The slave trade

"We are going to make a movie about the slave trade, starring you" said one of the men. "It will be like a documentary, starting with your capture, training, and introduction to the European slave markets. Do a good job and we will let you go."

"How long will this film take?" asked a very naive Jessica. If making a film was all they wanted, then she would do it without question. And the film actually sounded like fun to her. She'd always wanted to explore humanity's darker side, and the slave trade might be a good place to start.

"It will take a few weeks. But don't worry, you will be well cared for" answered the other man. "All your basic needs will be met." He smiled as he said that.

It never occurred to Jessica that all of this was just too warped and too twisted to be for real, but she was just relieved they were no longer going to attack her. "I'm intrigued with the subject of the film, I have to admit."

The other man smiled. "Good. Then all that remains is for us to go and sign the contract. I'm sure you want to do this film under contract, right?"

"Yes, by all means, that would make my involvement with the film official. We do want to make this as official as possible." Jessica was starting to trust the two men more, and it was showing. She no longer felt threatened by them.

"Very good" said the tallest man. "Our offices are just a few blocks away. We will walk there and have you sign a standard contract, stating that we have exclusive rights to you until the completion of our film. Is that acceptable?"

"That's fine. i have no other commitments right now" Jessica answered truthfully.

"Let's go then." The three walked together down the dark, lonely streets. Not many people were to be seen this late at night. There were a few out and about. Mostly homeless people who were out scavenging, or the occasional hooker or junkie. For the most part it was a very quiet and uneventful journey that ended up at a place no one was ever seen or heard from again. It was the infamous Warehouse Thirteen where abducted women were trained and tortured, and turned into perfect sex slaves. And Warehouse Thirteen had a perfect record in manufacturing slaves.

The three traveled down dark alleyways that twisted and turned like an endless maze. Finally they arrived at a dead end. All Jessica saw was a smooth brick wall before her eyes. But one of the men slid open a hidden panel behind the bricks and entered a key code into the hidden keypad behind it. The brick wall silently swung open to reveal a hidden entrance into the notorious Warehouse Thirteen complex.

The three walked inside the open doorway, and the wall closed up behind them. They walked down a well lit corridor for some distance before coming to a set of elevator doors. The doors opened smoothly, and the three went inside. Down the shaft the elevator hummed until it came to a stop somewhere deep underground. The doors opened into a large room filled with all kinds of things Jessica had never seen before. They walked through the room. They walked through the room to the far end where another door opened into a long hallway. Steel doors lined the hall on either side as their footfalls echoed ominously. They came to the end of the hall which teed off left and right. They took the right corridor, and came to what looked like a small office.

"Please do sit down, Jessica." one of the men motioned to her to sit in one of the chairs at the front of the desk. While one man stood at the office entrance, the other opened a drawer in the desk and took out a stack of papers. He put them on the desk before Jessica, along with a pen. "This is our standard contract for all who work for us. It says basically that we own all rights to you as long as you are with us."

Jessica looked over the stack of papers. Of course she couldn't read them since they were written in Danish, but that didn't matter. She leafed through the pages, and signed her name in the appropriate places, then handed the stack back to the man.

The man smiled evilly at Jessica. "Thank you Miss Alba. You now belong to us forever. What you just signed is a contract agreeing to be our slave."

Jessica was both startled, confused, and excited at the same time. "What?"

"In other words, my dear Jessica, welcome to the slave trade."