THE CIRCLE

The next day, I was eager to tell her, so in the afternoon, I made my way to her house. I didn't even know who owned the house; I just hoped to find her there. This time, I walked the long way to her house to arrive there relaxed and composed. Before pressing the doorbell, I took several deep breaths. I heard the chime and a few moments later, her uncle opened the door for me. The uncle greeted me at the door, welcomed me inside, and said, "Come in, I could tell you were hungry. Your breakfast had been ready for a while now, and everyone was waiting for you." I couldn't help but wonder how they knew I was coming. The uncle led me into the large living room and talked nonstop, not letting me speak.

"Of course we knew you were coming today. We read it in your book. We also knew that you hadn't been doing well in the meantime. Sit down and eat first," he said.

They seemed to know more about me than I did because they knew my future or believed they did. But only I knew that wasn't for sure. They were not superior to me; I was eager to tell them about it. Here they were gathered again. Why did they value my presence? So it wasn't a secret love of the mysterious beautiful woman that I had to thank for arranging our last meeting. I wanted to leave them in the beautiful illusion of immortality for a few more minutes and deliver my message after eating. A light snack was served, and we started eating together. The atmosphere was very serious, almost oppressive. The first bite almost got stuck in my throat as I thought about leaving them in an illusion of immortality for a day longer. But what if someone had been foretold death or some other terrible experience?.

My information would likely come as a relief for them. I had to say it right away! As I was about to speak, the master suddenly snapped at me, as if he could read my thoughts.

"You are a person of little faith," his words spat out like venom, each syllable laced with disdain and bitterness. The accusation hung in the air like a sword, slashing through any semblance of peace.

"I have translated accurately for you, and you have experienced all that was intended for you. However, you are too focused on superficial and materialistic things to recognize when you lose the essential elements that supported you. You have lost something vital - your hope, your understanding of your own strength and superiority. Now you are in a pitiful state and have no clue. You suspected us of incompetence."

Six pairs of eyes looked at me with disapproval and contempt.

I wanted to defend myself and say something in my defense. But what could I say? He was right! I could barely ask why he thought I was in a pitiful state. Did I truly want an answer to my question though? Definitely! I understood what he meant, but I wanted to be sure.

The uncle intervened calmly and explained that the library master reacted sensitively because he thought I had accused him of mistranslating the tablet. If a librarian misinterpreted a faith tablet, it inevitably led to the loss of his highly honored position. The uncle asked me not to insist on an answer, which would hurt my pride.

Despite the quasi-apology for the master's reprimand, I felt offended, especially because Jessica was there. I became angry and boiled with inner rage.

"Okay, maybe I was wrong about the accuracy of the prediction on the tablet. But to belittle me like that and call me miserable had gone too far," I declared, my voice laced with fury. "Why and how was I miserable?" I demanded, fixing them with a piercing gaze.

"I want to know, I really want to know!" I challenged, staring them down with intensity.

"Show me," I demanded, anger palpable in my tone.

"Did you hear? Show me!" I thundered, the words echoing off the walls as my anger reached its peak.

My whole body shook with emotions as I awaited their response.

"You all heard it," the uncle looked around, and everyone nodded in agreement. "Come with me to the basement," he said to me. We all went down the cellar stairs. Now they would show me the library. I had provoked them so much that they would initiate me into their secrets. I was extremely curious...

The uncle opened a heavy steel door, a fire door, and we entered a sparsely furnished room with white walls and neon lighting. The door closed by itself. One of the men turned the key on the inside and removed it and put it away. Before I could wonder about it, the uncle slapped me twice in the face with his open hand. Two resounding slaps were the last thing I expected...

"If you say a word, you will receive such a beating that you will never recover from it in your lifetime," he said. I felt no pain. I was just completely stunned. I wouldn't have known what to say anyway. The surprise made me unable to protest as two of the men grabbed my arms behind my back and tied my hands together. I was paralyzed. They tied my feet as well...

Now I stood before them: helpless, bound, and intimidated. One of them took out a huge butcher knife and played with it around me. I felt uneasy. What did they want? I couldn't believe they would kill me... No deep down inside, something told me otherwise

He slid the blade under my shirt, slit it open, and let the cold metal glide over my skin. He tore my shirt completely apart. With my bare chest exposed, I allowed things to happen to me that I was defenseless against. He took off the belt from my pants and struck me with it on my back, not hard enough to hurt. It was an erotic feeling to be seen by those around me in my helpless state. The sexual element became more powerful by the moment. Now I knew what they wanted from me: sex! They were perverts.

Any last doubt vanished when they ripped off my pants. I dared not say anything. He kept running his knife over my neck and chest repeatedly. Surprisingly, I became very excited, no longer afraid. When the last remnants of my clothing fell victim to the knife, everyone stood still around me staring at my naked body. Even then, my penis had swelled up and I felt very ashamed about it.

I couldn't later claim that this form of sexuality didn't appeal to me. I couldn't claim that these men and this woman were perverse when I myself felt arousal during this game. In any case, I couldn't pretend that this perversion was not disgraceful. My erection grew stronger. My penis must have been huge.

Four strong men grabbed me and placed me on a bed. There were leather straps attached to this bed. One was placed around my neck. I lay on my back unable to move now. They lifted me up more without strangling me. They tightened another strap around my stomach. A band was placed on each ankle so that after the original foot restraint was released, my legs would be fixed at a specific angle. The strong men's hands on my naked body increased my pleasure. I gasped with excitement and found it thrilling to be watched. They took pictures of me. I could hardly bear the immense tension anymore. My cock was about to burst from the blood filling it at any moment. The man with the knife started insulting me. He called me a perverted, horny pig. A gay pig. Someone as horny as I have to be punished full of lust.

I awaited blows. Yes, I looked forward to getting more belt lashes. I twitched and moaned. With each flash of light, I got a new surge of hormones. Jessica photographed me. She took pictures of my face, of my penis. She got very close to my testicles and photographed my anus. Then a full shot. I wanted to rear up in my restraints, but could only wriggle in the leather straps. I was still waiting for the relieving whip lash.

The man let me squirm and enjoyed it. I also enjoyed being an object of desire. There was no whip lash. He said someone as horny and perverted as I had to be punished. He had to drink urine. When I heard those words, a whispered "no" escaped my lips. Four strong hands forcefully grabbed my head, pulling down my lower jaw and pressing my cheek flesh between my teeth, leaving me unable to close my mouth. The man with a knife then climbed into the bed, pulling down pants and squatting over me, bringing his penis dangerously close to my face. Despite my attempts to turn my head, the grip of the man held me in place, making it impossible to escape the impending humiliation.

The thought of being so deeply humiliated in the next second, in front of witnesses whom I could never look in the eye again, caused chaos in my emotions and hormones. I only breathed in gasps and thought my heart would stop. Four men and one woman, fully clothed, watched as a stranger man urinated into my mouth while I was in the highest sexual ecstasy. I trembled violently. Then someone held a mirror in front of my face.

My eyes were red, all the blood vessels had burst. My gaze expressed suffering, despair, and fear all at once. Tears flowed down my cheeks. I saw myself in a state of total humiliation and felt something entering my anus. A man pushed his stiff member into my ass. I widened my eyes in the most terrible moment, captured in the mirror.

What must Jessica think of me now? The cock in my rectum caused me to feel a strong urge to defecate, and I also let out a few drops of urine. I was being brutally raped.

When my tormentor reached orgasm with intense moaning, the next one continued immediately. When the third one satisfied himself with me, I also reached climax. They fucked me until I had to cum. I came for a long time, ten eruptions in total. Thick streams of semen covered my upper body, arms, and face.

I was further raped. The third one took particularly long, or so it seemed. After reaching orgasm myself, I no longer felt as aroused. The feeling of shame was overwhelming. Even the fourth man and fifth had rammed their cocks into me. I only waited for the last of five men to finish. The man pulled his member out of my sore sphincter, gone around the bed, and gently turned my head aside. I offered no resistance. I looked forward to having a male member in my mouth. I was completely submissive. After that experience, I was completely devoted to them. I would now willingly serve each of them with all their perversions. I was internally broken.

I slightly parted my lips. He held his huge rod a few inches from my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and let it glide over his tip. I now felt very comfortable being photographed at that moment. In those pictures, it had to be clear that I was willingly and happily performing fellatio...I moved my head towards him and thoroughly sucked on the cock that completely filled my mouth. His thing felt so big; it was pure pleasure...Then he made some strong thrusts, pushing his sperm deep into my throat right there, deep in my throat; he ejaculated, an unprecedented horny feeling washed over me as he did so. My cock stood erect again like a pole...He slowly pulled his heavy dick out of my mouth, as I looked longingly and joyfully at him, while he made a fleeting motion over his genitals once more, before hurling another gush of spicy liquid into my open mouth. It flashed in my happy face.

The men left the room. They untied me and also left. They left me naked, lying there. When I was alone, I masturbated while crying, quickly reaching climax. I lay there for a while longer, enjoying the emptiness in my mind. They had taken away my clothes, or what was left of them, so I went naked and covered in filth up the stairs. They were sitting at the dining table as if nothing had happened. They invited me to sit with them. I wasn't angry at all for what they had done to me; in fact, I was in love with all of them and wished they would do it to me again. Even the fact that I stood naked and covered in cum in the room while they were all dressed and looking at me in broad daylight, aroused me once again. My member stiffened, and she took another photo of me when it flashed; I moaned loudly.

One of them said gently that I should lie on the table and relieve myself; they would like to see that.

I followed the instructions and allowed myself to be photographed in various poses. It took me a long time to finish masturbating.

Finally, amidst loud, uninhibited moans and convulsions, I reached climax.

After these events, these people could see me in a way they never had before. Not even when I satisfied myself at home, where I always feared my neighbors might hear me, did I behave in such a perverted manner.

Furthermore, being the center of attention was enjoyable for me; I had fun having all eyes on me.

It was a new feeling to be the center of such an intense experience; I imagined it must have been something very special for them too - what they experienced with me and through me.

I enjoyed the attention immensely; it was incredibly exciting to experience these extravagant moments with them by my side.

Before this day, I had never acted on any homosexual tendencies or exhibitionist inclinations. It had the allure of the forbidden. I left behind the internally hated normality that had previously dominated my whole life. After my last orgasm had subsided, I was sent to the shower. I obeyed and quickly rinsed off. I didn't feel dirty. In the bathroom, I found a bathrobe, put it on, and returned to the living room. By now, I felt more at home in the house than in my own apartment.

I hadn't eaten properly earlier, so I should make up for it now. We ate together in silence. Yet there was no awkward atmosphere, no uncomfortable silence. No, everything felt very natural and normal. I belonged with them and held an esteemed position. I was a little proud. After the meal, I was given new clothing. An elegant business suit that fit me perfectly. Once again, I could see that these people were excellently prepared. I was told to keep the suit as a replacement for my torn clothes. As I stood in the hallway dressed correctly for once, I was quickly bid farewell, almost pushed out.

A taxi was waiting on the street, and I got in and let myself be driven home. During the ride, my thoughts started to wander again. Strange events. What had actually happened? Hard sex was the last thing on my mind when I visited the villa in the afternoon. I just wanted to point out a mistake in the library to them. The library... Why didn't I ask about it anymore? Collecting my thoughts, I realized a few things. Firstly, the prophecy of the inscription on the stone tablet was indeed correct. Secondly, they wanted to show me that I was in a pitiful state, and then they took me to the basement.

There, I had to realize why they considered me miserable and pitiful. What they made me do reflected my everyday life. I was tied up, unable to do what I wanted to do. Even in my daily life, all I did was what others expected of me. In this regard, my new acquaintances were different. They held all control and broke every norm thoroughly.

Because what they had done with me would have been scandalous for a regular citizen like myself. The severity and consequences of such a rape lay beyond my imagination. But it was fun...I had to swallow urine, which also had a symbolic correspondence.

During my upbringing, I adopted ideologies of other people even though deep down in the hidden corners of my soul, I was repulsed by them. But my parents, educators, teachers, and role models were stronger and forced me to swallow their ideas.

I would never have found the courage to indulge in such sexual excesses even though the temptation was overwhelming if others hadn't forced me into it. This afternoon caused me to doubt my previous life and pushed me into a crisis as it made me question my way of living.

I didn't leave the house for several days. It seems as though the floodgates to my primal instincts and desires have been unleashed. I had crossed the threshold once. Did I want to return to my misery, which I could no longer deny? Or should I continue to discover and experience what my dark soul still held for me? What unheard-of urges still slumbered within me? I no longer wanted to drift through my life and align it according to the ideas and expectations of others. But I wasn't sure if I wanted to move in the direction suggested by the uncle, the master, Jessica, and the three other men.

I had to admit that they knew more than anyone, but their methods were drastic. Despite this, I had learned valuable lessons from each encounter, even though I was unable to share them with anyone. The secrets of pleasure, exhibitionism, and male sex had to remain hidden, as I didn't want to become an outsider in society.

Then it hit me - the photos! Everything was documented, and these people had risked forcing me into sex. It was a crime, and I was torn about reporting them and what they might do with the pictures if I do. I feared it was too late and that they had already displayed the pornographic pictures at the university. I urgently needed to retrieve the pictures and take possession of the negatives myself. Hopefully it wasn't too late.

I rushed to the villa in a flash. I had to meet them. They had to hand over the pictures to me. Nervously, I pressed the button. I rang the bell furiously. The uncle opened the door, smiled at me. He seemed genuinely happy that I had come. His friendly greeting made me push aside my worst thoughts. Maybe they were just perverted and got excited by the photos in private. When I demanded the release of the photos, the uncle immediately agreed.

Maybe I had attributed too much malice to them. Why would they release the pictures to the public? The man seemed a little disappointed and regretted having to give up the pictures. "They had turned out very well and very exciting." He spoke these words with such a tremor in his voice that memories of hot games instantly came back to me. I got excited again as he went off to get them while another man entered without introduction, he greeted me politely as he did so...

He sat next to me on the sofa and started talking like a waterfall, completely consumed by excitement. The uncle did not return, but another man brought in a large brown envelope instead of him. I wanted to grab the envelope and leave immediately, but once again things took a different turn this time as well. This man sat down with us, remarked that we had already been introduced, and nodded politely at me and the stranger.

"Here are the pictures. As I said, they turned out very well," he said as he reached into the envelope.

I held my breath as he was about to spread out these pictures in front of this stranger, showing me exposed and deeply humiliated. Did he want to show this man my most intimate moments? All blood rushed into my head; my face turned red; my throat tightened; even though sitting down, my knees went weak; my heart raced; and shame overwhelmed me.

Large, colored photos were laid out on the table one after another so that all could be seen at once. First were recent images where I wasn't tied up, showing me naked with an erect penis standing in the living room or lying on the table masturbating. Then came close-up shots of me enjoying sucking and licking a penis. Finally, scenes of rape - anal sex, cum in mouth, and my own ejaculations. The photos aroused me, the thrill of being seen again and the feeling of helplessness being exposed left me unable to protest against this display. The stranger made obscene remarks about some photos and whistled softly in approval through his teeth. He too was aroused by this display of images.

In the room, an atmosphere of sex, desire, and greed spread. The man touched some of the images, stroking and caressing my penis in the photos. He then took one of the pictures and lightly touched my anus with the tip of his tongue. When I saw that, I was so shocked and aroused at the same time that a gasping moan escaped me. Without a word, the man took me by the hand and led me up the stairs to a bedroom. In the middle of the room was a huge bed covered with a silky sheet. Above the bed hung a large mirror, and there were large mirrors on the walls around the bed. I was willing to let anything happen to me that this stranger would do from now on. I wanted to be at his disposal unconditionally.

He turned the key in the lock, took me in his arms, and gave me a long, deep kiss. This man's sex promised to be very tender and loving, which made me uncomfortable, as I wasn't gay after all. Despite this, my body reacted clearly, my penis was full of blood, my whole lower abdomen was hot, and I felt the surge of hormones throughout my body. In short, I was horny. Despite my embarrassment, I gave myself completely to this kiss and melted in this man's arms.

He gently pushed me onto the bed and undressed me, leaving me lying on my back, naked and breathing heavily on the bedstead, which wasn't set up for sleeping...It was too elaborate for that purpose...This was a playground. A pleasure bed...I lay naked on my back and let myself be covered with kisses...He caressed every square inch of my skin...He was still dressed...I was passive and unsure...He seemed to notice this and enjoy it.

After he had also removed his clothes, he cuddled and kissed me for a long time intensely...I let go of my inhibitions and passionately made love regardless of whether I was gay or not...I let myself be guided entirely by my desires here where I could indulge myself...We had sex and love all night long in all possible variations and positions...We caressed each other, kissed each other, licked and sucked on every part of our bodies...We had sex...We both had multiple orgasms...Then we fell asleep exhausted...We slept embraced.

I was happy. I had never experienced sex so intensely with any of my girlfriends before. Here, without any pressure or shame, I was uninhibited and shameless. I woke up again because I realized that I was being fucked. I let myself be fucked while masturbating trying to reach climax with my lover at the same time. We groaned and moaned together. Under ecstatic convulsions we synchronized ourselves and experienced one together...shared orgasm. I had the seed licked off my belly, kissed the cock, and received another hot kiss on the mouth. Then we stood up, got dressed. I had several ejaculations, but was still aroused. His sperm and saliva on my skin delighted me.

He saw my arousal, apologized for having to leave now; he had enjoyed the night. He told me to think of him and continue masturbating as long as I wanted. His work was waiting for him. As he gave me a goodbye kiss, he pressed a bundle of banknotes into my hand and said I really deserved it and was actually selling myself short. Before I could respond in my astonishment, he was already gone.

I counted the money - fifty hundred-mark notes, five thousand marks! So much money for a night of love with me. But I didn't know who this stranger was. I had fallen in love with this man and didn't know if I would see him again.

That night, I did everything out of love, or at least with love. And he thought of me as a hustler boy. It made me want to cry.

I went to the bathroom and got dressed before heading downstairs feeling furious...

During my morning routine, I carefully planned what I wanted to say for my fierce protest. I was determined not to be caught off guard again and not allow any more surprise attacks. The night had been beautiful, but I didn't want to be used or taken advantage of. My anger was so strong that I felt like I could commit serious bodily harm, but unfortunately, there was no one around for me to take it out on. I called out, screamed, raged, and yelled, but there was no one there to hear me, and once again, I felt let down.

I made the irrevocable decision to change how people treated me and swore revenge for everything they did. Even if not immediately, deep down, I knew that each of them must have a weak spot that I could strike back at in retaliation. Patience and time would be needed as I observed them closely and planned my revenge. The feeling that I was against these people grew stronger within me as our love-hate relationship developed.

I suppressed my hatred and anchored the feeling of vengeance deep in my soul as they continued to play with my emotions and urges. If only they had treated me as a sex object, that would have been fine - but the awareness that they were also abusing me on another invisible level made it unbearable. In order to save my identity, I needed to stay connected with them to uncover their Achilles' heel and strike it with my poisoned arrow, retaliating with whatever form my weapon should take in practice.

Alone in the house plotting revenge plans all morning, I wanted to be better prepared than my enemies in my solitary campaign against them. Planning ambushes and guerrilla warfare tactics would be key in sabotaging their efforts against me.

By midday, the wait became too long for me. After dwelling on negative thoughts for a while, I regained my logic. They were only able to manipulate me because they knew me well - they were aware of my future, and probably even my present and past. They acquired their knowledge about me from the library. During my second anticipated visit, they mentioned this, even though I didn't know until shortly before that the visit would happen at all. Even now, they knew I would come; otherwise, the man they sold me to wouldn't have been there.

What was written in those stone books? The only way to defeat them was to target this specific point; finding the library was crucial. I began searching the house and found it uninhabited - a furnished house with no personal belongings scattered around empty rooms; the library must be somewhere within this house. It must have taken up a lot of space. If this library had existed for thousands of years, it must have been large.

How many people could read or predict their future lives here? The librarian took a long time to find the right tablet from a well-organized collection. I tried to estimate how much space such a library would occupy. This would assist me in my search. The tablets could not be concealed in a cabinet. They must have occupied at least an entire floor or more space.

I deduced that there must be a second basement and looked for a staircase leading down. I tapped the floor for hollow spaces. I searched around the house but couldn't find anything. Were the stones in the empty rooms? Had they removed them because they knew I would go looking? A series of thoughts raced through my mind, soon driving me to the brink of madness.

If they knew I would search, then this detail of my life was predetermined. It was part of my destiny. But then it must also be certain that they were hiding the tablets from me. That was part of their destiny, I thought. I wanted to do this or that, but only acted as if it was already written in the script of my life thousands of years before my birth.

I thought I was being manipulated by their will. But if everything was in their life script, then they wouldn't have any will at all. My head buzzed. Was there any escape from fate? Did these people know a way to rewrite fate? This thought made me dizzy and nauseous.

Could they make corrections on the tablets? I had to get to know this library better. I had to know everything about it..

I decided not to leave the house until someone returned whom I could ask. I had to wait for a few days, but there were enough supplies in the house. I read the books that I found in the house, specifically about African medicine men. All the books were about mystical things, magic cults, and religious practices. They were scientific books that were not sensational in any way. Despite their dry writing style, the content fascinated me so much that I read a lot. When I got too tired to read, I lay down and dozed off. I hesitated to leave the house because I was afraid of locking myself out or missing the others. I didn't want to take any risks. This aspect of my life was too important for me to leave even a single detail to chance.

Finally, the wait paid off. The master returned one night. He was not surprised to find me in the house but took little notice of me. He went into different rooms and I didn't know what he was doing. He seemed very busy. When he was in the kitchen, I approached him.

"Uncle Master, I'm glad to finally meet you. I see you're busy, but I would love to hear more about the library. Do you have some time to spare?"

He smiled warmly and said, "Of course, my dear. It's natural that you would be curious given your special connection to this place. Delving into the library's secrets isn't something we can rush. We'll need to take our time, and you'll need to be prepared to understand everything fully."

I eagerly nodded, agreeing to his terms. His willingness to share his knowledge with me was a pleasant surprise. I could have just as easily imagined facing rejection. Now, I wanted to know how to prepare myself.

"I want to know how to prepare myself. Does it have something to do with the occult books I found here?" I mentioned.

"No," he replied, "it has to do with your personal strength." "A person must be strong to unravel the secrets of fate," he added.

It made sense to me. I couldn't help but dwell on the concept of fate and the power to influence it.

"How do I prepare myself? How do I gain strength?" I inquired.

The Master seemed unable to provide further guidance at this point.

"I'm not sure. Perhaps you should seek help from Uncle. He's a specialist in these matters," he suggested.

"He has a deep understanding of the forces of nature and of people. He has learned from medicine men and wizards from various indigenous tribes and possesses knowledge that we in civilized society can only dream of. 'Return home for now and come back in two weeks so that we can all meet and you can speak with Uncle,' he reassured me.

I trusted his words and left. Just as I was about to step out, he called out that the money I had received would multiply itself, if only I had the courage. As the door closed behind me, I couldn't help but ponder over this mysterious hint. What had he seen in my future?"

When I arrived back home, a strange sense of calm washed over me. I had experienced things that I couldn't understand, and it had forced me to expand my horizons. I had been promised initiation into the secrets of fate, and although I should have been excited, I felt calm and relaxed. I could wait for the next meeting, and I was also 5,000 marks richer, which I considered a gift after spending the night with it.

I didn't spend the money to gather it, but rather for pure pleasure. I killed time by driving to a city where I was not known, visited adult cinemas, and watched both gay and straight films alternately, finding them equally arousing. I also visited a brothel, and engaged a boy and a girl for sex. Even though I was the one paying, I wasn't enjoying the physical thrill, but rather the feeling of power and control. Despite this event being exciting in its own way, it still didn't compare to what had happened in the house of those mysterious people.

I impatiently awaited the date of our next meeting, as most days were boring with nothing to do. I found myself drifting away from my friends, who failed to captivate me like my new acquaintances did. Out of sheer boredom one day, I went to the horse racing track. It seemed silly to watch horses that all looked alike to me. I mentioned this to a man standing next to me on the grandstand during a race, who was getting excited and worked up about it all. He insulted me and said that if you don't bet, you have no business being here. He called me an arrogant lout and told me not to bother him anymore.

He was right because once again, I had given my opinion on something that I knew nothing about. He suggested that maybe I should try my luck with betting too. With my remaining bundle of hundreds, I went to place bets and put over half of the money left from five thousand marks on the favorite horse. I was filled with tension as I watched the race, hoping my horse would win. And it did - I won over five thousand marks.

Now I remembered the master's last words: "May your money multiply." It had done so. If only I had been more aware and believed in those words, I could have saved myself a lot of stress. In the end, I might have been able to predict the winning horse if I had believed in destiny. A new realization dawned on me: if I understood fate, then I could have all the riches in the world and have people at my service. Who knows?

"Does fate truly control the world? Is that why the uncle was so driven to undertake expeditions to complete the library?"

I felt a cold shiver as I waited for my nerves to calm down. As I contemplated the opportunities before me, I realized that I could rise to great heights and become the king of the world if I had the library. But first, I needed to use people to gain access to the stone tablets and discover their hiding place without them knowing my true intentions. They knew my future, unlike me, so I had to figure out how to remain unnoticed. I pushed all thoughts of my plan aside and felt an unfamiliar sense of determination and greed for power taking hold of me. I was ready, ready to deceive anyone and ensure that no one guessed my true intentions, not even myself. It would be like living a double life.

Sometimes, I would pass by the house before the meeting to see if anyone was there, but it was always empty until the scheduled time, at which point I saw them all there.