idea of me doing something like having sex with them, or worse some small boy like my brother Jared, or even worse, Jason and Jonathan. A girl I could handle because I really liked having sex with girls my age, then my mind froze thinking what would happen if it wasn't a girl my age but the same age as Jared. I prayed, "Oh please don't let that happen, Tony please make sure that never happens."

Yet the picture I had in my mind was my sister Becky, being forced in a way by my mother, hoping to nip the problem in the bud regarding her fascination with seeing boys naked. I cringed, remembering how I had witnessed her first time. In some ways, it was a special moment because after that Becky and I stopped fighting and found some middle ground whereas Susan and I still haven't. In some ways, my mother had turned Becky into a sex addict just like her, saying clearly, if it has a penis, they had to have it. I gagged at the thought as I took my somewhat lonely stroll down the hall, letting Tony and his team members follow me into the shadows.

Normally, a staff member would ask about me being in the halls after hours without a pass. Instead, they just gave me a nod and kept going. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to wear, because they had told me I could borrow a ceremonial robe, so I had decided it would be best to be dressed in a pair of PJs, house slippers, and a bathrobe. Not to do so at this hour on a school night. Even though it was still a bit early, it would say I was up to something and that was kind of the attention I didn't need.

I already was without my bodyguard and that alone should have caused unwanted attention, but Tony had left me alone most of the day since lunch and after I had been severely punished for starting a food fight. I had to show that I was beaten, but not completely or contrite. Not even Shawn could be bad all the time, or he would be housed in solitary confinement until he was old and gray.

One of the boys was waiting for me, whispering for me to follow him to his friend's room. He introduced me to his roommate, who apparently was joining us. This didn't surprise me because he was on the list of bad boys and the list of those who found occult stuff in their room, including robes for both of them.

They quickly came up to me and pushed me along, asking if I had any trouble taking care of my babysitter. Naturally, I lied and assured them that everything had gone smoothly, even giving them a high five. However, I couldn't help but notice that both of them were wearing their black ceremonial robes under a bathrobe. They had hiked them up past their knees, making it look like they were simply wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of boxers.

Soon enough, we reached the second floor using the elevator and my stolen passkey. It was at this point that one of the staff members approached us and asked where we were going. One of the boys showed him his pass, showing that we were meeting together with some friends for a late-night study session for the upcoming test. Which was quite common and didn't seem out of place. After all, it was lights out by 11:30 when we really had to be in our rooms. The staff member sent us on our way, indicating that it was normal. Not to give away the real reason why we're out and about, considering it was only 7:30 when most students were in their rooms doing homework or having a study session with a group of friends. It was quite common, seeing that I wasn't the only one dressed in my PJs. I noticed from the corner of my eye my watchful guard following us.

Reaching the end of the hall, we arrived at my friend's room, which was Eli's room and his roommate, giving a quick knock before the door swung open. The boys ushered me inside after closing the door behind us. I noticed quickly the hidden cameras inside the room sticking out just enough under the wad of gum, so it looked like they had placed it on the ceiling. If you weren't looking for it, you wouldn't have seen it. Unlike mine and Tony's rooms, theirs were smaller in comparison. Two single beds and two desks side by side and a small wardrobe for two with three drawers' underneath; it didn't have a bathroom like ours nor did it really have any room for a wheelchair to move around a lot.

The boys quickly told me to stand, as they folded up my wheelchair to give everyone enough room as they fitted a robe to me. Helping me quickly undress. I wasn't a shy boy anymore, so being naked in front of a group of boys was not a big deal. I knew if I said anything about it, it would be a question if I was really a member of their club. There was no touchy-feely stuff, no kissing or holding each other in our arms. The only thing they did was touch me and fondle me improperly, telling me they couldn't wait until I met the rest of our group.

I said. "I thought it was just us tonight." The boys laughed as they helped me into my robe after they had each had a turn feeling me out measuring my penis in their hands letting them know it didn't bother me, but it did, and again I couldn't do anything about it. Tony had said that we needed to find the person or persons in charge, not the students unless they admit they had sacrificed anyone. It didn't matter if it was a child born to be sacrificed, or another student or an adult. We needed to know for certain what their crimes were.

I inquired about bringing my wheelchair as they deliberated on the matter. Hoping in some way we weren't leaving the school, I asked, "How far are we going?" The boy in charge, whom I gathered was Eli, had red hair, green eyes, a fair complexion, and stood at the same height as me, 5 feet 7 inches. This put me about even with my mother. However, I knew that would change with my next growth spurt, which would bring me to 5 feet 9 inches.

Despite that, I was already taller than my father Jim, my grandmother, as well as Susan and Becky. It was strange how they were smaller in size, barely reaching the same height as my father Jim, around five feet, if that. That being said, Aaron, too, would be as tall as me when he reached the age of sixteen or so.

As soon as I shook his hand, I immediately sensed something different about him. It made me do a double take, as I noticed the markings on his wrists that resembled mine and those of the other boys in the room. However, the feeling I had wasn't the usual cold and dark sensation. It was something else entirely, and it seemed out of place compared to his friends. In fact, there were certain distinct differences between him and the others, including the absence of the foul smell that I had associated with a rotting corpse. Eli didn't have that smell, or at least I couldn't detect it. His three other friends, on the other hand, did have a faint scent, although not as strong as the other members I had met before, like Doctor Hayes. Well, except for one, possibly two of them in this small room. However, their scent still didn't come close to the level of Doctor Hayes, at least not yet.

Unfortunately, I couldn't ask Jeff because he was busy keeping my family safe in Heber. Eli said, answering my question. "We are going over the wall tonight. The High Bishop has left word that the school isn't safe, and that it is possible that the Headmaster Mr. Walens has hired someone to investigate the recent disappearance of several students. And teachers; plus, he has gotten word that you are here, that they have been looking for you since you have disappeared off their radar.

"They have discovered that your parents are in the process of moving to Saint George Utah, but you weren't with them, nor was the other boy they are looking for named Arthur. They have given your parents until Friday to produce you or your whereabouts; they were delighted that you were here instead, and wouldn't need to pay your parents anything. Instead, they will handle your parents as they see fit; you will remain here to complete your education, safely within the church's protection, and they have hired a new Headmaster to supervise. Who will arrive in the morning around ten and have paid your tuition to keep you here?"

I said. "In Mormo's name, be praised," they repeated the phrase. Adding one more thing to my list to worry about; I said, telling them I wouldn't need the wheelchair if we weren't going far because I was still healing from a broken leg and the poison my parents tried to give me to end my life. They said they figured as much that they didn't believe that a member of their congregation would poison one of their choosing. I quickly said. "Because of the poison it has left me in this weakened state, I have been told it won't last long thanks to Crawford our most holy prophet.

Asking me how I had broken my leg and my fingers as well as sprained my arm. I quickly said. "A foster kid named Eric Shepherd did it and has ruined any chances of bringing him to justice; thinking that if my so-called parents sent me here, I couldn't touch him. One of our Apostle known as Crawford of the most high has assured me of my revenge. In Mormo's name, I praise he makes it so." Causing them to repeat the phrase.

They nodded, and Eli said. "Well, we will go as far as we can, then if you have to will carry you. I have been told a car will be waiting to take us to a safe house so we may be with our own kind without having to fear for our safety and they have planned something special to celebrate your return to us. We have been told they have discovered the abandoned storage room where we normally meet, but not the hidden passageway that leads us out of here. Right now, Rhoda, the girl you have met is disabling the cameras and her friend will tell us once the coast is clear and will signal us once we are in sight."

I nodded as I got back into my wheelchair, quickly wrapping my bathrobe around me to conceal the borrowed robe. The others did the same. One of the boys made sure the coast was clear while the rest placed dummies on the beds, complete with wigs and paper mâché heads as pillows. They had also hidden small bags of white powder and rolled-up stems of weed in their robes. They didn't ask if I could keep a secret; instead, they asked if I needed any. I pulled out my own stash and replied, "No, I'm good. But I'd rather not use it until my babysitter is gone and the Headmaster is replaced by one of our own. They searched me three times a day, including my room, and even conducted drug tests. I don't want to take any chances." They nodded in understanding.

Eli spoke up, "We'll keep it here until then. I don't want you to get caught and face punishment, which could lead to a full search with dogs, like last time. Normally, we hide our stash in the abandoned storage room or one of the other rooms, but somehow, they found them. Once we capture your bodyguard after the new Headmaster arrives, we'll find out who told them about those hidden rooms. They weren't on any map, except for the storage room, but we had concealed that as well. Yet someone still managed to discover it." We quickly made our way to the hidden storage room and Rhoda was waiting, leaning against the wall, asking what was taking so long. Eli said. "We needed to make sure the coast was clear, to avoid what happened last night.

I observed the hidden door opening while another girl spoke, saying, "The coast is clear. I would accompany you, but I don't dare. So, I'll stay here. They're cracking down on us because some of them are pregnant." She glanced in my direction, extended her hand, and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Jackie. We met earlier, but I wasn't sure if you would remember me. You seemed more focused on my best friend Rhoda and her brother Eli then, understandably, because they are more attractive than I am. Just plain Jane compared to them. I've heard a lot about you, Shawn."

I nodded and shook her hand, feeling nothing unusual. Just like Eli and Rhoda, nothing was showing their association with the Satanic Church except for the markings on their wrists. Since I was playing the role of Shawn, I couldn't correct her about how truly beautiful she was. It bothered me that Shawn wasn't interested in girls, but rather boys, and not just any boy, but the younger they were, the more attracted he was to them. However, it wasn't for the pleasure of their company. On the contrary, it was to hear them scream as he repeatedly assaulted them. Eli nodded said. "Matters not. The new Headmaster will set things right when he arrives tomorrow."

Rhoda gently grasped my hand, and at that moment, a surge of warmth enveloped me like rays of sunlight breaking through a cloudy sky. The touch felt ethereal as if I had reached out and brushed against a piece of heaven itself. It was a sensation unlike any other as if her hand had found its rightful place in mine, seamlessly fitting together. The air was filled with a subtle scent of flowers, their delicate fragrance mingling with the anticipation buzzing in my ears. I couldn't help but wonder why this connection was so profound, unlike the countless times I had held other girls' hands. It echoed the same deep resonance I experienced when I greeted Eli and Jackie, a connection that surpassed mere friendship and transcended into something more profound, like an unspoken bond that linked us on a higher plane.

My mind was spinning as I tried to figure out why I wasn't getting the same vibes as I did with the other boys. In fact, it was like being bitten by a snake when I shook the hands of Eli's friends. It took a lot of willpower not to jerk my hand back and wipe it clean from their touch. I needed Jeff to explain this feeling, but he wasn't with me.

Rhoda mentioned, "In that case, we will both come. Perhaps, if the High Bishop allows it, I can bear a daughter this time to help our ranks. It's worth considering, especially since the High Priestess has been called away due to someone killing off her members. She is looking for a replacement here. She asked me to be considered because our Lord Lucifer favors me, and I have proven my worthiness through testing. I had received news that a car would be waiting to take us where we could enjoy the fruits of our youth. Our savior and God, along with his Holy Daughter Mormo have promised it to us. May they bless us all this night with their presence as we seek spiritual enlightenment," everyone repeated the phrase.

Once inside, I noticed as they did and Eli frowned, seeing that everything that had been here was taken out, either burned or thrown away. The only thing that remained was the stone altar because it couldn't be moved unless they destroyed it. Eli said. "It will be as it once was my dear little flock. I promise you that it will be, and those who did this to us will face punishment. And we will thrive like we never have before. Be free from under the yoke of Mr. Fucking Walens. May Mormo make it so?"

Again, everyone repeated the phrase as Eli punched in the correct sequence. The boys reached into their pockets and pulled out flashlights, and I was told to leave the wheelchair there. I didn't argue as I made my way down and followed them. Every once in a while I thought I could hear someone moving behind me, but when the boys showed the light, once we had come. There was nothing there but shadows.

I quietly asked. "What are we going to do once we reach our destination?"

Having one of the boys rub my butt whispered in my ear. "As promised, I am going to bend you over, and show you such pleasure you haven't had in a while because of your parents. And that infuriating babysitter. Making it impossible for you to enjoy yourself like we have been taught since the day we were born."

I cringed inside, but I covered it by saying. "That sounds fun, providing I too can participate. I haven't had a good piece of ass since that foster kid Eric ruined it and to think I was hoping to have him many times before he too was sent away like all the rest. Knowing how my parents liked it when I made friends quickly with the other foster kids that liked a good piece of ass. But not him … he was too good for that. Instead, he turned them against me and my brothers. I ended up in Juivey because of him and when I came back, he had taken my place. Telling them a sob story about how I and my friends tried to rape him and my brothers. When all we were doing was bringing him into the fold just like my brothers. Now they too have spurned me because of him."

Eli said. "Not for long, no, not for long. I understand that because of that our most holy prophet has promised that they will be sacrificed in your name."

I said. "May Mormo make it so?" Listening to them repeat the phrase. In truth, I wanted to kill Shawn, and sadly I wanted to do the same to Eli, but that feeling of him holding my hand in his, bothered me because I couldn't do that for some odd reason I was told to save these three, people and I didn't know why or why they would be so important to in my life. Plus, that I wasn't staying here, to develop any type of relationship with anyone here. Oh, how I hated being Shawn.