Hellraiser: Ecstasy

Me and my boyfriend Andrew are walking hand in hand as we head inside this new private nightclub called The Labyrinth. We’ve been told it’s the most happening hotspot for couples who wanna explore pleasure beyond the norm. “Arianna, are you sure you wanna try this?” Andrew asks me as we approach the entrance of this mysterious looking building. “We said we wanted a little thrill in our lives didn’t we?” I reply while looking in my lover’s eyes with pure intensity.

“Yes we did.” Andrew replies with a smile. “But Ari, the guy who told us to come here told me there’s no coming back from this place once we’ve unlocked its nature. Are you ready for that?” I take a brief pause and quickly look away then fix my eyes back on my man. “Yes…yes it’s what I want. It’s what we want.” I conclude with emphasis. Andrew slowly opens the door while we stand hand in hand. The site that meets my eyes is very alluring and attractive.

As Andrew and I slowly make our way to the back we make note of the such sites of pleasure before our eyes. Couple, threesomes and groups engaging in intimate intercourse. Passionate kissing, groping and aggression permeates the air. My heart is starting to race with a mixture of both fear and excitement. As my eyes focus to what looks like the V.I.P. section in the back, which in this sense means “Very Intense Pleasure”, I can see one person in this sea of boundless pleasure. He sits alone looking directly at me and Andrew from his both. He’s also dressed in a dark colored hooded robe.

Me and Andrew exchange looks then we walk towards the hooded figure. “Take a seat, hellseekers.” The man in the robe exclaims. “Hellseekers?” Andrew asks as we take our seats across from the hooded figure. “Is it not the pleasures of hell which you seek?” The man. “Not really.” I begin. “We just seek exploration beyond normality.” “Some would say those sought after appetites lead to depravity, the sort that leads you to hell. That’s why I call you hellseekers.”

Me and Andrew are now puzzled, but still very intrigued. “We’re just new explorers, really.” Andrew assures. “…of forbidden pleasures.” The hooded man adds. “And how do we get to those forbidden pleasures?” I asked impatiently. “Your answer lies here.” The hooded man exclaims while pulling out a puzzle like box from behind where he was sitting and sets it in the table. “What’s this?” Andrew asks while examining the box. “You can call it the Lament Configuration.” The man responded.

“It takes you to a world of forbidden pleasures, but there’s a price.” “And what is the price?” I asks curiously. “There is no returning.” The merchant answers ominously. “Once you open the box there will be no going back. Is that a price you’re willing to pay? Me and Andrew take a brief pause before answering. “Yes.” We exclaim simultaneously. “We are willing to pay.” I continue as merchant slowly hands us the box. “Enjoy.” He concludes while disappearing before we have a chance to look up and see where he went.

Andrew and I pick up the box and head to a room in the very back of the club known as the Pleasure Room. We walk in this room dimmed with beautiful blue lighting. We sit on this nice big couch which is padded with comfort. “How do you open this thing?” Andrew asks while turning the box every which way as if it was a rubix cube. “Maybe it’s through here.” I reply while pushing a small button in the box’s center. Suddenly the box starts opening itself up with small electric currents emanating from its corners. The walls then begin to light up as the room quakes itself and out of nowhere four leather clad figures appear before us.

Andrew and I sit watching in awe as one had the flesh on their face stitched together. One was a chattering beast who’s teeth were the most visible thing on its form and standing at the head of the group was a being with pens sticking out of his head every which way in an orderly fashion. “Arianna and Andrew.” The pinheaded being addressed. “Welcome. It’s time for you to taste the pleasures of our labyrinth.” Suddenly and orgasmic feeling starting flowing through me making weak at the knees and judging by the faded look on Andrew’s face he was feeling the same sensation.

The feeling soon went from being pleasant to painfully overwhelming in an orgasmic way. As it started to reach what felt like its peak chains came out of the shadows of the room and into our flesh. Now we’re both screaming in agony as the demonic figures look on at us with a stoic look. The chains pulled us up as we started profusely bleeding out. The pinheaded demon walked to both of us as we writhed in pain and agony.

He looked at us with a deadpan expression. “Welcome to hell.” He exclaimed as we very viciously ripped to pieces. Me and Andrew them opened our eyes and found ourselves trapped in a world of suffering, much of which was our own and it was in that moment we realized the awful truth the merchant had told us. We were in hell and there was no going back.