The door, the sole and lonely door that existed in this hall of sin, stood just a few inches behind me. All I have to do is turn around and walk through it—never look back, never return.

It was so simple.

But why the fuck can’t I even do that? Why was I so weak that I can’t even leave? Why can’t I leave? Why didn’t I leave?

Why?

WHY!?

I was so confused. So, so confused.

What happened? Why did it suddenly turn out this way? How did my life lead to this moment?

It all happened so suddenly. Everyone moaned, groaned, purred, worshipped, and succumbed. Only one man here holds power among all of us. And that man’s reddened eyes are boring into me.

It does not at all help to know that this man is my boss.

The people around Sir Mark continued to crawl towards him, repeating the same three words.

Praise, obey, surrender.

Praise, obey, surrender.

Praise, obey, surrender.

At some point, it becomes less uncomfortable to hear and becomes more of a buzzing annoyance, a layer of nuisance added to this gut-wrenching situation.

The first person to approach Sir Mark’s side is a woman. She immediately starts licking and massaging Sir Mark’s outstretched fingers, lapping on them like it was the best thing she has ever inserted in her mouth. An older gentleman imitated the one that preceded him, doing the same thing to Sir Mark’s other fingertips. However, this wrinkled man did so with much care. I would even dare say that the intense movement of his tongue has a serene quality into it with a pinch of grace. They both covered Sir Mark’s fingers with a layer of thick, goo-like spit, a sense of reverence seeping through their reddened faces. Soon enough, their tongues desire more than just Sir Mark’s fingers. They nibbled his wrist, buried their faces on his pulse, and caressed their faces on his palms.

But even that was not enough for Sir Mark’s hungry little gremlin followers anymore. They wanted more. They want something far more intense. A thrill from a higher form of debauchery that could satisfy their undying cravings. Soon, they started biting his arms up to his elbows. My stomach churns just imagining how they forcefully shoved Sir Mark’s elbow inside of their mouths, making their cheeks puff out so much that their skin started to show red and violet-colored thin veins.

After a while, the barking demons lurking deep within these two people’s souls have begun to command them to go even higher! Eat something far beyond! Consume a more decadent treat that would otherwise be a source of disgust to the general public. The woman on Sir Mark’s side began to lick and bite Sir Mark’s dark-brown armpits while the older man started licking Sir Mark’s greasy and sweaty face. Before I knew it, other people had already begun to be a part of their shameless feast of flesh and cum.

Another man started licking Sir Mark’s feet, bathing the spaces between each of Sir Mark’s toes as he rolled his thumb on Sir Mark’s soles. A few of the naked people in the room stood up and buried their faces in Sir Mark’s other armpits, savoring his raunchy aroma as they let Sir Mark’s body hair pierce through their nostrils. Two people then wiped their cheeks on Sir Mark’s thighs with a purr while still touching themselves. They all looked like they’re having the best moments of their lives. It almost looked statuesque, almost unreal, very fantastique in every malignant sense of the way.

Throughout this entire time, Sir Mark’s legs are open ever so widely, showing his still soft member in full view while looking at me. He’s reaching out to me with desperate expression as sweat trickles all over his body. His pleading eyes invite me to approach him as he squirms and wriggles. The people surrounding him devour his body whole. His pleading eyes glisten underneath the orange hue radiating from the bare light bulb dangling above him. Wordlessly, he begged me to be with him, be with them. His trembling body commanded me through some sort of instinctive domination. The juddering of his eyes pleaded with me to worship his body the same way everyone else was. Meanwhile, the people around Sir Mark slithered their hands through his body hair as if they’re caressing an otherworldly and god-like being.

It enthralls me. Their disgusting but riveting bacchanalia almost convinced my senses to come to them. Come to him. It almost made me wish to be his pet, his property. Somehow, for god knows what reason, I was convinced. The combination of submission and domination in the cornucopia of desire around the cemented and carapace-shaped groto made me want to be a part of their overindulgent bout.

I was about to take my first step towards Sir Mark. At this point, that same invisible and omnipotent hand that had been gripping me earlier had released my body and gave me that needed push to be a part of this banquet. But I still hesitated. I just can’t seem to allow myself to take part in a feast wherein the meal is my boss.

That was when I realized that there’s still one other person who hasn’t taken part in this debauchery yet. I saw the thin and pale figure of my older cousin Ivan creep towards the open space between Sir Mark’s legs. When Ivan arrived in the area below Sir Mark’s dangling cock, Ivan leaned his back on the cemented groto as he tilted his head backward. He then slowly stuck his tongue out, licking Sir Mark’s dangling gonads. My cousin looked like an impoverished man on the brink of death, and the only source of nutrients he has left is this languid pair of testicles hanging a few inches above his feverish face. After a few seconds, Ivan began to devour the ever-living shit out of Sir Mark’s testicles, playing with it inside his mouth. He released it momentarily as he muttered a mindless chuckle from his outstretched, smiling lips. Ivan then made love to Sir Mark’s ball sack, worshiping it as an icon of his desire. A part of me felt like Ivan had surrendered all of his strength and is now desperately taking the immense power within Sir Mark’s testicles to recover. While all this happens, Sir Mark’s penis pulsated and hardened into a red monster, impatiently telling me to put the entire length of him in my mouth.

Everyone else looked just as drugged up as Ivan. The more they touched Sir Mark’s skin, the more I could sense a burst of pleasure emerging from out of their wincing faces. It looked like they were having the best time of their lives. Is it euphoria? No, it’s more than that. Servitude. Complete and voluntary surrender to someone they regarded as higher than anything they had witnessed in their waking moments.

Sir Mark gave up inviting me when he saw that I remained adamant in refusing him. He looked at me with a disapproving scowl as he raised his arms with his hands dangling behind his head, giving the people licking his armpits more space to worship him. Sir Mark’s penis convulsed even more as he moaned and groaned with a frown.

It looked like Sir Mark was about to burst into climax when suddenly, the door behind me swung open. The damn thing hit my side so goddamn hard that it knocked me to the ground face first. I would have been mad at the suddenness of it all, but to be honest, I was ever so thankful that that damn door opened because it brought me back to my senses. Somehow, my soul had finally returned into my body again, reclaiming it from the evil of this lust-corrupted revelry.

Two people entered the room. Two people I know. They are the same two gentlemen that my uncle had hired to locate Ivan, and it seemed like they’re here to finish their job. The people around Sir Mark moved their heads towards the people on the door. They stopped their disgusting activity once and for all, thus stopping Sir Mark’s imminent orgasm.

Sir Mark asked who these two people were with all the fury of hell itself, as if he had just been insulted, disrespected, and defiled. He acted like a deity that had been prevented from passing into heaven. His voice sounded mad and entitled, like he was the only person in the world to have the right to be angry, at least in this room. Everyone else just looked blankly at the sudden visitors as they fell on their knees with dazed and reddened faces. Sir Mark asked again who these two gentlemen were and how they opened the door to this very private room. The men-in-black didn’t reply and just took a card out of their pockets. It was a black card with a white triangle plastered on it and a small red dot in the middle.

Sir Mark’s eyes widened and immediately changed his stance. My boss rushed towards the two smiling visitors, not even acknowledging my presence in the room anymore. He joined his hands together as he let his back hang low while giving an awkward smile. He was still very much naked and hard during this situation. Nevertheless, the smiling gentlemen just said something about following “the mother’s orders” or something like that. Sir Mark regarded this as a matter of fact and invited the two men further inside the room, but both of them refused and just asked Sir Mark to bring Ivan to them. The two smiling gentlemen added further that it is “their mother’s will” and that Sir Mark has no right but to comply.

Sir Mark happily complied. He smacked Ivan’s head and grabbed his hand, forcefully to raise him. Ivan then blinked and shook his head as if he had just awakened from a trance while he looked at the people surrounding him who all still had the same lifelessness in their eyes. Ivan showed a confused look on his face briefly before quickly dressing up and helping me up gently on my feet. We then followed the two men-in-black out of Room 5010.

I said nothing when we left that place. Ivan kept asking me if I had a magnificent time or if I enjoyed my experience, but he gave up after a while when he saw that I’m not responding. The two smiling gentlemen drove us back home. Ivan and I just remained quiet with ample space between us, not even looking at each other. We returned home safely. The tension has all been lifted away. I still feel like my rescue out of that place felt more like a deus-ex-machina-like moment if I’ve ever seen one.

My uncle then welcomed both of us at home. He hugged Ivan tightly and thanked me for being with him during this time. Ivan just wordlessly returned to his room while I stayed there in front of my confused uncle. I told him everything that I saw earlier. The kowtowing, the repeated words, the sexual worship, and how Ivan lapped on another man’s balls. Fuck! I just can’t stop thinking about it. Most of what I have seen in Room 5010 that time is a blur in my head, but not that moment when Ivan fell between Sir Mark’s spread legs. It seems like it’s the only thing real in my mind, and everything else just passed on quickly. I expected my uncle to be angry or cry when he heard this. I was ready to take whatever he would do to me if it means that Ivan will be saved from that place.

However, contrary to what I had expected, my uncle just looked at me with a blank expression and nodded. He then thanked me for telling this to me and said that I should return to my room. He also added that he would talk to Ivan. It feels like my uncle didn’t even care that Ivan is a part of such a shady group. It’s like he didn’t care at all. He didn’t even ask me why I’m home from work this early. Usually, I would return when he’s already off to work. It feels like he expected this somehow. I don’t know anymore! I’m being so fucking paranoid. I feel like everyone is out there to get me, like everyone is here to make me go insane!

I’m not sure what’s real anymore.

But there’s one thing I know for sure. I don’t know what I would do at work tomorrow.