This is a dream.....or so i thought. -Disclaimer-

[The Morning Star]

-disclaimer. Post contains violence, violent images, sexual themes, sexual images and bondage.
You have been warned.-

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The Offering
12785 N Monroe Ave Suite 4
New Orleans, LA
**

It wasn't a handheld camera that opened the scene this time, so it wasn't immediately clear that this video was for Michael Rivers. At least not until the feed activated. It activated on a room that wasn't a hotel room.

The house seemed to be old Victorian with large ceilings and massive rooms. The feed was coming from some kind of security system and was shot from above, looking down. At first the scene of the house seemed to be nothing special and then the door opened.

Into the strange house walked the Multi haired Morning Star himself. Michael looked around with a bit of unease and then slipped the set of keys into his pocket. Michael was dressed differently today then on most days. He wore a pair of what can only be called cargo pants, not shorts but definitely multi pocketed, and black. His shirt was a simple tank top. Nothing special.

Michael looks around the house as if he was expecting someone, as if he was called here.

Michael: “Hello?”

When he finds no one a look of confusion seems to spread across his face and he moves deeper into the house. As soon as he walked into the main living room he found himself drawn to the table in the center of the room.

Michael looks down at the table and sees the hundreds of photographs lying across it's table top and then a sealed envelope sitting on top of the pictures. Pushing the envelope aside he pulls one of the photographs from the pile and raises it for a look.

His face seems to drain of all color until it was ash white and then a look of blind fury spreads across his face. Micheal’s head comes up and his eyes dart around the room.

Michael: “WHAT THE FUCK!”

The picture is held in a way that the security camera can zoom in, and it does. Showing that someone is controlling it. The picture is of him and Dahlia. Dahlia is on her hands and knees in nothing but a black bra and black panties. He is shirtless and she has a thick leather blindfold over her eyes.

The first picture is tossed aside and he grabs another. The camera zooms in again to show the beautiful raven haired woman known as “Gothic Hot” in that same position but now, as well as a blind fold she has a bit gag in her mouth and tied around the back of her head.

Michael: “....You know what I will do to you for this!”

Another picture is taken from the pile and this one shows Dahlia in the same position, but this time without the bit gag and her back arched as someone pulled a handful of hair back, pulling her head back and arching her back completely. Her eyes couldn't be seen but her lips were parted, as if she was making sensual noises.

Michael tossed the picture down and didn't need to pick up a forth. He snatched the envelope from atop the stack of pictures. As soon as his hand touched the envelope a sound exploded through the house, like someone had slammed their palm off the door.

Michael turned and walked back through the house to the door and yanked it open. Outside the door was a long hallway, leading to other large penthouse style apartments like the one he was in. At first there wasn't anyone there but when Michael looks down the hallway he finds himself staring at something that didn't register at first.

There was a man at the end of the hallway. Dressed in all black. A black suit, without the tie and what appeared to be a black gimp mask. The two stood for a moment staring at one another in silence until Michael raised the envelope.

Michael: “Is this your fucking doing? Did you steal my personal shit?”

The man didn't answer. Simply turns and disappears through a door to his left. Michael immediately breaks into a sprint down the hallway until he comes to the door and rather then stopping slams his foot into the door. The door slams open revealing a stairwell leading both up and down.

A empty stairwell.

Michael: “....what the fuck.....”

Michael looks down at the envelope and finally tears it open and inside is a single sheet of paper with a address and the words written across the bottom in beautiful long hand.

“Liar. Time to escape. the clutches of a name. No, this is no a game, It's just a new beginning. You never believed in fate, but the bottom line it's time to pay for your crimes. You know you've got it coming. “

Michael crushes the paper in his palm and then turns back into the doorway and heads for the elevator.

If someone wanted to play a game, he'd play.

**
The Kitty
**

It was another security camera. There was no telling how long since the last one had been recorded. The feed this time was on a lonely street in the middle of the night. The summer weather was quickly giving way to fall and a thin layer of fog covered the street. The streets were empty and most of the street lights were out.

There was enough light to make out what appeared to be a crotch rocket type motorcycle coming down the street at a high rate of speed. The rider wore a white riding jacket and a white helmet but that was all that could be seen.

That is until they stepped out of the shadows. A single woman dressed in a pair of black skin tight leather pants. She wore black thigh high, high heeled boots. Her shirt was black and mesh. Completely see through showing smooth flesh beneath it. A flat toned stomach and a bra made of lace, a beautiful golden shade of yellow. Her bust curved enough to be noticed beneath the shirt and the lace beneath it. Around her neck was a leather color with a ring at the center for a leash and finally a black leather mask covered two thirds of her head. Showing only her full lips, eyes and ending up in two very clear cat ears.

Without warning she turned and walked into the way of the motorcycle as it drove. If she noticed it was there she gave no hint and no warning. She walked right in front of it with no fear, no caution or care for her well being.

The man on the bike immediately laid it down and began to roll. The white leather protecting him as he rolled. When the bike reached the woman she collapsed, as if the bike had hit her. It hadn't, the security camera has zoomed in, once again under someone's control, to show the woman was fine.

The man got to his feet and pulled the helmet off quickly. The Multi colored hair was pulled back into a ponytail but it was obviously Michael Rivers. He quickly came toward the woman, expecting to give her care he removed the white leather jacket revealing the same outfit he had been wearing in the house. Marking the time frame of this.

As soon as he came within range of of her a projector fired to life projecting a video on the wall. The video was from a camcorder and showed the beautiful raven haired Dahlia in full Gothic make up, wearing only a pair of black lace panties and a purple bra, tied to the bed on her back, while a Michael with solid blond hair was licking up her stomach.

The image flashed to a scene of her in the same outfit, but with her back arched in pleasure. Another flash showed the same image, still with her back arched and fighting against her bonds, and a blond haired person's head between her legs.

Michael stared around him wide eyed, his breathing coming raggedly and his heart racing. As if he didn't want to remember this. Not like this. At that moment the woman lying on the ground at his feet lunged up and shoved a stun gun into his stomach. The blast was instant and Michael fell to his knees.

The woman got to her knees and pulled a red silk cord from around her neck and placed it around his. Hanging from it was a silver key. She then reached out and took his face in her hands as he sat paralyzed by the shock that had just now stopped.

She leaned forward and kissed him, deeply and passionately and to his surprise he returned her kiss. All of this tugging at something primal in him. And then she shoved him to his back, got to her feet and turned running away before he could react and regain his composure.

It takes him a moment as these edited home movies flash on the walls around him, to get back to his feet. By the time he was fully back to his feet the flashes of the movies had dropped and the street was black and empty again. A quick check on the bike told him he wouldn't start so he dragged it out of the middle of the street and then began to walk.

Sure enough as he walked through the empty streets whoever was hacking the security camera's and feeding them to the U.W.A. Viewers followed. Through the dark streets he walked until he came to the mouth of an alley and happened to look down it.

Standing around a trash can that had been lit on fire were three men. They all stared at Michael with blank expressions and Michael noticed almost immediately that these were all holy men. A priest, a rabbi and a pastor.

Michael: “....it's like the start of a bad joke.....”

Michael's voice carried, as if on a video delay and then to his surprise, one by one they all threw their holy books into the fire and dropped to their knees bowing in his direction until their heads touched the pavement.

Michael lifted a brow and turned to look away, the camera shifting to another unit to show his face and his eyes as he scanned the horizon. Standing two blocks ahead was the same man in the black suit with the gimp mask staring at him.

Michael turned back to look down the alleyway and the camera shifted back to the previous shot only to find the three holy men all gone and the trash can empty and cold. Micheal’s eyes narrowed as he shifted to look back at the man in the gimp mask only to find him descending down into what look remarkably like a subway entrance in New York.

Michael: “.....The fucking hell is going on.”

And Michael headed toward the strange, and very out of place subway entrance.

**
The Bunny
**

The camera feed opened up to what looked remarkably like a new york subway station. The security camera was pointed at the stairs leading up to the world above to watch as Michael slowly came down the stairs. His face was paler then usual but looked more....animal like. As if somewhere inside something was coming alive.

As he came down the stairs another pair came up the stairs from a lower level. The man was built like the man in the black suit and gimp mask, but only wore half a mask showing his bald head. He was shirtless with a piercing in each nipple and a chain running between them.

In front of him walked a woman wearing a thin black singlet that hugged her slender hips an flat stomach. Each bare leg was covered by a pair of black fishnet stockings and she wore a pair of black high heels. The singlet covered her arms down to the wrist and around her neck was the same leather color with a ring at the throat for a leash.

This one was wearing a mask covering her entire face except her mouth and ended in long bunny ears. Her hair was jet black and beneath her mask she wore Gothic make up. She looked remarkably like Dahlia from the videos.

The man behind her shoved her forward and then snapped his fingers and points to the ground where she dropped to her knees and leaned back on her heels. The man took her by the hair and snapped her head back and her eyes went imploringly to Michael.

Michael stopped in shock as he rounded one of the pillars and got a good look at the pair. As soon as Michael came into view the man turned and began to walk toward him. Michael took a defensive step back until the man got within reach.

When the man got within reach Michael block a clumsily thrown right hand and threw one of his own taking the man in the jaw. The man then lunged up and drove his knee into Micheal’s stomach. When he tried to match the knee with a punch Michael drove both palms into the man's stomach staggering him back and then straightened up with a uppercut lifting the man into the air to drop motionless to the floor.

As soon as the man dropped Michael noticed the woman was now on her feet. Thinking she was someone else he stumbled toward her. As soon as he took a single step she dropped to her knees and the security feed zoomed into Micheal’s body to watch his breathing quicken and his hands begin to shake. When he got within reach she dropped down to her hands and knees with her face turned up, as if expecting.

Michael leans down and presses his lips to her own in a kiss, that this time he starts, grabbing a handful of her ponytail to snap her head back eroticly. After only a moment he breaks the kiss and his hold on the woman's head and reaches up to his mouth and pulls from his mouth another red silk cord with a silver key at the end.

The second the key escapes his mouth the lights of the strange station flash dark and the walls explode in light. In images. Flashes of a woman with blond hair and a woman who is clearly Dahlia kissing. Another of the same two women kissing down the naked chest of a man who looks, to have NOT been Michael. Another flash comes to show that same blond, but on her knees, tied from head to toe in rope with the zipper of Micheal’s jeans in her teeth.

Michael staggers back staring at the flashing, clearly very well edited images assaulting his senses. The images come faster now. Lasting only a fraction of a second. Some appeared to be a woman driving hips into a bent over woman, another of what appeared to be a breast being licked, another of wax being dripped on someone's lower back.

Michael lifts his hands to his head and grabs his hair, as if trying to get away from the images and then as quickly as they came they were gone and the lights came back on. When they did however the woman who had once been kneeling in front of him was gone. Only her key remained in his hand.

Michael looked around him them and found a door open at the far end of the station and standing in the doorway was the same large man in the black suit and gimp mask. The second they locked eyes Michael screamed.

Michael: “WHAT DO YOU WANT?! STOP THIS!”

The man merely lifted another piece of paper, allowed it to drop carelessly from between his fingers and then turned and walked through the door, allowing it to slam behind him. Michael broke into a dead sprint and slammed through the door but found the long concrete tunnel.....empty.

After bending down he picked up the paper which simply read.

“This is your true past. You corrupted. You took. You controlled. Do you really want to live a lie?”

Michael crushed the paper in his palm again and took off sprinting down the concrete tunnel.

**
The Demon
**

The camera was focused on the outside of a wide concrete tunnel. The opening was big enough to drive a car into but what came out wasn't a car. It was the haggered and frenzied form of Michael Rivers. The second he came out the opening he began to look around and found himself standing in what appeared to be a massive park.

And there, not ten feet from the entrance were three children, playing at nearly three a clock in the morning. They were kneeling and coloring with what looked like sidewalk chalk. What they drew however was anything but innocent. They were dark symbols. Symbols of pagan worship. Symbols of himself. Words of dark prayer and dark summoning.

Then they came. Two black haired women who wore black leather skintight outfits from top to bottom and black heels. They wore the heavy colors with the leash rings and their faces covered by red masks, with long horns coming out the top.

The two of them approached Michael on each side and he looked from one to the other. First he leaned down and took the one on the left by the hair and snapped her head back for a passionate kiss and then the one on the right. Then collectively the two pulled the tank top off him leaving him topless standing there.

As they stripped the top off him a third figure appeared. She was blond and wearing a black demon mask. She also wore a short leather skirt, boots that ran to her knees and fish net stockings that were torn here and there, as if someone had ripped them by playing to hard. She wore little more then a black leather wrap across her full breasts that pressed them down, but did very little else to cover them.

The woman walked straight up to Michael and kissed him passionately and even though he had no idea who this woman was, he kissed her back. The two women on each side dropped to their knees looking up at the two of them, as if expecting to be used. To be of service.

The blond woman pressed her chest to his own and then brought his arms up to the back of the leather strip covering her chest. Michael ripped his hands outwards and the two sides separated leaving her back bare. All she had to do was step back and she'd be as topless as him, but she didn't. She continued to kiss him passionately.

As this happened the two women at his sides stood and began to draw on him. Quickly. On his arms, wrists, hands, back, stomach, the blond shifted and they drew on his chest.

And then the lights of the park died briefly and when they snapped back on only a fraction of a second later....he was alone. Even the creepy children were gone. Even their drawings were gone, no not gone. Replaced by the ones that now covered his body and when he looked down fully he saw the red silk cord hanging from the opened fingers of his left hand. The key dangling dangerously low to the ground.

Michael was breathing in deep, almost growling breaths as he pulled the cord up with only his fingers until he held the silver key in his palm. Once he had the key Michael looks down at the ground for his tank top only to find that disappeared with the strange women in the demon masks.

Michael then just began to walk. Continuing only the only path that didn't lead back to the concrete tunnel. He walked in silence, only the sound of the crickets chirping and the gravel crunching beneath his feet were picked up by the string of security cameras. Except his labored breathing. He had tried hard to forget this life. What he had done, and the path he had led them down by his own ignorance.

It would seem someone didn't want to let him forget, and he found it strange that now as he walked literally marked by his past that while he could never forget these time and the torrid and erotic details of this two years, he also found he regretted nothing. Someone simply wanted him here, alive, tortured for his sins.

Michael turned one of the corners and found himself staring at the doorway to what appeared to be some kind of underground maintenance tunnel, but before he could reach for the doors the park lights all around him darkened so quickly he could actually hear the snap as they did. Before he could react on the door came another set of flashed images.

These were different. They were clearly of Dahlia but she was fully dressed in what appeared to be a version of a Gothic school girl outfit with a leather collar around her neck. Her looked curiously over at a version of Michael with raven black hair. The video had clearly been recorded on some kind of home video camera.

Michael was seated on a couch, at clearly some kind of party with people in masks and bounds everywhere. Two blonde women sat on his lap their lips grazing on his throat. While two men each masked led Dahlia by a leash around her throat from the room.

Michael stood transfixed in horror as the video stopped leaving the door now glowing a message written, it looked like in black light.

“Abandon all your senses to pleasure, may it be the only God of your existence. It's for you alone that a young girl must sacrifice everything and nothing in her eyes must be as sacred as pleasure.”

Below the strange words was a arrow pointing down to the lock on the door. First Michael tries the door and finds it locked. His fingers run slowly over the lock and he withdraws one of the three keys he had been given and inserts it into the lock. The key turns easily but he finds as the door pulls open that the key will not come out.

Abandoning the key he enters the door and finds himself in darkness as the door closes behind him. The camera shifts to another security camera covering the doors. With a audible click a light snaps on showing another door and another message, written in what looks like black light paint.

“Virtue is not always the safest, there are circumstances in the world where the complexity of a crime is preferable to the denouncement. You learned this lesson well.”

Below the words was another messy arrow pointing down at the lock. Once again Michael pulls a cord from his pocket and slides the key into the lock and turns. Instantly the door pops open and now, he can hear music. A rave like techno.

Michael steps forward as the door slams behind him and the whoever is controlling the camera shifts to the next feed inside the black room and another light snaps on. This light was from another projector. The same home camera.

The images were the same. The black haired Michael and the two blondes, but now the two blondes were on their knees in front of the chair where he sat. Their heads in his lap, his own leaned back in pleasure. Whoever held the small camera came around as Michael opened his eyes and looked in the direction Dahlia had gone.

The camera, now behind Michael showed the silhouettes on the window. Dahlia her arms tied behind her back. Her head thrown back in what could only be thought to be ecstasy. The outlines of the two men were on each side of her, hands roaming.

The video flashed off as quickly as it started leaving the rave music around him and the black light message on the door.

“As violent delights, have violent ends, and let triumph die. Like fire and powder, That which as they kiss, consumes.”

When Michael reached the final key to the lock his hand was literally shaking.

**
The Party
**

The key turned and the door sprung open into a massive underground coliseum. The security camera changed to a hand held camera filming thousands of people all gathered as the music blared. All of them were in various states of undress. Some held leashes and others walked with their leashes in their own hands.

Two stages had been set up on opposite sides of the massive area with couples freely engaging in various stages of intercourse, but they were to far away from the the person holding the camera for anyone to really see anything.

The camera turned to the wide eyed slack jawed Michael. He walks down the stairs slowly. At the bottom of the stairs a woman dressed in all leather, her face proudly displayed stood from a little couch. She was beautiful with brown hair and dark make up. She flashes Michael a smile and held her hand out to the couch where she had once sat.

Michael looked down to find a Asian woman, of perhaps nineteen wearing a thick leather collar and a almost completely sheer robe. Her hair was disheveled and her lipstick was smeared all over her mouth and she was breathing hard.

The brunette straightened a short leather skirt, which appeared to have been, seconds before, pulled up, leaned down and kissed the woman and then walked off. Michael looked away from the Asian woman on her knees as his whole body began to shake.

Voice: “Michael! MICHAEL RIVERS!” Screamed out a female voice happily."

The woman who pushed her way through the mass of dancing people was a woman of perhaps forty. She wore all leather and her hair was pulled up in a severe ponytail high up the back of her head. It took a moment for Michael to realize who it was. Once he did he smiled a tiny smile and nodded.

Michael: “Mistress Mira. It's good to see you.”

Mira: “I didn't believe her! She said that Michael Rivers would show up tonight and I didn't believe it.”

Mira looked down at the art, but didn't seem to find anything strange about it. The shaking however did cause her to lift a brow.

Mira: “Michael, are you alright?”

Michael: “Tonight.....has made me face a great many things. How much I......”

Mira: “Miss it? Tried to deny it ever happened?”

Michael nodded softly and Mira smiled happily and laid her hand on the small of his back as they walked through the crowd. The person with the camera close behind, little to Micheal’s knowledge.

Mira: “It's like an addict going through withdrawal again. You could stop it you know. Get up on one of these stages and show show all these Ma'am's and Sir's who you are. Any of of them would loan you their best in a heartbeat. If only for the show you'd put on. There isn't a person here from those days who doesn't remember the shows you and Dahlia used to put on.”

Michael shook his head softly, though the look the camera caught in his eye showed how much he craved that and Mira sensed that. She pushed him until he was standing at one of the smaller stages in the center of the massive room. Micheal’s eyes widened.

The woman on the stage was suspended in midair by thick rope, tied all over her body in places and ways that distributed the weight. She wore a mask, obviously and had a bit gag in her mouth and a small device that looked like a cell phone was being passed through the crowd. Each person would play with the device a moment and the girl would shriek and thrash in pleasure.

Until the device came into the hands of Michael. He looked down at the device, a remote control. The girl was breathing raggedly through her noise and whimpering in both pain and pleasure. Mira nudged Micheal’s shoulder.

Mira: “Go on. You two started this after all. Some of the others keep it running because the crowds love it so much.”

Michael looks down at the device and then ran his fingers softly over it before tossing it back to the stage where it landed with a soft clank. Signaling the show on this stage was over. The woman suspended above the stage sighed happily.....and yet dejectedly. Happy.....and sad it was over.

Michael: “I am here to find the person who stole my personal videos......i don't.....”

Mira looked a little disappointed but nodded and handed Michael a final envelope.

Mira: “She told me you may still resist who you truly are and told me to give this to you.”

Mira leaned in them and kissed his cheek softly.

Mira: “It was good to see you Sir. We missed you.....and mourned her.”

Michael nodded softly and whispered.

Michael: “Domme.”

Mira walked away through the crowd as Michael ripped the envelope open and inside was a small piece of paper that reads.

“The Balcony.”

Michael turns and heads toward what appeared to be the stairs. As he did the woman on the stage was being released by a sever looking large bald man in nothing but a pair of leather shorts. As he lowered her to the stage safety and removed the bite gag she looked around until she saw Micheal’s profile and whispered in shock.

Girl: “Angel.....Sir?”

Michael glanced over just in time to see the girl smile before he disappeared into the crowd and then finally up the stairs. Michael took the stairs three at a time until he came to the door leading to the balcony and shoved it open.

**
The Balcony
**

The door led into a long hallway, the lights flickered on and off. At the far end of the hallway stood what was clearly a woman. She wore a pair of black stiletto heels and a full length skirt of black silk split up each side to show smooth pale thighs. Over what was obviously full breasts she wore a t-shirt, ripped at the stomach to end just below where her breasts began and the shirt was sparkled and bore the name “Dahlia”. One of her old pieces of merch. From the neck up she wore a mask of solid black hard plastic ending in two jester horns.

Michael froze when he saw her and his lips curled into a snarl. Teeth barred in fury.

Michael “Are you behind this!?”

Woman: “I saw your little videos. Rose....colored.....glasses. You didn't shy away from her body. You took it. Like a savaging animal.”

The woman's voice came out muffled through the tiny opening in the plastic.

Michael: “ENOUGH!”

Michel roared and took a step forward but as soon as he took the step forward the man in the black suit and gimp mask came around the corner next to this strange woman.

Woman: “This is what you have become. What you turned into!”

As the lights flickered images began to flash all around the room. Each flash of black light, like the flash of a old fashion camera. Images of the horned goat. The inverted cross. The inverted pentagram.

Michael took in all of these things and gripped the edges of his hair. The man who looked back up at the pair standing at the other end of the hallway, and the man who walked through the balcony doors, were not the same. His expression was colder, more bestial.

Woman: “Good. Now....finish this.”

The man in the gimp mask broke into a dead run at her words. Running as hard as he could down the alley. Little did they know that downstairs the screen above the main stage was showing this entire confrontation. The Rave music changed into what could only be described as a drum beat. Old fashion standing drums.

The crowd had been promised a hell of a show for their finale and here it was. Owners and owned alike. Slave and Master. Dom and Domme. All who had known Carnage and Dahlia look up in shock to see Carnage standing on the balcony.

When the rushing man got to within range Michael lashes out a slammed a fist into his head. The gimp staggered back to a scream of approval from the crowd. Michael came forward slowly, and the gimp threw a punch that he ducked under and drove a fist into his side. The two then latched on to one another around the throat before Michael drove a knee into the man's side.

Once the man was away Michael lashes out with a kick to the groin and then lifted his knee at the last second and drove a hard knee into his face sending him crashing to the floor. To a cheer from the crowd below.

The crowd stood transfixed as two more men came into frame. One appeared to be wearing a white cloth mask with bunny ears and black eyes, the other simply a gas mask. The man in the gas mask, behind Michael locks his arms around Micheal’s chest and Michael shoves himself off the ground and kicks the bunny in the face.

The man in the bunny mask slams into the wall. Michael throws his arms up breaking the grasp and then drives the point of his elbow into the man's stomach then brings a knee up into the face when he is doubled over. Michael rushes the man in the bunny mask, grabs him around the neck as he stands and drives his head into the man's face.

As he drops the woman in the plastic jester man turns and flees into the room she was standing in front of. Michael gives chase at the crowd below watches with baited breath.

When Michael comes into the room the camera shifts to a security camera stationed at the back of the room behind the woman where she stands in the center of the room. Michael comes forward and grabs each of the ends of the jester mask's horns snapping the woman's head back by them and them stands a moment staring down a her breathing hard.

Michael reaches up and grabs the chin area of the mask and yanks upwards. The jester mask leaves the woman's face and what looks like long blond hair tumbles down her back, but the room is barely lit. Michael stares down at the woman takes her wrist and shoves her past him where she slams into the door chest first.

Before she can react Michael is behind her. The crowd cheers as he reaches down to a table and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. Slowly he clicks them over her slender wrist and then the other before hooking the chain on a post in the door, meant to hold Submissive's in place.

Michael takes her by the sides and spins her around, twisting the chain causing the cuffs to bit into her flesh. Michael then reaches down and grabs the Dahlia shirt and rips it clean down the center. The woman, beneath the shirt was wearing a purple bra, her chest heaving as she breaths heavily.

Michael reaches up then and grabs her by the chin, forcing her head up. The low grade security camera couldn't make out her face but could see her eyes were closed and lips were parted and hear the faintest whimpers coming from her.

Her legs came up and locked around his waist as she hung now by nothing but the cuffs and the chain, causing the cuffs to bite harder into her wrist, the faintest little hint of blood trickling down her pale arms.

Michael shoves himself forward and the woman lets out a piercing shriek of pleasure as her back slams into the door and the crowd below cheers.

And then the security feed to U.W.A.'s channel is severed. By whoever set this up? By U.W.A.? Time will tell.

**
Fall out
**

Michael Rivers sits bolt up in his bed in the hotel room in New Orleans and immediately looks down at his body to show that it bore no markings of the strange vision. No paint or marker. He shifts from the bed and looks down, expecting to see the blond he had so thoroughly taken but finds himself alone.

Michael: “.....Maybe it was all a dream......”

From the bed Michael rose and moves across the room until he spots a box sitting on the table in the center of the room. He moves across the room to the box and pulls the top, only to find the whole body lift. The bottom was what was unattached.

Sitting now on the table was a bloodied set of handcuffs, with smears of lipstick on them. Sitting atop them was a folded note. Michael reaches out and takes the note, unfolds it and it reads.

“Deep into that darkness, peering, long you stood there wondering, fearing, doubting. Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. Remember who you are.”

Michael allows the paper to fall and then looks at the camera pointed at him and nods softly.

Michael Rivers: “I have lived....so many years a lie. So many years....a falsehood of who I truly am. Last night.....dream, reality, vision, drug induced hallucination. I don't know.....if any of you out there saw it.....obviously it wasn't a dream or a hallucination....but I reminded me of something.

I am Michael Rivers. I AM Carnage. Silver Baron......Frazer Freeman......Craven. The Sin City Knights who know NOTHING of Sin.....i will show you sin. You claim the name like you know something about it.....you know nothing of sin. I lived in.....i reveled in it. I WAS sin.

You three are pretenders....and I know how to deal with pretenders.....”

Michael stopped a moment and looked directly at the camera.

Michael: “And to my two partners. I overlook your own sins. For now.....now I remember what true control is. U.W.A......has seen a PALE version of it in the past. That pathetic excuse for a Mistress....i WILL show the U.W.A. What control is.”

Michael grabs the coughs off the table and lifts them to his lips, allowing his tongue to run over the mixture of lipstick and blood before looking directly into the camera.

Michael: “Thank. You.”

Michael then turns and leaves the room, taking the cuffs with him.