Cults With Power and Laws With Spies

The Nights Still Young C'mon Come Take a Drink

Yesterday night,
Date not advised.
occurred around 00:00am / 12:00 am
<<Danger Zone for all>>

Past tense:

    "The Nights Still Young C'mon Come Drink With Me"
He encouraged, pushing a glass of whisky into my hand.
I shook my head, unamused.
"I'm a bartender not a friend."
He smirked at me and nudged the glass further into my palm.
"In my eyes you're not a friend nor a bartender,"
I raised my eyebrow in question but didn't speak.
"No no no, you're the answer to my question."
"What?"
"Take a drink with me and you'll found out."
He lifted the glass up to my lips and let the strong liquor pour down.
I squeezed my eyes shut and clinched my first.........

And oh god... How much I regretted that.
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         Present Tense:

My mind was fuzzy, nothing made sense anymore, logic became unreal and colourful yet frightening imagination escaped and invaded me, I couldn't see anything, it's to dark, to dark for this to be real but...but I could still hear and feel those disformed figures around me, yelling at me, screaming and whispering strange words that got gurgled up later on.

Tears slipped down my cheeks and I began to breath loudly, gasping out disgusting cries and sobs as I tried to move but to no anvil my body wouldn't cooperate with me. The figures fell to a silence, I begin to panic.
Where are they now?? What are they?? They don't seem human...Is it the devil himself-

A hard slap across the face sent me gasping for air as I shot my silver pale eyes open but immediately closed them once they came in contact with bright light.

So that was a dream? But it felt so real.

"Hey pretty face, open your eyes."

That voice it sounds familiar.

"I said open your eyes." He had a much more demanding tone now.

I cut myself away from my thoughts and opened my eyes only to be met with a figure hovering over me.

He leaned down so that I could get a better view of his face.
My eyes shot open, recognising the male and I splattered out a gasp.

"WHat- What the fuck?!?" I yelled as I tried to get up and run but couldn't, I immediately looked down noticing my wrist tied behind my back and my ankles tied to the leg of the chair.

It was getting to me now, I couldn't move myself in the dream because I was tied in real life.

"Drugs." Is the only thing he said as he pushed me back onto the chair again, I growled at him.

He didn't seem to flinch but instead smirked at me.... That fucker

"I gave you some pretty hard drugs in that drink last night which will answer your question of that little dream you had." He said as he sat on a polish oak desk in front of me making me realise that it was about sunset and I was in an old looking yet fancy office, the light that stung my eyes was the torch in his hand.

The male in front of me was Thomas Addison. He and I used to work for the government but not really, at the same time, think about it like this, we're a group  of men and women who goes in the 'shadows', we 'solve' unnatural crimes, that is until Thomas broke the contract and started his own group of people, his now the leader of S.O.G aka Societies Of Gods.
What he does is unknown but we know what ever he is doing is a threat to the human race so we keep him under the raider, we know that there are groups of people across the nation doing his bidding yet we haven't found them and that's when I come in, I'm Tord Lálánar. I used to work as a tech guy.
My job back then was to hack into a site, a site no one should go onto, a site that had ruined many people lives starting from the age of 13 to the age of 40 or more, This site was called the Wasabi House.

The Wasabi House sounded innocent at first, childs play but once I found out the hidden truth, the truth that scared me and left me in a puddle of sweat when ever I woke up.....I later on went up a higher rank and was assigned to be a spy but that's not what we're focusing on right now, what we're focusing on is him.

Thomas

"Getting lost in your thoughts Lálá?" He questioned, swinging his legs to hit the surface of the polished wood causing a thudding sound to erupted every few seconds.

Stupid fucking voice

"It's Lálána not Lálá."

He chuckled founding it assuming that he had gotten me mad.

"Lálá, Lálána same thing." He let out a laugh and shrugged his shoulders.
I growled at him and tried to untie myself but the knots were tied together very well.

"You shouldn't be worried about that anyway." He said with a smirk, planting his hands flat on the desk before hopping off and onto the carpet. He walked over to me with a sick smile making me feel an uncomfortable feeling.

"What are you-" I stopped my sentence mid way, my voice falling to a fade as I felt my stomach dropped, My eyes were glued on a black object he had taken out his dirty brown coat.

He notice me saw it and grew a wide smirk.

"No no no, you shouldn't be worried about that at all." His tone send shivers down my spin but I kept my eyes on him, watching his every step because even though we had worked together, even though we had trusted each other with our lives, he was apart of S.O.G, a never to be trusted or left unattended son of a bitch group.

"I'm telling ya Lálá it's not going to end well when you keep drifting off into that little head of yours." He raised his fist up and gently knocked on my forehead making me flinch.

"Don't touch me." I snarled whipping my head to the side as I gave him a hatful glare.

"Anyway." He began.

His never patient is he? aways wanting to do things his own way, aways wanting to change subject matters.

"What did I say? did I tell you to go into thought again?" He played with the object behind his back before-

"oh god."
My voice cracked and wavered as my eyes watched him take the gun from behind his back and placed it on the surface of my temple with the disgusting click of the safety off.

"Do you want to know why you're here? and where you are?" He ask with a sweet smile, that shouldn't be on there.
I strained my eyes to look at him from the side before slowly nodding, I wasn't going to say yes verbally because he'll make fun of me, he'll shove me down and growl at me for begin so shaken up and weak or how he thought that everyone in the government was meant to stand tall and broad not sitting on a chair with shaking knees and heavy breaths from fright while saying a quiet yes because they're afraid their life was going to flash before their eyes.

"Could you please speak up?"

I didn't answer to afraid to anyway.

"could you please speak up." It wasn't a question anymore, it was a demand.

I slowly nodding and winced from the gun begin shoved into my temple.
He smiled as he placed pressure on the trigger.

I'm going to die

"Now would be a good time."

"Ye-"

A/N woah okay this took a long time to do but yeah I had this au where Tord is a spy that works as a bartender and Tom is this cult leader and if you know about that one horror story about the weird creature and government shit that's where I got my inspiration and idea from but I changed it up a bit. The story may not click together bc i don't want to spoil anything.