(AUTHOR’S NOTE: Believe it or not, this is a work of fiction, which does not encourage and promote Satanism, genocide, and anything else that’s unlawful and politically incorrect.  You’ll understand what I mean as you read the following story. — J.L.)

   All was dark inside a room that had no windows or doors.  There, the sound of indistinct chatter was heard.  And yet, there were nobody around to hear it, unlike the proverbial tree that eventually falls and is heard, more often than not, by forest creatures.  The people inside it had no idea why they were inside the room, but it wouldn’t be long before they learned the reasons why — to their eventual regret.

   Suddenly, the ceiling lights were turned on, revealing not only a room whose walls, ceiling, and floor were painted blood red, but also four people who were well known by the outside world, but for all the wrong reasons, depending on who you asked.  That is, if a great deal of them actually gave a damn about who they were.  All four people were wearing scarlet-colored jumpsuits and brown-colored boots.  Their hands were behind their backs, their wrists handcuffed; their legs were chained together.  There were no locks on the handcuffs and chains.

   “Hey,” said Barry Spranger, a bespectacled man in his mid-fifties with light brown hair, “Where the hell am I?”

   “You aren’t the only one wondering,” said Birch Armstrong, an somewhat overweight man in his late-fifties with thinning black hair, “The last thing I remember …!”

   “This had better be damn important,” said Dallas Waldorf, a beautiful woman in her late-twenties with long, blond hair, “And besides, these clothes don’t match with my …!”

   “I’ve got news for you,” said Spranger, “You’re not wearing any jewelry.”

   “I’m not?!  I’ve been robbed!”

   “I wish I were back in Sherman Oaks,” said Sadie Montclair, another beautiful woman with long blond hair who was several years younger than Dallas, “I miss Tracy.”

   “All right,” said Armstrong, “What’s the hell going on here?  And where are we?”