The two large wooden doors slowly and silently opened before me, then I felt myself moving forward into the dimly lit room. The walls were very vague in the dim light, as were the floor and ceiling. At the center, however, there was a large black triangular table with two high backed chairs on each side. The chairs for the side directly in front of me were empty, but the other four all had their backs turned to me, and the dim light made it impossible to see if they were occupied.

I suddenly felt someone standing beside me, and I was startled and relieved to find it was the younger version of myself from my dream.

My other self was looking back at me, then glanced towards the two empty chairs which were obviously meant for us... er mes... you know what I mean.

I walked up and we sat down and turned to face the table. All the chairs turned at the same time, and I found myself sitting with..

"Me, myself, I and.. Me again?" I said, surprised.

On left side of the table sat two more mes, one sitting straight in his chair with a look of intelligence on my.. his face, while the other sat comfortably in his chair showing an ever changing array of emotions on his face.

The two on my right were... well, nude, aroused, and openly masturbating in our presence. One was much larger in the dick department and had a masculine build that was slightly better than I physically had been able to obtain thus far. The other was more like what I had been before my time in the weight room started to pay off, but he seemed more... feminine than I would have liked to see an image of myself display, especially in his movements.

"So... What's up, dudes?" I said sitting back in my chair and putting my feet on the table.

"Heh. I'm up." my better endowed version of me said.

"We can see that," my brainy looking version said.

"Who called this meeting, anyway?" my emotional self said curiously.

"He did," my feminine self said pointing at my younger self beside me.

"You did?" I asked myself. "Why?"

"I had to make sure everyone was in agreement," he simply stated.

"In agreement. About.."

"About what we need to do, what we want to do, and what we might want to do."

"Oh, that tells us a lot, doesn't it," my emotional self said angrily.

"Actually, it makes perfect sense," my brainy self said.

"Look, asshole," my macho self said, "Why don't you just stop playing the games and just tell me what I mean."

"Excuse me," I said confused. "Since I've never been to one of these meetings before, could someone tell me who the hell all of you are and why I'm here?"

"You already know how we are, just not who you are," my intelligence said. "You're the conscious part of Tim. You are the servant and the master of the rest of us. You are always being controlled by one or more of us, but only you decide which one and for how long."

"Okay... That explains me. You're my brains, you're my emotions, and those two are my.... er, sexualities or something? Then who are you?" I asked my younger version.

"I'm your conscience, or subconscious self."

"Oh. Uhm, nice to meet you," I said uncertainly. "So what is it you want to agree on?"

"In no order of importance, what I am going to do about Joey, Suzi, Michael, Penny, David, Melissa, mom, the rest of the people being auctioned off, and... Huh. I guess that's all for the moment."

"Shit," I said with everyone agreeing with me.

"Well, if Emotion is up to it," my intelligence began, "I believe with the twins help we could reverse the effects on all of them. The question is who first?"

"Suzi!" my macho self yelled at the same time as my feminine self yelled "Joey!"

"Well, we have two votes," I said. "What about you Emotion? You're going to be doing most of the work."

"I... I... I'm so torn.." he said, switching back and forth from a frown and a smile. "I think... Suzi would be easier, but Joey might need it more."

"I agree with Emotion," Intelligence said when I glanced at him. "Joey seems to be getting worse as time goes on. He should be made the priority. Then if it fails on him the first time, we should try Suzi then attempt Joey again."

I looked at my conscience, but he said, "I do not have an opinion here. I only give advice when the others can not, or when they are advising something that violates what is right. However I would like to point out that Michael's condition is also unknown, and that he may already unable to be woken up.

"And the fact that the auction has finally started, we will not have a better chance to interfere or prevent the others being sold. Penny and David are to be sold along with... Just a moment..."

He turned his chair and was out the door in a flash. I barely looked over at the others for their reaction before he returned and said, "We have another problem. I just checked with the outside world and found that Melissa is still considered to be a slave. And worse yet, she has been bought by Patrick, and he has already taken control of her mind."

"I guess THAT is our first priority," I said, looking over at the others. "Is it agreed?"

The room went pitch black and moments later I found myself laying on my back.

I opened my eyes to find the familiar look of a cell's glowing white ceiling above me and the familiar humming in my ears.

"I guess that was a yes," I muttered sitting up.

I made my way to where the auction was being held at, stopping a few times along the way to rest to keep myself from passing out again. I cursed myself for not having used the wheelchair, then cursed myself out again for not getting dressed when I realized only slaves would be nude.

I managed to hitch a ride on the back of a firmly built man-slave when he crossed my path. He had been on his way to join his mistress in the hall where the auction was being held, so it wasn't like I was keeping him from his duties, just slowing him down a little.

His mind was so firmly controlled and programmed, I couldn't tell if there was anything left of the original man's personality. As I probed into his mind for memories of his true life, I found he had been enslaved by a woman he was raping in a park one night. Apparently his raping had triggered the woman's discovery of her abilities and had since then been the recipient of many raping before she had completely taken his mind.

The slave's mind also had some useful information about the auction. Like who to see to check who was sold to whom and the like. Also, I found that the buyers weren't using money to purchase the slaves. Everyone was given an equal amount of credits to use, making the auction into a kind of game of wits and deviousness rather one of financial resources.

Apparently they were enjoying themselves tremendously. Laughter and friendly chatter was all we could hear as we approached the great hall. Before we entered, I got off the man's back and sent him on in, taking a look around through his eyes while physically staying out of sight.

Not that I got that good of a look before being cut off. No sooner than I had seen that there were at least fifty people in there, I felt the eyes of several of them fall upon my spy and felt probes tracing my own mental connection with him back to me. I braced myself for their attack, knowing they would break through my shield and take me over no matter what I did, but figured I should at least give them a fight.

The attack did indeed begin, but suddenly it stopped before my defenses had fallen and I heard them laughing right before someone called my name.

I hesitated, feeling ashamed at being caught at spying on them, and for once I was embarrassed about my nudity. But the greatest reason I didn't want to go in there was I was afraid it was some kind of trap.

But then I recognized the Inquisitor's voice being the one who was calling my name again, the firmness of his voice sounding almost like a dare for the others to say or do something, made me lose my momentary vanity for my nudity and walked in.

It was very weird walking in under the eyes of so many telepaths. I could feel probes constantly being formed and aborted, and my empathic senses told me the members were either feeling impatience for being interrupted, or extreme feelings of lust and desire to take me as their prize.

The members who would have loved to have broken through my barriers, taken my mind and body to toy with were all restrained to do so by the Inquisitor's presence and verbal order. None of them dared to cross him, even though their combined attack would have certainly been more than enough to overpower him as well.

But the last time members had revolted against each other like that, they were nearly all destroyed by the resulting war, and since the Cabal was formed to protect themselves from such unpleasant events, they simply restrained their lust and dark pleasures, gaining the satisfaction of letting me know how easily I could have been theirs.

It was while I walked the final steps towards the Inquisitor that I realized how pitifully weak I was compared to them. I had been comparing my own powers and skills to that of my father's and mother's, but I could see that while I certainly wasn't defenseless, I was no match for anyone in that room, let alone two or more of them.

So as I sat down next to my friend and protector, I felt defeated, completely helpless to do what I had come here to do. Not one of them would consider my feelings or words to have any merit unless I could somehow gain their respect. And from the sounds of their laughter and belittling stares, I knew I didn't have an ounce of respect from anyone but the one who was telling me I shouldn't have come.

I watched as a woman was brought in and the members half heatedly bid on her while she stood there shivering in fear. And when I felt her eyes fall upon mine, I shuddered as I felt every ounce of innocent soul beg me to help her. All I could do was to share the heart ripping feelings of regret and sorrow with her, then watched her eyes lose it's energy as her new master altered her mind to his liking.

I could feel the darkening of her soul, the dulling of her life and spirit as she lost her fear and became his ever loving sexual beast, wishing nothing more than to swallow the cum and other bodily juices of anyone who requests it.

Paralyzed by some kind of internal need to see what fate these people were to have, I sat there and watched three more people lose what little free will they had left, and finally couldn't take it anymore. As the mid thirty-year old man lost his gentle nature that I had felt the moment he had entered the room, I felt the knot in my chest twist and bind so tight that I had to close my eyes and gasp.

My gasp was echoed by everyone in the hall as the knot finally pulled itself out and unraveled inside me. My stomach revolted and tried to purge its contents while people all around me started to get upset.

I managed to contain the escape of my earlier meal, only to find myself at the center of a lot of people's anger. Without the Inquisitor having to say so, I quickly gathered myself up and got the hell out of there.

I don't remember it happening, but the next thing I knew I was in bed with Suzi after apparently passing out somewhere. Suzi was awake studying my face, and as soon as I opened my eyes I found her closing in for a kiss.

That kiss brought something I had been trying not to think about to the front of my mind. I knew what I had to do to save anyone else from losing their free will and souls, but first I had to free my two lovers, beginning with my loving Suzi who was already attempting to mount me.

My emotions were overflowing my mind and body, my fear, my anger, my grief mixing together while my love for Suzi never wavered. All my bottled emotions and bundled feelings, all of the heartache and pain, everything I had been experiencing the past few months started to flare and grow beyond anything I had ever felt before.

The lust and need I had been sensing from Suzi was quickly lost in the sea of emotion I as emitting, as were all the rest of my senses as everything became nothing, and nothing became everything.

I felt great voids of emotions being filled while mountains of other emotions weathered away. I had no control over what was happening, and while I was in this state I had no real conscious ability to think.

I was only aware of the expulsion of emotions I had built up within me, never sensing Suzi's consciousness being blasted by the backwash of this feat.

But then there was another presence within the ocean of emotion. A strong and powerful presence, one that I felt swoop me up into a kind of emotional embrace.

The presence focused my mind and provided the means to narrow my emotions outpour to a finely controlled beam. Without any need to instruct me, I used that beam like a fire hose, focusing it onto the jagged wastelands of Suzi's being.

The more I blasted away, the more I saw how emotionally devastated she would be. I knew this was the way to free her, but all I seemed to be doing was making things worse. But the presence continued to focus me on my task, driving me, even somewhat forcing me to continue my seemingly destructive acts.

Then while accidentally aiming it at a valley instead of the crumbling mountains, a crack of light appeared. I began steadily working to widen the crack, but found the mountains too great to simply burrow underneath.

The beam suddenly jerked with the added power of hope, and while I struggled to control the incredibly strong beam, the mountain closest to the glowing crack got sliced into three.

The larger the crack became the more my hope powered the beam, until finally the crack was no longer a crack, but a vast gap between the disintegrating mountains. The presence began to pull away while I was blasting those remaining obstructions with powerfully destructive sweeps. I found the beam starting to widen and weaken, and just before I could blast the very last of it away, the presence was gone and my emotions flashed out around me in a pulse without focus, and therefore didn't do a god damn thing.

I suddenly was aware of my cock releasing a surge of semen that should have been impossible to achieve without the aid of the drink. All of my awareness returned to the powerful orgasm we were both having, then collapsed on top of her, feeling emotionally numb and physically exhausted.

The only reason I didn't allow my tired body to fall into the long sleep it desired was the greater desire to get to Joey and free him before making the deal of my life.

But I couldn't even move off of Suzi, let alone somehow crawl who knows how far to get to Joey's cell. And without the presence's help...

A pair of hands touched my back at that moment, and as I struggled to open my eyes to see who was there, I felt the presence telling me I had done well.

The crotch and lower belly I saw was unmistakably belonged to one of the two senior twins. I was shocked to realize that the presence who had helped me had not been one, but two, perfectly in sync with each other to the point they were virtually identical.

I felt them trying to ease me into sleep, and no sooner had I started to attempt resisting them, I found myself being washed away by wonderful warm feelings that made me give them my trust and love instantly and completely.

My mind quickly sank into a deep sleep with the presence filling my heart and soul with a deep feeling of loyalty and unconditional love. In my dreams I felt the reordering of my mind to make the preservation of their secrets and power the up most priority. They created subconscious programs based on emotions that would shroud the knowledge from any telepath or mute, or at least anyone who wasn't an empath. Those same programs would cause my immediate insanity and generate the desire to commit suicide if there was a chance of someone uncovering the information I had gained.

But while I was completely at their mercy and control, the need to get to Joey constantly plagued their tasks, and finally the beast within me came out of its hidden cave deep inside my complex mind and flared its nostrils again.

The twins suddenly felt the emotions they were using to manipulate me being thrown back in their face, reflected by my own empathic abilities matching their outputs with my own.

They immediately sent my beast flying back to his cave with his tail between his legs. But because no one had ever been able to resist them even momentarily like that, they finished their protection programming and did not attempt to enslave me to their master like they had been intending to do.

I awoke even more tired than I had before falling asleep, but managed to swallow the familiar bubble gum smelling liquid being served to me by Honey. I struggled to stay awake after I had finished consuming the three glasses of drink, but then awoke to the feeling of my hardon crying out to be fucked.

I found myself outside Joey's cell alone, and managed to notice the door was open through the haze of lust. Feeling the call of my mistresses, I obeyed their call simply because I was too horny not to, and found Joey out of his strait jacket and already deeply under Joy's mind wiping fuck.

The lust to fuck Joy's slow pumping ass overwhelmed me, but before I reached the position behind her, Honey and her two other sisters diverted me with their call of amplified lust.

My entire being focused into the head of my dick, and I felt like it was pulling the rest of me towards the cunt waiting between Honey's spread legs. An incredible surge of energy passed through my mind and body when my plug was inserted into her socket, and I was temporarily blinded by the resulting sparks of pleasure.

Lust and sexual desire was flooding my mind, and the pressure it exerted was growing by leaps and bounds. I could feel the two younger twins were doing this to me, aiding the powerful effects of the drink. I was fucking raping Honey's vagina and mouth, but they continued to increase my sexual needs.

The pressure.. OH the pressure I felt. It was like my entire body was filling up with the spunk I was getting ready to release, the need to release becoming all the more powerful, but for some reason I couldn't get it to flow.

But then I felt something give, and I suddenly found myself in the altered perception of the valleys and mountains of Joey's emotional plain. But the mountains here were several orders of magnitude greater than Suzi's had been, and as I felt my emotions being focused by Honey's presence, I watched Joy's powerful beam working to blast away the very tip of a mountain seemingly several miles up.

(I must note that I'm using physical terms for something that has no physical representations. The image I'm describing is simply the nearest analogy I could come up with without going into very complex and unneeded detail. There are no images to describe, for everything I sensed was purely emotional, not visual.)

The difference between what I had done with Suzi and what we had to do for Joey... Well, if they were balls, one would be the size of a golf ball while the other was the size of the moon. I would have laughed from just the sheer magnitude of what we were trying to do if I hadn't been so God damn horny.

Grief arose from the feelings of despair, and from that arose guilt, and then anger. The pulse from that anger caused Honey's focusing to undo, and while I started becoming angrier and hornier, Honey found herself unable to control me any further.

The emotions I had felt before with Suzi started flowing out again, but my anger and lust continued to build even faster than before, and they started to overload my ability to transmit them.

I only slightly felt the twins fear and indecision as my emotions started running away, knowing they were missing their chance at helping Joey while possibly losing me as well.

The fear they had felt caused a ripple in my emotions, and for just a moment I was able to focus and push my emotions out faster.

But when that blast made a hole straight through the base of the mountain Joy had been working on, all four girls concentrated on using their emotional control on me to make my emotions surge in waves. With each wave I was able to focus it into a sort of directed pulse before screaming from its intensity burning my mind. Scream after scream, pulse after pulse, I destroyed the mountains and the ground underneath. As soon as a single growing crack sprung up, I felt the full power of hope surging through me at last.

The twins made that hope pulse faster and faster, reducing the pain without diminishing its power. I was able to focus it into a obliterating beam that evaporated everything in its wake.

The twins suddenly cut off their assistance when I had wiped the last trace of Joey's emotional corruption, and as my dick finally released the incredibly painful amount of semen, I screamed once more, but this time out of joy as much as from pain.

"Pain!" I gasped the next moment. "In PAIN herE!" I cried, feeling the insides of my dick on fire.

I literally ran around the room in circles, trying to escape the burning pain in my favorite digit, finally tripping on the collapsed form of Honey and bringing my attention back to the present situation.

"Damn," I said, realizing I was the only one awake. "I wonder why I'm not half dead from exhaustion?"

After checking on the twins and Joey, I found my clothes from earlier and put them on, then went to check Suzi. She was still asleep, and after stalling another few minutes with her, kissing her good bye and the like, I made my way back to the auction hall.

Like a toy whose batteries were running down, I felt the exhaustion seep into me as I walked. I realized the drink had been given me the energy to keep going until then, but I was quickly succumbing to the effects of giving two empathic mind wipes.

Time. I just needed a little more time. I racked my sleepy brain for something, anything to keep me functional for a little while longer, and finally remembered something about the laboratory there and some of the drugs they had on hand. After spending several precious minutes getting through the tight security which had been set up there, I managed to find what I needed, and had a guard prepare and inject the solutions into me.

As the mixture of stimulants and the experimental drug that they would have later used on Joey to increase his telepathic powers entered my bloodstream, I started perking up almost immediately. And my telepathic sense nearly doubled in their range by the time I reached the auction hall and skipped inside.

I had come during their lunch break, and while I visually scanned the crowd for my target, I found several of the newly acquired slaves were being tried out by their new masters and mistresses.

When I found Patrick, I immediately surged with anger as he held Melissa's head as she sucked him. My probe of her mind revealed nothing left of the woman I had just help create, but before I could process this fully, Patrick lashed out at my audacity to probe his slave.

"Child, go back to your mother! You are not welcome here," he said coldly.

"I'm not a child, and I'm not leaving until you all hear me out," I said calmly.

"Go away, boy... No one wished to feel your weak stomach," a woman said while a very pale and hairless man handed her drink to her.

"Yes. Go before you wet your pants from what I'm going to do to your old cellmate," Patrick said as he thrusted his cock deep into her throat.

"God, you're pathetic," I said walking up to him with my eyes locked on his. "Why don't you just try and make me leave, huh? You think you're so great and powerful.."

"Careful, boy. Your Nanny isn't here to protect you," another member sneered.

"I don't need him to protect me," I said sending a simple pulse of energy out that everyone in the room felt through their barriers. Of course that was all I could do through their mental barriers because no one bothers to block something that can't do any harm. But it did get everyone's attention.

"Eww," a woman with three small boys serving her lunch said. "Looks like someone needs a little lesson in manners."

"Manners? This is from someone who not three second ago farted without caring who hears or smelt it. I'm here to make a deal."

"A DEAL!" another man yelled while half the crowd snickered and returned to their meals.

"Yes, a deal," I said as I blanketed the entire room with the command to spill whatever they were holding on the nearest master or mistress.

While the commands never made it through any of the members' mental barriers, nearly all of them had either found their lunch in their laps or their drinks on their faces. It only took them moments to react, and that's when the attacks on my mind started.

"You're all a bunch of fucking losers," I said, feeling my drug reinforced shields holding. "Do you really think I'm stupid enough to come in here making trouble without making sure I could keep my mind and skin afterwards? I'm here to talk business. Stop dicking around with me and we can get this over with."

"Oh, let me guess. You want your friends released, and plan to beg the mercy of the Cabal to let them go. I'm sorry, but I'm very fond of this bitch, and I don't think Enelsa or Bridgeton will want to let their two new slave go either."

"Fuck no!" Bridgeton yelled. "This fucken pregnant bitch is a thoroughbred slave. Look at this!" he said as he grabbed Penny and held her out in front of him. Anxious to please her master, Penny immediately prepared herself for his cock to enter his ass, then moaned with such incredible pleasure, my dick went hard in an instant.

"See? I didn't even program her to do that!" Bridgeton yelled with glee as he fucked her willing ass.

"What about David?" I asked, not seeing him anywhere.

"Enelsa, where's your muscle bound toy?" Patrick said with a devious smile.

"I sent him out to have his nipples and ears pierced, of course," the butch looking woman who had interrogated me earlier said. "I wouldn't dream of giving him up without hearing him scream in my deep dark dungeon," she said with an evil smile.

Just then, my father and the Inquisitor walked in, and I internally groaned when they apparently were there to see me.

"Tim, what the hell do you think you are doing?" my father asked.

"I'm here to make a deal. Isn't that what you did? Make a deal with all these devils to try and save me? Except I'm going to give them something they want even more than a few pathetic slaves to add to their collections."

Patrick snorted, then said, "Like you have anything anyone of us would want."

I turned back to him and said, "I have another entry for your little auction. The price to even bid will be the restoring and release of any of the other slaves from this auction, and to agree to make no attempt to reenslave them afterwards.

"Then when everyone has reached the maximum amount of credits they have in the bidding, you will have to start pulling your credits together. That means you will have to be pulling each others strings, either trusting or tricking each other until someone finally has the most credits and wins the prize."

"And what is this prize worth that much trouble," Patrick said annoyed.

"Me."

"YOU!" he said with a laugh while the room broke out into heavy discussion. "WHY would ANYONE want to go through all that trouble?"

"Because I can do something nobody else here can," I said as I opened an empathic connection upon him and started lowering him into a force hypnotic state without uttering a word.

The Inquisitor's hand grasped my shoulder and said firmly, "Stop what you are doing to him, or I'll have to do it myself."

"Do what you have to do, but you know I'm not going to hurt him," I said with some effort.

"Tim..." my father said with a warning edge to his voice.

I ignored the fact that the Inquisitor's hand had not left my shoulder as I continued to lower Patrick into the deepest trance I was capable of forcing an unwilling person into. Once I had him there, I immediately reversed the process and woke him up without having suggested a thing.

"Patrick, are you okay?" the Inquisitor said when Patrick snapped to.

"I'm not sure," he replied a bit groggily. "What did you do to me?"

"I hypnotized you," I said daring him to look in my eyes again. "I could have planted post hypnotic suggestions and made you do things without thinking about it. But obviously I didn't."

The mumble of the crowd started to get louder, and I could feel people were starting to take my bait.

"Tim, this has gone far enough. You're not going to sell yourself into slavery, and that's that," my father said loudly.

"Where's mom?" I asked, suddenly realizing I would have done this without even explaining anything to her.

"She and Gladius are trying to wake Michael," he replied. "Now tell them you're not serious and come with me quietly or I'll.."

When he left the sentence hanging like that, I had to look over at him and see his astonished face.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Nothing.. Or.. My father and I had a similar conversation before he left the mansion for the last time. I didn't go with him, and I never saw him again. Tim, please... for Sam's and my sake, just let it go and come back to the room with me?"

"I'm sorry, dad. I really am. But I can't just let these people.." I said, stopping when I suddenly felt a stabbing pain in my head.

I closed my eyes and relaxed, and found it fading as quickly as it had come.

I quickly turned towards Patrick and said, "Well? Do we have a deal?"

"No!," my dad yelled. "Patrick, you can't take him serious like this! He's not well, and he's only a.."

"I AM NOT A CHILD!" I exploded, then had to clutch my head from the resulting rush of pain going through my head.

But again pain quickly subsided. I looked up at Patrick, who hadn't moved or spoken a word, just sat there deep in thought.

Finally, as a servant brought another prepared meal to replace the one that had been dumped, Patrick said, "Does any bidding member object to proposal by Mr. Timothy Brandton?"

There were a few questions, and several people had no intention of losing the slaves they had. My head kept having momentary flashes of pain, but while my father yelled and screamed at me, I restated it had to be all of them, and if necessary the others should concentrate on convincing them.

Talk about an uproar. Several of the Cabal members started out right yelling at each other, and while I struggled against my father's attempt to physically remove me from the hall, Gladius entered and demanded what was going on.

"This is none of your concern, Gladius," Patrick bellowed over the noise. "ORDER! I CALL ORDER, GOD DAMN IT! ANYONE WHO DOESN'T SHUT THE FUCK UP WILL BE REMOVED FROM THE HALL!"

After repeating the order three times, the room finally quieted down.

"Again. Is there any bidding member who objects?"

"Objects to what?," Gladius asked my father.

"Tim is trying to trade himself for.. for the damn slaves they have been auctioning. And if we don't get him the hell out of here, I think he just might convince them to do it!" he said trying to drag me out.

If I hadn't have been struggling with the pain in my head, I wouldn't have let him pull me nearly to the doors. But then it didn't matter, for it appeared the members had nearly come to an agreement and before my dad could get me out, the doors were shut and locked.

"One last time.." Patrick said to the others. "Now is there any bidding member who objects?"

"Patrick, I forbid this trade to take place," Gladius said with a firm and powerful voice.

"You forbid?" Patrick said as he laughed and nearly choked on his drink. "You have no position within the Cabal. Go back to your little girls and let us conduct our business."

Gladius turned towards the rest of them, and as his two senior twins appeared from almost nowhere to stand on each side of him, he said, "I forbid any and all of you to allow this trade to proceed any further. If you allow this Voice to be enslaved and sold, you would be lighting the fuse of a bomb that will explode in all of your faces."

Several people started to argue against his claim of doom, so he responded with," I remind you that he is the reason we are all here. If his parents have gone through this much trouble to get him back, what do you think would happen if he is enslaved by another Cabal member? You would have to enslave them as well. Does anyone need for me to remind them of the consequences of enslaving another member like that?"

The silence afterwards he took as a no, so he grunted and nodded his head once before turning and walked out of the room without saying another word.

Apart from the noise of servants clearing their master's plates and glasses, the hall remained rather quiet. Or at least until the pain in my head surged beyond just being a distraction and I nearly made everyone jump when I screeched out in pain.

I swore it felt like someone had stabbed me in the head, and as the knife twisted a little more, the little bit of self control I had against screaming was lost in the rush of pain.

My dad and others were all trying to ask me what was wrong, and as the virtual blade paused in its twisting, I managed to gasp out, "Side effects of the drug I tooOOK!" then let out another screech of pain.

I managed to pass on to my dad I had a small syringe in my pocket with an antidote to the drug's side effects. He immediately dug it out, finding it safely protected inside a metal box I had found and stuck it in.

It took several minutes for the drug to ease my pain, and while my telepathic sense started to double again, my father realized I had tricked him. While it had stopped the pain for the moment, it wouldn't last as long as the first dose, and I would probably be in a lot more pain when it did wear off. But I couldn't think of anything else I could do, and this gave me another chance to think of something to stop the auction and get everyone back.

My mom came in and started bawling me out, and dad started up where he left off and helped her any way he could. They literally wouldn't give me any peace of mind to think of anything but defending my actions, and all too soon I felt the first flicker of pain through my head.

And then I noticed the next slave to be was brought in, and I cried out no when I saw it was just a little girl, one of Steven's cousins who had not done a thing to anyone.

My mother slapped me hard when I tried to get up and interfere, and I was so stunned by that I couldn't even react before my head throbbed with a bigger surge of pain. And by the time I recovered, the bidding on the little girl had finished and she stood there calling for her mother, not knowing she was about to forget everything she ever knew.

I held my breath, expecting her sobbing to stop at any moment, but after a minute or two had gone by, her sobs had stopped, and the crowd starting making jokes.

Then suddenly the joking stopped and I felt panic quickly rise in its place. And finally there was shouts, and my mom and dad stood up to try and determine what was going on.

I heard strange shuffling noises as the excited and panicked voices started to quiet down. When I heard my mom gasp, I opened my eyes in time to see my mom and dad fall to their knees and started to blubber like babies.

Panic filled my mind, followed by the first stabbing of the invisible knife. But when I had a moment of relief from the pain, I opened my eyes long enough to see Melissa comforting the little girl, then her eyes met mine as I started to scream again.

The pain didn't let up until long after I was too weak to even groan. Hell, it was a chore just to keep breathing. The damn stimulants I had taken prevented me from escaping into the blissful numbness of unconsciousness. But when the pain finally began to ease up, the stimulants had finally worked themselves out, and so I gratefully passed out before the pain could change its mind or for someone to take that chance and send me to loony land like everyone else had been all around me.