STOCKHOLM (part one)

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Fantasia had the same routine everyday. She wakes up, eat fruit, shower, and then get ready for work. She takes a cab to work and back home... and does it all over again. Fantasia works as a waitress at a five star restaurant. She hates her job but she makes a cozy living so she doesn't complain. It's safe to say, her life isn't miserable but predictable.

As she gets up today, moving through life without thinking because of the steady predictable life she lives... the most unexpected, unpredictable thing is bound to happen.

She is very much used to doing the same things all day everyday, she didn't bother to notice that the past few days something in her daily life was different. She was being watched.

An older Caucasian man sat across the street everyday this week, he looked at his watch taking mental notes of time. Noting when she took out her trash, when she went to work, and when she came home. No one paid the man any mind, he dressed as a homeless person in disguise. He watched her leave and then he left his post as well.

That night Fantasia stood outside of her workplace after closing hours, she called a cab and waited patiently.

A man in a cab pulled beside her rather quickly. She usually had to wait around twenty minutes before a cabbie would arrive but tonight she waited barely three minutes. She put her bag inside the cab before scooting in beside it, giving the man her address. He nodded and pulled off. She stared out the window of the car and after awhile she realized he was going in the wrong direction. "Sir, you're going the wrong way" she said. He ignored her. She repeated herself "excuse me... sir? You're going the wrong way, this is not the way to my house" . Again, he ignored her. She started to silently panic "you can just pull over, I can get home from here" she said beginning to cry. The man opened the glove compartment, he put on a gas mask and reached into the compartment for a unmarked spray bottle. Fantasia started to cry hard and panic, she kept trying to open the locked doors and beat on the window, screaming for help. The driver stopped the car and turned around spraying her in the face. She choked on the unknown toxins until she leaned over in her seat, falling unconscious.

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"Where's the rest of my money?" Taraji said as she opened the door to a room filled with naked junkie women surrounding a man who is operating a small drug workshop. The short Hispanic man turned around "hey! Big T! I was just about to call you" He smiled from ear to ear. "Don't play with me Luca. You're half a million short. I got shit to do and waiting on you is not on my list!" She said. Luca pulled a knife from his pocket and swiped some cocaine with it, he sniffed the product off his knife "mami. I just need a little more time... I'm trying to get the rest of you're money. As a matter of fact, I'm working on a new trade to bring in a whole lot of money!" He got excited.

Taraji followed Luca down a hallway. He opened a locked door and walked in. There was at least twenty sleeping women in random places in the room. "And what the hell is this supposed to be about?" Taraji asked.  "A brothel, whores bring in extra money... even if I run out of drugs, I won't run out of pussy" Luca smiled and put his hands on his hips as if he accomplished something. "Hey how about this... I give you a girl to work for you until I get the rest of your money" He suggested. She shook her head no "I'm good, I don't want no junkies in my house" she said. "My new girl not a junkie, she's clean. Came in brand new tonight" Luca said "Hey gringo! Bring me the new one" He yelled. Taraji rolled her eyes.

The man who'd been watching Fantasia, carried her to Taraji so she could have a look. "She can cook your food, clean up, cater... anything you want while I work on your money" Luca said. Taraji thought the women was beautiful but remained silent. Although she didn't agree with the idea of Luca taking women and using them, she minded her business... because I'm their world, no sin is greater than the rest. "Fine, I could use a little help around the place now that I got extra work on my hands" Taraji agreed to Lucas deal.

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