5:30 AM in the morning and a young lady had just been dragged into Raúl's quarters. Her mode of dressing said it all. She was one of the many girls that were being used as sex slaves under Cartel de Deuce. She was trying to break free from the tight grip of Raúl's hitman on her hair but it wasn't possible. He finally let her go when she was lying right in front of Raúl. Raúl stretched his hand out and a Beretta pistol was handed over to him. The girl had reportedly refused to offer her services to a client and when he tried forcing her, she got hold of a fork which he had just used in eating and stabbed him in the throat. Then she tried escaping from the vicinity but ended up being caught. Word had gotten to Raúl that the client who had been stabbed in the throat was already responding to treatments but he wasn't going to spare the girl, knowing that if he did, then it would create a path for other girls to rebel. She was going to be set as an example to the others who were nurturing

"Hola! I'm Christanté".Valentina turned around to see a little boy standing right behind her. He wore a broad smile on his face and seemed excited to see Valentina.He must be like ten, Valentina thought.She bent over a bit and patted the little boy on his head. This made him chuckle."I'm Valentina. What're you doing here?" Valentina asked, knowing that it was inappropriate for a child of his age to be where he was. She observed him closely and he seemed to be stressed out."I work here", Christanté replied, the smile still on his face.Why and how would a little kid this age be made to work here? "And what kind of work do you do?" Valentina went on, slowly trying to pick her words. None of these was making any sense to her."Well… I'm made to clean the bar, serve drinks and…" Christanté paused for a second and shifted his gaze to the ground. He wasn't sure if he was talking to the right person. The smile on his face was gone and he had a nervous stare in his eyes. Valentina neede

It was a Friday night and as always, Euphoria Discotheque was on their usual routine. Valentina stuck her head out from behind the curtains, scouting around for nothing in particular but her attention was drawn to the young man who sat across the room. She must have seen him before but it was quite difficult for her to conclude since he had his back turned at her. But anyways, she had seen more than a dozen men visit Euphoria Discotheque five days in a week, so it wasn't so much of a big deal. She calmly retreated as she felt a surge of anxiety building up within. The voices around her were slowly drowning out and they only filtered into her ears once in a while as muffled sounds. She reached for the little vial sitting on the counter, flipped the cover open and threw the pills into her mouth. She inhaled deeply and made for the dressing mirror. She stood there in her amazonian figure which sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impe