Warning, contains dark themes and sexual themes. Read at your own risk.

A man walks up to the place he meant to go. He sighed as he looked up at the sign. It read in bright neon letters bad girls xxx. "A stripper joint." the man mumbles under his breath.

Now he,being a married man with a child on the way, would never set foot in a slut filled place like this, but it was part of his job. You see, he was a detective and there was a couple of men missing after supposedly walking into this stripper club.

He got a cigarette from his brown coat and lit it up. After taking a long drag, he decided to go in. Right when he walked in, the smell of cigerette and other bad things overpowered him. He coughed a little and thought of all the things going on in this joint.

He cringed at the thought. He walked up to the receptionist and tipped his brown hat at her. The receptionist, who was a stripper herself by her looks, gave him a boring look. "Oh, look a real detective." she said plainly. "Are you here for the women only Saturday?"

The man blush hard. This woman thinks this outfit is actually a stripper outfit. He shook his head."Actually, I'm a real actual detective miss." he said polity, bringing out his I. D. badge to show her.

The receptionist eyes widened."Oh my goodness! I am so sorry sir!" she apologized. The man smiled kindly at the receptionist."Don't worry, it's not the first time I've been mistaken for a stripper."

Actually he was lying. This was the first time he's been mistakened as a stripper. And to be honest, he just wanted to forget it ever happened. The receptionist sat up straighter.

"What can I do for you officer?" she asked. The man fished out of his brown coat a bunch of photos of men."Have you seen these men? They were last reported here months ago."

The receptionist sighed. "So your on the case about the missing men here?" she asked. The man nodded. She sighed. "Look, I already told you guys all I know. I was given a guy the good stuff the night they were missing."

The man tried not to cringe. He doesn't like the sound of sex being used loosely. Made it sound like it was nothing to these ladies. The man nodded."If you wouldn't mind me I will go and look around now." he declared to the woman.

The receptionist nodded."Be my guest." she said."Oh, and don't forget to sign up for the special event!" she added. She then covered her mouth. The man looked at her funny. "The special event?"

"Um.....Yeah, it w-where hookers come in and do a gang bang with all the men or women in the room." The receptionist replied quickly, which earned her a questioning look from the man.

This was a stripper joint, not a hooker joint. "May I see this so called special event room?" he asked. As much as he disliked the idea of seeing someone else have sex, he believes there is more to this special event then they're letting off.

The receptionist looked nervous."Of course officer. Right through here." she said, walking to a door opposite of the noises of music and girls moaning. The man followed her.

They walked in a straight line due to the narrowness of the hallway. After what seemed like endless walking, the room began to widen. When it was finally large enough for the detective to feel comfortable, the receptionist turned around.

"See? This is the special room!" she said. The man looked around. It was a dimly lit room with pink walls with naked ladies painted on it. This hardly looked like a place for a special event.

He turned to face the receptionist."Show me the real special event room." he growled. He expected the lady to act funny, but instead she gave him a dark look."Look, I think you should just turn around and forget about this case sir." She whispered.

The man gave her a glare."Show me the special event room. Now." he growled. The woman sighed."You heard him girls. He wants to see the special room!" the receptionist called out.

Footsteps from the shadows started running through the detectives ears. Before he could make a move, something hit him hard in the head, causing him to black out. When he awakened he realized two things.

One was that he was now in a grey room. The second thing was that he was naked and strapped down to a table. Lights barred in his vision, making it hard to see. But he could make out the slim figure of the receptionist looming on the outskirts of his vision.

"Do you hear that Gabriel?" she asked. Gabriel couldn't hear nothing but ringing in his ears and her voice. "Its the sound of our beloved God. He is telling us what we shall do to you like we've done with the rest."

Gabriel look up as far as the restraints would allow him. Horror filled his eyes. The receptionist giggled. She walked over to the pile of open cavities. She kicked them aside and pulled out a head.

It was the hear of a boy with yellow and brown hair. It looks like ears were glued to the side of his head and his mismatched eyes were glazed with horror. The man gagged at the sight. The smell was unbearable.

"Soon you'll be joining this fine hybrid in rapture Gabriel." The receptionist said. Gabriel struggled to get out of his restraints. The receptionist placed down the head carefully walked casually to Gabriel.

"You'll never get away with this!" Gabriel growled."People are going to know I'm missing! They'll find my dead body and you'll be dead bitch!" he screamed in her face. The girl smiled."We'll be waiting then. Ready to ascend to rapture with you and the others."

Gabriel looked startled at the stripper. All these strippers are crazy! The receptionist laughed, she pulled out a pocket knife."Now~ Our God has told me to do as I please with you. And since my next appointment is in a few minutes, I decided to go with a simple cut throat. What do you think?"