The exercise in imagination she was talking about was bullshit. She was trying to talk me into buying her vitamins and visualize myself becoming healthier, smarter, and more intelligent. She said the visualization part was essential and that I should never take her vitamins without using my imagination. I was getting slightly irritated for having wasted 5 minutes listening. It made me feel bad for herself; why did she get such a tedious sales job? She was barely 20 and quite cute, long slender legs, a bit frail, but her nice round boobs were making up for her almost anorexic looks, a lovely face with a pretty smile, almost an angel, and she had style! I could tell by the shoes she wore and her mini-shirt. Why in the world was she be doing that job? What was she trying to prove?

Tim: Yea, hmm. and what do they taste like?

Girl: Oh, we have many flavors; these are with orange for energy and concentration. The ones with strawberries and watermelon are great for athletes. Do you work out?

Tim: Yea, I do some sports, yea, can I try these? what are these for?

Girl: Those are with ginger-rose flavor, and they are adaptogens, also great for sex-drive.

Tim: Oh yea, I like that.

Girl: We have a sample here, and you can try the orange ones too. Go ahead and try them; they taste delicious!

Tim: Combine them, you say ah? popping the pills one by one, all the while grinning his typical naughty smile.

Girl: Absolutely, our products can be combined and taken on an empty stomach too. Today we have a special offer; you can have two for the price of one, which is only 5.99€.

Tim: haha, trrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnggghhhhgdggdlfddddffffefghhhhh (the dial-up sound) excuse me a sec, I'm going to have to pick up this one.

Girl: Sure, no problem. Here, have some water.
 
I walked a few steps away from her while I was answering the phone. It was Don, a coworker; we had drunk the night before in a bar, got a bit tipsy, so we went to a different bar and had a few more drinks. Then we went into a club and partied like animals till 6 AM in the morning when I said: "Don, I must go." And here I was, on my way home when Don called.

Don: Hey mate! I can't talk much; my phone's dying; listen: I lost the keys to my apartment last night and got nowhere to go. Can I crash on your couch for a few hours? And then we'll head out to work together. I'll be at yours in about half-hour.

Tim: Alright, Don, you're welcome.
Don: Tim, you're a sugar mate! I love you, bye.

Turning towards the vitamin girl, I see no trace of her, gone like she would have never been there. Where the fuck did she went? Strange!
Too bad, she was cute; I would've asked for her number.

Walking towards the metro station, I noticed something weird happening to my hands. My fingers were going numb, to the point I had a hard time getting the credit card out of my wallet. What the fuck! It fell off my hand while trying to push it into the ticket machine; I picked it up and felt dizzy, cold sweats, everything spinning. Then It dawned on me, the grim realization: That bitch poisoned me with her fucking vitamin pills.

The next moment, I feel someone picking me up by my arm and whispering to my ear:  "Don't worry Tim, we'll take you home, let's go!" The guy looked like trouble. I mumbled something back, the words jamming in my mouth like a bunch of rocks. I felt a chemical drunkness; something in his eyes scared the shit out of me. He was undoubtedly a professional criminal, the dangerous kind, the kind who kills. Fuck! I'm being lifted. "She'll give you a hand," He said, nodding towards my right side. Turning, I see the vitamin girl grabbing my right arm, "Let's go, darling."

I could barely hold on to my feet. I knew what was going on. People around us saw me being dragged into the metro and thinking it's all normal; Just another young man, dead drunk, being carried home by his friends. I tried to reach for my phone, but she took it as soon as I pulled it out of my pocket. "Who do you want to call darling? The Police?" and laughed at me.

Two stops later, I remember walking out of the metro station seeing everything blurry, eyes half-closed; They know where I live. I tried to grab onto a pole as they were dragging me out of the metro, but the big guy grabbed me: "Do that again and I'll hurt you. Now move!" I couldn't believe what was happening to me.

The next thing I know, I'm lying on the couch in my living room looking around; I see the vitamin girl in a corner staring at me;

Girl: Feeling better, sweetheart? I just gave you a booster shot; we need you awake and crisp!

The killer-looking guy just came in from the kitchen holding a coffee and my laptop, grabs a chair, and moves next to me.

Criminal: "I want your wallet keys." - said, putting the laptop in front of me and saying in a calm voice: "Open it!".

I pull my laptop and look towards the girl when, out of nowhere, a heavy punch lands on my face! My mouth full of blood, spitting shards of teeth out, deafening zing in my ears. I tell him:

Tim: You didn't have to do that, cough; who are you?

The girl: - We are your best friends, Tim, now Open it!

The heavy blow brought me back to my senses. All of a sudden, I felt alert, awake, vigilant! I open my laptop typed in my password when I hear the bell ringing. Geez, it's Don.

Criminal: Expecting visitors?

He pulls out a short knife, moving next to me on the couch, puts it to my throat, and says in a low voice close to my ear: "Be nice and let her do the talk" then he looks at the girl and tells her something in Russian.

She opens the door just a bit. Don is trying to get in; he seems drunk and relaxed.

Don: Hey sweetie, what's your name?

Girl: Bianca

Don: lovely to meet you, Bianca; I'm Don! Fancy a threesome this morning? Where's Tim?

Bianca: laughing, - Whaaat?

Don: yea, you know where' good he's my buddy we share everything you know... and I'm the kind who shares too... What kind are you?

Bianca: giving him the most lovely innocent smile "The kind you don't wanna fuck with!" - Don is in the shower; I'll let him know you dropped by. Bye-bye Don. And smiling pushes the door.

Don: Hey, wait! blocking the door with his foot. You not gonna let me wait out here, are you? Tell Tim I'm here.

Bianca: Ha ha ha, Don, it's not the right moment, why don't you come back later? We're in the middle of something right now, and you're not invited.

Don: Leaning on the door, pushing slightly "Actually, I am." 

In one move, she pulls the door open, and he stumbles inside on the floor, seeing the whole ridiculous scene in the living room with Tim beaten and bleeding, next to a devilish-looking guy on the couch. She slowly closes the door after him locking it.

Don: Tim, are you okay, mate? What the fuck is going on here?!

Bianca: It looks like you might get your threesome, after all, Don. Meet Igor. He'll fuck both of you.

Igor gets up and walks quickly towards Don. In the next second, Tim grabs a metal ashtray from the coffee table and throws it at Igor's head but misses it by an inch!

Igor, turning to him in rage, fixes him with a deadly look and rushes towards him without saying a word. Tim gets up and runs into the kitchen, and Igor, with clenched fists, goes after him.

Don, still lying on the floor, looks up at Bianca; "you fucking bitch!" and tries to get up when, in a swift move, she kicks him in the head and then again in the stomach; he falls back to the floor and curls up into a ball as she continues to kick him in the head. He grabs her foot and pulls her to the ground. She falls but continues to kick him with her other foot as she screams: Igoooor!

Don has managed to grab her foot, rolls over her, and twists her ankle. She screams, he punches her in the face, she tries to fight back and calls out again desperately for Igor! He punches her in the face two more times, and she passes out.

Meanwhile, Igor storms out of the kitchen, his contorted face expressing horror, his eyes wide open. He pauses for a second as he sees Bianca beaten on the floor and Don on top of her. Then his eyes roll up, and he falls on his face like a chunk of timber, with a knife in his back.

Don: Holy fuck! Tim! You okay, mate? He shouts as he gets up and rushes into the kitchen. He finds him leaning against the cabinet, exhausted and badly banged up. Mate, shit! What the fuck? Come on, get up, can you walk?

Tim: Yes, where's the bitch!?

Don: On the floor, sleeping in the hallway. I took care of her. Come on, let me give you a hand! And they slowly walk out of the kitchen.

Tim: Here, pointing to a drawer in the cabinet, take some rope and the scotch tape; we gotta make sure they won't move.

Walking out of the kitchen to their stupor, they find the girl missing and the big guy, his name supposedly Igor, resting in a puddle of blood with his throat slit open with the same knife that Tim stuck in his back.

Don: She fucking killed him?! What a bitch!

Tim: It's bad... Looking out the window, he catches a glimpse of her jumping into a taxi. She's gone; and drops on the couch, staring blankly.

Don: Are you gonna call the police? Tim, this isn't just bad. It's a fucking horrific gore circus! Who the fuck are these people? What do they want from you?

Tim: I was abducted on my way home just after we spoke on the phone; long story short, the fucking bitch drugged me. Then I woke up here on this couch; they asked me to give them the keys to my wallet; in fact, I was just getting punched in the face by this fuckhead when you rang the doorbell.

Don: Laughing, so I saved your ass!

Tim: Guess you did... I might've saved your ass too.

Don: What happened in there?

Tim: Man, I hid behind the door and stuck a knife in his back when he walked in; He tried to pull it out, but he couldn't reach it. Then stormed at me and started strangling me with his bare hands. He just wouldn't let go, I thought I was going to die, and then I heard the bitch screaming for help, I passed out, and I guess he went off to help her.

Don: Jeeesus. Man, we gotta call the police.

Tim: I'm not sure it's a good idea.

Don: Are you fucking insane? You've got a dead man in your living room, and we almost got killed! And it's just 10 AM. What do you wanna do? Flush him down the toilet and pretend nothing happen?

Tim: Hey Don, sit down an listen carefully