Voile de la Human

Sasha: Where was I going? Think Sasha think… I can’t run to the police with the information I have. I could go to the media and post something socially but they would think I was crazy. And that wouldn’t help me right now. I can’t call my sister. I can’t endanger my family even though I haven’t talked to them in a few years. They are probably trying to get a tap on my phone to find my location right now.

My heartbeat would not stay steady as the Neon City lights exposed me to the true nature of these people in power… These celebrities. I can’t believe I looked up to some of these people at this party.  Actors, Actresses, producers, movie directors, musicians, lawyers, politicians, corporate executives, and my boyfriend the stockbroker. He wanted me to meet his inner circle and that it would help my career as a singer and model by networking. He told me to dress sexy and revealing respectfully. Yeah. I can’t believe I trusted him.

My options were limited. I knew sooner or later I would have to make a phone call for help.

I feel disgusted. Sick to my stomach over the demented actions I just witnessed.
I was an onlooker to this sick perverted group of rich degenerates when I saw what they practiced first hand in secret. Monsters!

The man I have been dating told me he needed to know if I could commit and be a part of their elite social network. He told me he loved me and I would have everything I ever dreamed of… How could anyone use that word love and then participate in pure compromising immorality? I think am going to throw up…

(Sasha stops and pukes on the side of the road and then gains her composure)

As soon as I saw the depravity I excused myself calmly to the small bedroom-sized bathroom on the first floor at some billionaires mansion and took my heels off and be lined it out of the bathroom window which was bigger than my bay window at my condo. I knew something was off because when we walked in the front cathedral-like doors, two security guards checked us in as a flash went off at the doorway entrance. Not to mention the one at the front gate seemed shady as we drove in. He took his time typing in whatever he was doing with the computer in front of him.

It didn’t matter, I took off like a rabbit getting shot at by a hunter. Sprinting towards the fence which I cleared without hesitation. Now that I think about it that was pretty impressive. I could see the Neon City strip in the distance so I ran as long as I could and distanced myself away from where I was just at. I knew they would be looking for me, but I’m not stupid. So I thought I couldn’t have been the first one to be exposed to these vile humans’ pornographic rituals and run, which whoever ran before probably went to the police.

Screw that!!

Money could by anyone at the right price and the ones that deny the bribe will probably be threatened and jeopardize their family’s lives. You cant compete…

Where do I go… DAMMM!

I gotta call my best friend Nikko. He’s probably bartending right now. Shit, I can’t call him from my phone I gotta use somebody else’s phone… I know where am, but I don’t think I can make it to the strip without calling for a ride.

I made it to a little shopping center on the outskirts of the strip and started asking people if I could use their phones.

“Excuse can I use your phone it will take two seconds. Please it’s an emergency.”

“Excuse me can I use your phone please it will be real quick..”

I asked probably about five people before I offered a crisp green franklin.
“Excuse me, sir, can I use your phone, please… I will give you a hundred?”
He instantly handed me his phone. People have a price and can be bought.

“Thank You”

Come on Nikko pick up. (Ringing)

‘Yes! Nikko Nikko. I need your help I’m in trouble and don’t know what to do… Listen I can’t explain I’m using someone else’s phone because mine is being tracked I think…

Please… I know your working… Theirs a what?? A Guidance Shelter… What the fuck is that? Ok, you promise. It’s on Paradise and… Ok. Do you promise you will be there when you get off? Ok. Ok… Goodbye.”

“Thank you for letting me use your phone… Do I need a ride somewhere..?

The man asked me if he could drive me to where I needed to go. He was probably in his seventies and he had a wedding ring on and there was a car seat in the back of his car so I assumed he had grandchildren.

I really had no choice because Nikko couldn’t leave work on account of having too many points already, but he gave me a place he said I would be safe at. Some preacher runs an outreach program or something like that. He said it was his Uncle. And it also was too far for me to walk their being on the opposite side of the strip.

“Yes,” I responded back to the old man.

I gave him the address to this guidance center and we left. I kept having flashes of what I saw at the billionaire’s mansion I was at and couldn’t get the images out of my head. The blood. The eyes of the victim. Laying there on a table as they pecked away at the fruit and other foods that surrounded the person. And then the ones in chains… the kid he…

“Can you pull over please, I’m sorry.. (Sasha opens the door and throws up, but it’s more of a dry heave)” I will be alright just had a bad taste in my mouth.

My phone began to blow up from my boyfriend..or ex-boyfriend I should say at this point, but I didn’t respond. He kept asking me where I was at. Telling me it was just a themed act. That it was all just for show and I overreacted by leaving. He said he was worried about me to call him, but I knew what I saw and I knew he was lying. Who in their right mind would have a child chained up for theatrics at a party? Fucking sickos!!

I arrived at the guidance place where Nikko told me to go and thanked the man that drove me. I began to knock, but before I could, the door opened and I jumped back. It was the preacher and he just stared into my eyes as if he could read my soul. It affected me emotionally as a broke down in his arms crying.

Can you help me?