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Angela, I'm contacting you because you are the only person I can trust with my

secrets, and I'm doing this as a safety precaution.

You know me, the real me.

You know I have desires and fantasies that I've never had the courage to live

out because of either the men I've been with or the fear of being judged.

Since my breakup with he who shall not be named, I've been trying to figure

myself out and why I limit myself sexually or just in life in general.

These past few months have been amazing, and I've come to so many realizations

about myself.

I can sit here in my head for years, trying to figure myself out, but my

ability to see myself came from me recognizing my mistakes and inability to

put myself first.

I've grown to recognize each mistake and failure as a beautiful blessing and

lesson that will help build the foundation for the new me.

But I also know that in order to become that new me, I have to be open to

experiencing new things and potentially making new mistakes.

I have found something.

a secret society of people who promote sexual liberation and can help you to

live out your greatest sexual fantasies without judgment.

It's called the AOA, or the Altar of Aphrodite.

It was a bit difficult to get into, but with some research and a lot of trial

and error, I got in.

I know that sounds crazy, but it's something I feel like I need to

experience.

For all I know, I won't go through with it when I get there, but I've made the

decision to try.

I'm telling you this on the off chance that I'm putting myself in harm's way.

Should you not hear from me tomorrow, it may be cause for concern.

I don't mean to worry you. I'm sure I'll be fine.

As I said before, it's just a safety precaution.

Attached below is a screenshot of the map and address.

I look forward to telling you about my crazy experience.

I hope to come back a changed woman.

Thanks for always being such a great friend.

I love you.

Chanel.

Walk forward and let us see you.

Walk over to the stool and bend over.

Pull into the side.

Spray open Stand up

Turn around and sit down

Close

your eyes

No!

Oh.

No, no.

Oh no!

I love you.

Hey, Chanel, it's Angela.

Can you please call me back as soon as you get this?

Thank you. Bye.

Hi, you've reached Chanel.

Please leave a message.

Chanel, it's Angela again. Please call me back. I'm really worried about you.

So who's dead, then?

What? Well, you're calling me, so either someone's dead, you've dialed the wrong

number, or you're incredibly desperate and horny.

Now, the last two options seem unlikely, so who's dead?

Nobody's dead... yet.

Sounds like a matter for the police, then.

Look, Angela, your reputation isn't so tarnished yet that the police won't help

you out, alright?

This has nothing to do with my reputation, okay? Will you cut the shit

and realise that I'm calling you for a legitimate reason?

Show me a little bit of goddamn courtesy.

Look, find another shoulder to cry on, sweetheart, alright? The last time I

tried to help you out, you led me on a chase that nearly cost me everything,

remember?

Firstly, it cost me way more than it cost you.

I run a fucking blog now.

I'm a fucking...

You talk as if I've just got nothing else

going on and I'm just gonna drop everything and help you out.

Don't think so, sweetheart.

Look, I'm not even in town, so... You're such a shit liar.

Have you ever heard of the AOA?

The Altar of Aphrodite?

What have you got yourself into?

Okay, so you have heard of it.

CD Underground's anonymous sex cult. Yeah, I've heard of them.

Meet me in an hour.

Look, Fred, I'm not meeting you, alright? You're meeting me.

Angela, I'm not meet... Angela!

You're late.

I told you I was working, right?

You're lucky I even showed up.

I don't know if anyone's ever told you this, but it's not all about you,

alright? This isn't about me.

Well, who's it about then?

My friend, who's gone missing.

Well, like I said, on the phone, it's a matter for the police.

I already told you I can't fucking contact the police.

Why not?

I was instructed not to.

By who?

My friend.

Gone missing.

Wait, she sounds awfully chatty for a missing person.

Look, I'm not asking for much. Just give me all of the information that you can

and then you can go back to your life and never speak to me again.

Look, I'm sorry, all right? Don't be sorry. Just help me, please.

All right, listen.

This AOA thing, right? It's really difficult to get information on it.

I mean, the only reason I know anything at all is because I had a client a few

years back and he lost his wife to them.

Lost?

They're like this cult, all right?

No one knows how they take on these recruits or members or whatever you want

to call them, but they basically target sexually repressed men and women.

They give them this promise that they're going to break their sexual boundaries

and, you know... freedom from sexual repression anyway this guy comes to me a

few years back and uh his wife's gone missing right he tells me that the

police won't help him so we do some research we find these emails on his

computer now these emails right they're proper graphic like nude pictures of our

really extreme stuff i don't want to get into it but i tried to trace it all

right And it dates back to the 70s, these emails. They're ghost emails, you

know, consistent with that OF hack.

So it's untraceable. This one email in particular showed her whole web browsing

history, all the porn she's been watching, everything. Again, this AOA

keeps coming up. So anyway, it was this big thing, and he hadn't seen his wife

for a few days, and the guy was getting really worried.

And the cops did nothing?

Well, he had this one cop, right, this detective.

He says that he was just giving him the runaround, you know?

I mean, the detective tells him he should just accept the fact that his

wife's left him.

So the husband thinks the police are in on it, you know? I mean, at the time, I

just thought he was being paranoid, but... That's probably why she didn't

want me to contact the cops.

Who knows?

So, what happened to the wife?

Well, she actually does return a week later, right?

Forget that.

The very next day, she came back.

She was gone again.

What the hell?

Yeah.

She comes back home.

She tries to tell him what she remembered, but it was just not enough

for me to go on anything.

Puts her to bed the next day. She's gone. Never to be seen again.

So, what did she remember?

This woman, right?

She, uh... She's a submissive. She's a subservient, all right? And all of a

sudden, she decides she wants to be a doll, right?

So she says she went to this church that's, like, in the middle of nowhere,

and, uh... Did you check out the church?

Of course I checked out the fucking church.

What'd you take me for?

And?

Well, she turns up at this church.

It's pitch black.

And she says all of a sudden these lights go on.

And there's, like, these creepy fucking guys in animal masks looking at her.

So anyway, she tries to deal with the situation.

She tries to get into this femdom character that she wants to be.

I like it.

Are you good with the liquor?

Yeah, you're good.

Fuck.

Oh, yes, fuck.

Fuck, yes, fuck.

Why are you crying?

But it's not working out for her, right? Because she just can't do it. So this

main guy, he just switches it up on her like that and starts dominating her,

doing whatever he wanted to her.

All

these

animal guys in masks are watching on in the meantime, holding court, right?

No, no, no, no, no.

Yeah.

Fucking tight cunt.

foams her, she said.

So she doesn't remember much after that.

And the husband?

Well, the husband, you know, he's still trying.

I mean, I tried to help him, but the track went cold, and last I heard, he

was still trying, but that was like a year ago.

Is there any way I could get a hold of him?

I mean, I think I still have his details, you know, but it was a while

ago, so whether they're current or not, I do not know.

So, I've decided I'm going to try and get in.

Well, it was nice knowing you.

Jesus, you could be a bit more supportive.

Look, Angela, I'm not your fucking man, alright?

You go and do what you think's best, alright? Personally, I think it's a

fucking terrible idea. Think about it.

You already know that two women have went missing, alright? So you do the

math in your head. If you can't do that, you need your fucking head checked.

She's my friend.

Friend. Is that the real reason, Angela?

I think maybe it's because you want to blow the lid on this whole thing and

resuscitate your career.

How dare you even entertain the idea that I would consider my career more

important than my friend's life?

Look, you told me yourself, alright? You don't even know her that well, alright?

And you were responsible for her previous breakup.

Sounds to me like you're guilty. That's why you want to do something about this.

Maybe you need someone to be the voice of reason.

She's probably terrified.

If she's even still alive.

God, are you not scared about this whole thing?

Of course, but someone has to do something.

God, I don't even know why I'm here.

Because I guess I trust you.

Then trust me when I say that this is a terrible idea.

Somebody has to do something.

You realise what this requires, right?

Look, I don't want to see you get hurt, okay?

Excuse me?

You heard me, alright?

Don't make a big thing out about that.

You're still a giant pain in my ass.

But, no, I don't want to see you get hurt or be put in harm's way, alright?

You're unbelievable.

Unbelievable?

Well, excuse me for giving a shit, Angela.

Oh, so now you give a shit about me?

I'm here helping you, am I not?

Barely. Oh my God, you are so ungrateful. You are so annoying.

What was that?

I don't know, maybe I just read that wrong.

Do it again.

What? Before I lose my mind.

Oh, shit.

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

Yes.

Come on. Get up.

Oh my fucking god, yes

I fucking need it. Yes.

Oh, fuck yes. Deep like that.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck yeah.

Oh.

It's me.

Fucking come like that.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God, yeah, I can see it.

Fuck. Oh, my God, it looks so fucking gross on my pussy.

Yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes.

I can't do like that.

I hate him.

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Thank you.

He's stuck on his nipples.

Fuck, yes.

Yes.

Yeah, bite him.

Oh, fuck, yes.

Oh, my God.

Oh,

my God, you're so good. Fuck.

Fucking grammar cookie on your tongue.

inside me.

You fucking cunt like that fuck

Oh, fuck you.

One more time for me.

Do you want to do this?

I have to try.

Right, well, I'll follow you there.

I'll keep my distance.

But if too much time goes by, I'm going in there.

I really appreciate that.

Just be careful, okay?

Slowly.

You

trust

me?

Okay.

Oh, yeah.

Yes. Yes.

fucking point.

No, no, no. You keep fucking crying.

I'll do what you want to

me.

Please, I'm a good girl.

I'll do what you want to me.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God. Fuck, yes. Let me be a fucking good girl for you.

RUN!

I'll get back down there.

I'm a dirty little fucking slut. I'm a dirty little fucking slut. You're a

fucking lover. You're a fucking lover. Yes, yes, yes. You're a fucking lover.

You're a fucking lover. I love that big fat fucking cock. Yes. Yes, I fucking

love it.

That's it. Oh, good girl.

Oh, yes. You just get it fucking done.

That's it. Don't you fucking move. Don't you breathe. Don't you fucking breathe.

Yes, you fucking dirty little slut.

What the fuck was that?

Wow, fuck. Yes, yes.

Put it back in that mouth.

Wow,

fuck.

to be paid.

You know me.

The real me.

It won't be yourself, right?

You're responsible for me being free.