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As always, thank ya demonbarber14 for being my beta!

At last, the moment has come! On the 31st of October, it was time for the victims to move into their new home. These victims were eight boys and eight girls, all of them from rich families. They don't know of the fate that is waiting for them in the Rockies. They think they're in a new reality show called Rich Kids that the four storytellers fabricated in order to fool the parents and their children.

Their rules were that in order to be part of the show, the child must be between the ages of 12 to 15, must be in good health, and must have no defects no matter how tiny. The process was much harder then in looked, for instance there was a child about 13 years old and perfect except for the gaped tooth in the middle. As hard as it was to find the perfect victims, it only took three weeks to send them on their way and kill the parents and siblings after the child was taken (don't want anyone questioning their child's whereabouts if they're the concerned type). As of right now I'm not going to go into detail about the victims, eventually you'll get to know them if you plan to stick around. These are their names and their ages:

Harem of Girls

Augustine, 15

Fanny, 14

Zelmire, 15

Sophie, 14

Colombe, 13

Hebe, 12

Rosette, 13

Michette, 12

Harem of Boys

Zelamir, 13

Cupidon, 13

Narcisse, 12

Zephyr, 15

Celadon, 14

Adonis, 15

Hyacinthe, 14

Giton, 12

Now that we have the victims down let's go back to our villains waiting at the Silling mansion. The four Masters and their brides came on the 29th of October to have a view of their new home for the next four months; it took a whole day to view each room. It was a fifty room mansion that was lavishly decorated. Some rooms had many purposes and others had very specific ones (the ones with specific purposes are either underground or they are secret rooms in which you can do your worst). Each one of these rooms had a camera hidden somewhere, except for one secret room that was next to Curvel's bedroom. I will not go further what's inside until later.

On the 30th of October, the four celebrated by drinking excessively with their storytellers. The only ones sober were the brides, they were ordered not to drink.

"One of the many things a wife should deal with is to deal with her husband once he's drunk off is ass," exclaimed the Duke who was halfway drunk at this point. They drank until the party couldn't stand on their own two feet, signifying the party was over. The brides struggled with their husbands and mistresses as they tried to get them back to their chambers. Adelaide was having the worst of it. "Can someone please help me," begged Adelaide, trying so desperately to move both her husband and his mistress/storyteller, Martaine. Julie took her husband's arm over her shoulder; he wasn't as heavy as she thought yet he wasn't exactly light either. Adelaide asked again, "Will someone-"

"Just drag your husband first then drag Martaine the next, it'll make things easier," snapped back Julie. Adelaide scowled at her but, kept her mouth shut as she dragged her husband by the shirt like a body bag. Once Julie and Curvel were out of sight in an elevator from the brides he stood up right without staggering. At first Julie thought he was trying to go for another drink. "Travis, you already had enough."

"I already know I'm drunk but not as drunk as they are," he said pointing at the closed door. True he was tipsy from the champagne and a couple of shots of vodka he had earlier but through the rest of the night he'd been either spitting the shot back in the glass or secretly spilling it in the plant next to him while they weren't looking. Unlike the rest of his friends he liked to keep his mind as clear as possible when it comes to drinking. "There's only been one time I've been drunk off my ass and it was during the worst time of my life," he said, remembering his time in Vietnam.

"What happened?" asked Julie as the elevator door opened to floor six. Curvel only sighed at the memory; it was something he didn't want to tell yet to his wife at least not right now. Julie was led out of the elevator with her husband, not pressing the matter any further. She had a guess that he might have a form of PTSD that he'd had help on for some time and had no interest in seeing him have a severe break down, at least that's what she thought. As for Curvel, he was silent for a completely different reason all together.

Just when they were about to head into their lavishly styled room Julie remembered the storyteller she was suppose to bring up with her husband. "We need to bring Champville," stated Julie, expecting her husband to command her to get the drunk slut from downstairs but, got a shrug from him instead. "We'll get her later. It's not like she's going anywhere. Besides I need to show you something," he said leading her to the picture of the Silling Castle in the Swiss Alps.

"Is that it?" asked Julie, pointing at the picture knowing full well of the infamous castle this mansion was named after. The story goes that four French aristocrats built the castle to experience ultimate pleasure of the most unusual passions one can imagine. Curvel looked up at the dark painting then back at his wife, "Oh no, this isn't it," he said moving the picture to the side. Behind the picture was a room with violet walls. The bed was in the middle with matching colors and black pillows. In the first corner was a bookcase and in the second corner were Julie's stuffed animals in a blue stroller. She thought her father thrown them in the trash after her mother died. Julie eyes went wide with excitement as her whole insides became filled with joy she hadn't felt in a long time once she set eyes on the bear with a pointy hat, black cat, unicorn, and penguin.

"Merlin, Kitty, Peggy Sue, Tuxedo, you're all here!" exclaimed Julie, happily hugging the four stuffed animals. They smelt like Febreze and old wood, they'd been hiding in Curvel's basement for sometime. Curvel bent beside Julie, who was giving each toy a kiss like a mother to her children. His smile began to falter as he caught a tear rolling down her cheek. "Why you crying, darling?" he asked as he swept the tear away with his finger. As kind as the gesture was it ended up with Julie's flooding with tears left unshed for years.

"I don't know! I'm just happy to see they're not alone in a fill with the others!" cried Julie, remembering the other toys that she had, all of them being stuffed into a plastic trash bag and her begging her father not to throw them away. The response was a kick to the stomach and a sneer, "It's time to grow up, silly girl!" She remembered watching the next day with sorrowful horror as the dump truck poured them inside, the crunching noise it made her want to scream. She was only eight at the time.

Curvel pulled Julie closer to him, running his fingers through her hair. "It's ok, we have four months," he said knowing the real purpose of the room. This room wasn't built to satisfy unusual pleasures but to regain what was taken from them as children: humanity. After a while of comforting Julie asked out of the blue, "Why do they have to be 12 to 15?"

"What?"

"The victims, why do they have to be that age? You said you were going to give me a reason for that." Julie waited for his answer. The moment of silence suggested he was not going to answer like, that day in Vietnam, but was taken aback by his reason.

"They're the age of discovery and reason, at least that's what I told your father."

"So what's the real reason," asked Julie, putting the toys back in the stroller.

"They've reached a proper age of escaping, at least mentally to a better time in their childhood. Now that's if they've been raised in a loving home," said Curvel, remembering a time before he lost his innocence at twelve. Unlike the other three he had an actual childhood. Julie's mouth opened then closed, she had an idea what her husband was talking about and let the subject drop. "Should we get Champville from down stairs?" asked Julie, Curvel nodded then the couple went downstairs to get the drunk still lying on the floor. Now let's fast forward back to Halloween.

The Harems came to the Silling Mansion in the evening in two limousines, one for the boys, and the other for the girls. Both parties buzzed in excitement, their minds in a semi-daydream of becoming famous like Real Life or Jersey Shore. Reality didn't hit until they got out of the limos. The excited chatter they had earlier had suddenly quieted once they saw all their things (clothes, jewelry, cellphones, etc.) piled up in a heap drenched in the smell of gasoline. At this time confusion set in with fear slowly rising to the top once the Four Masters stepped out of the mansion.

Julie and the other three wives watched the beginnings of the horror from the balcony on the sixth floor. It's almost like a play thought Julie once the fuckers and storytellers joined the Masters. By then her father gave a speech.

"As of right now you might be asking yourselves why your personal things are heaped in a pile and where the gasoline might be coming from. Well the answer for all of you is that we are going to burn all those things because you won't need them from now on. As of today you are no longer a person, you are now a property of the four of us and we will do whatever we please with you. Don't expect rescue or to escape. No body knows you exist and no one is going to care, not even your family or friends. As for what is expected of you-" one of the boys tries to run away but gets shot in the leg by the Duke. The boy howls in pain and is dragged back by one of the fuckers. He is the first to be stripped of his clothes.

"As I was saying, what we expect from you is to be as submissive as possible. We most preferably want the ass but if any of us request anything else from you then you shall happily give it to us. Do not expect us to be merciful, we will not give in to your charms or be moved by your tears. There is no hope for you except to die young." The Duke reached into his pocket for the matchbox then went to the pile. Once all the clothes of the harem was stripped and put in a pile with the rest, the Duke took out a match. "We are not Edward Cullen. We are not Christian Grey," he said, striking the match against the box. The tiny flame became an inferno as it dropped into the pile. The Four Masters looked like demons with the fire behind them.

"We are the real Masters of the Universe and you will bow down before us," roared the Duke and the harem bowed out of fear. By this time it was fully dark and the horror had begun.