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you’ve opened yourself up to them, they know they not only have
your loyalty, but they also know how they can manipulate you if they
need to.”
“That sounds pretty sinister.”
“You don’t know the half of it, dude.”
“Well, what’s this “participation” I heard about. Is it sick?”
A huge leering grin appeared underneath Yippee’s fake beard.
He struggled to get it under control, but was hard-pressed to hide his
amusement. Something was obviously bigger and funnier than a cake
with EAT ME written on it.
“Okay, well, it’s like this: You take your oaths and they give you
this name, and it’s all fine and dandy. Then you’re not suspecting
anything for a few days, until Sunday. Sunday is the big night.
Everyone gets together for a massive meal, vegetarian of course, and
drinks some of this stuff called soma…”
“Soma?”I sputtered, “The stuff from Brave New World?
“Yeah. Supposedly its what the old Vedic Aryans used to drink.
Anyway it’s really great stuff. It’s just alcohol laced with hashish and
I think they throw in a bunch of psychedelic shit as well. Anyway,
before you know it, everyone’s in this trippy room all decked out with
carpets and pillows and there’s two hundred people in there, fucking
each other’s brains out!”
“Wow,” I said.
“Yeah, so my first time, I’m sitting here and I’m being literally
made love to by seven women at the same time and they’re using
techniques I’d never imagined in my wildest dreams. Together with
the drugs I’m on, it’s the most incredible bliss I’ve ever felt in my
entire life!”
He was starting to sweat.
“So that’s why people never leave this place…” I said in awe.
“That’s only part of it. They have a sophisticated method of
keeping you here. First, they subtly try to manipulate you based on
whatever it was that you told them in the therapy session. If that
doesn’t work, they threaten you with releasing a videotape of you at
one of these orgies to your loved ones at home, and finally if that
doesn’t work, they…” he paused dramatically.
“Kill you?” I asked, frightened.
“No, don’t be silly. They let you go. With what they’re planning
here they don’t want a murder investigation on their hands. No, they
let you go if you really want to, but by the time you reach that stage,
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