The setup

"Can't believe that motherfuucker took the spotlight. I was just about to get da girls started, but this Claude dude came over and started doin' shiit. Can't believe it." Said Anthony, completely different from the rather 'well-behaved' guy that spoke with the girls a while back, now using slang and cursing at will.

"Shut up, Vince. You said your ass got it, and you somewhat did, now cut it." Said the now unknown driver.

"Yeah, right." Grunted Anthony, or maybe Vince.

"Mutherfuucka just complains." Muttered the driver.

As they drove to their destiny, the girls kept sleeping, like nothing was happening.

At a quite poorly maintained apartment in downtown, about the 4th floor, there was a crew hanging around and doing their business. You could see a few guns scattered around, maybe some cocaine or some used blunts. It was like a drug point, really. But didn't quite serve that purpose, just close.

After about 15 minutes, arrived Anthony and the unknown driver, as the driver possessed a huge frame, about 6'6 tall and big-big fat frame, he carried two girls over both his shoulders, and Anthony carried one in his arms. They didn't even care about covering their bodies, as the girls were still in their dresses and anyone walking around the hallway could see them carrying these women inside the apartment.

The reason they didn't seem to care about it, was because the janitors in this place were from his crew and provided access to the service elevators, which didn't have any cameras, along with the hallway security cameras being broken for what seemed a long time ago.

Entering the apartment, the guy on the couch holding a shotgun on his lap looked at the duo carrying their earnings. He tapped on the table beside him real loud to warn the people inside. As the apartment was not that big and the people were mostly concentrated on the living room, about 6 guys, as everybody looked at both men who arrived just now, and moments after returning to their business.

"Where's the boss? We got them." Anthony asked. The fat dude sitting on the couch just pointed to the only other room in the apartment as Anthony, followed by his accomplice, entered inside.

The man inside the room was looking at his computer as he sat on an armchair. He was rather thin, black-skin, not particularly tall, but had a pretty detailed and handsome face, looking very young, like he just entered his 20's. Wearing a black hood over a tight tank top white t-shirt, black jeans, and vans. This was a much unassuming boss, if you had to say. No one would believe you if said that he is the boss around when looking at the bunch of bulk inside the other room.

Knocking on the door, Anthony announced himself.

"Yo, boss. We got business." Anthony and the driver entered the room.

"Leave it on the bed, for now. Set them up with the equipment, I will make the message as soon as they wake up." Said the boss, going directly to the point.

After instructing the mobs, he proceeded to type on his laptop non-stop. Anthony and the other person put the girls on the large-sized bed and locked handcuffs on their wrists into each one of them, and the girls at the side cuffed to the bed's headboard.

The equipment which they talked about was the white background that worked similar to the green screens in photography. Together with the lights and the chair set up, it looked like a perfect mini-studio. But the chairs had handcuffs already set, so it looked like an odd mini-studio.

Anthony and the big guy with him finished setting things up when the later exited the room and Anthony addressed the boss again.

"Actually, boss. I've something to tell." He said looking at the guy.

"Speak." The boss simply said.

"Well, the plan was for me to get them drunk, but something happened. This guy named Claude showed up at the Gary. He started talking with the girls and they got a little entertained. He was the one to make them drunk before I could even set the tone. He might bring some type of problem." Anthony said, trying not to use slang in front of the boss.

The boss seemed to think for a while as he stayed silent. But all this time he was typing on his laptop without a pause. Then he suddenly spoke.

"Have you managed to get any information on him?"

"Yes, I pickpocket his phone, and for a while, I transferred some information. I haven't checked it yet." Anthony replied.

"That's useful. Make sure to send me the information. We might deviate the blame to him, as long as we make them believe he did so, and afterward, we get rid of him. You made a mess but didn't fucked up everything by leaving the witness unkown, now go and come back in 30 minutes to start the recording." The boss said.

He left the room and got to do other things as time passed.

1 hour later.

"Now, did you get what I said?" Spoke the boss, who was now dressed in a completely black cloak and wearing a Raxwalker mask from the black plague period.

"Yes." Said a crying Kaitlyn.

30 minutes ago, Anthony came back to the room, dressed as Jason from 'Friday the 13th' movie, and found the boss using the costume he uses while working with the victims. Anthony then set up the rest of the equipment and woke up the girls in the bed using Smelling Salts, or a.k.a. ammonium carbonate, to wake them up.

As soon as they sprung up, full of headaches, the criminals began their plans.

After traumatizing the girls a bit, they started to inform the girls about what was currently going on. Making them aware of being kidnapped and being held captive until they received a ransom for their freedom.

And now back 30 minutes after, as the women started to adapt to the situation, Anthony carried them over the chairs in the setup. The boss wisely used the artificial lights to disrupt the sun's light, planning to distract eventual law-enforcers from assuming anything from the ambient in which they were keeping them captive.

After instructing the hostages, the boss set Katlyn in the middle, Jennifer in the right, and Alice in the left. The thing is, although Alice was the most beautiful, Jennifer is in the middle, and Katlyn the most, let's say, simple, most people would assume the prettiest to be the rich one. But Katlyn was actually the wealthiest, being the daughter of a well-known surgeon, with a lot of assets, the boss had made his homework and discovered her origins, the targeting is much more than coincidental.

After writing the text used to speak in the video, lines like "Father, please. Save me and my friends, they are asking for $400k." and such, they finished the video. The boss then took a flask with chloroform and wet a piece of cloth as he used it to make the girls asleep.

"Get them ready to move, Papa John is waiting for their arrival. I will deal with the negotiations in about 2 hours." The boss spoke as he instructed how to deal with the women.

Anthony got the things ready straight away, and now was time to move them to their previous patron.

Things set, and Anthony, along with the other members of the crew were heading out of the apartment, when he opened the door, and to his surprise, a familiar face that he had seen not too long ago, had shown up at door.

"Anthony, son. Why didn't you wait for me when you were leaving with my preys?" Spoke the person, in a devilish voice that Anthony had never heard in his life, the owner of such a bone-chilling voice being none other than Claude.