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blowjob bars, gender-benders and STDs. I got some pictures of him going into one of the bars and then waited outside. Half an hour later he still hadn’t come out. So I went in, took a seat at the end of the bar and ordered a beer. I was the only white woman in the place. I couldn’t see Copeland anywhere and figured he’d gone into one of the back rooms to get his cock sucked. Then I started getting seriously sleepy. The next thing I knew, I woke up naked, with a splitting headache, in a stone cell.”
    London pictured it.
    “So someone spiked your drink,” she said.
    Venta nodded.
    “I was turned into a sex slave,” she said, “a bondage sex slave to be precise. Men would pay to take us to one of the dungeons. They were allowed to do anything to us that their sick little minds could think up.”
     
    “I’LL TELL YOU MORE ABOUT THAT LATER,” Venta said. “Anyway, I was there for about a month when something happened. One of the customers bought me for a snuff.”
    “A snuff?”
    “Right,” Venta said. “A snuff is where they torture you, usually for days on end, and then kill you for the grand finale. The place didn’t allow snuffs on the premises so if a customer wanted to do a snuff he had to buy the woman outright and then take her somewhere offsite. I was at the point where I had already been paid for, stuffed into the trunk of a car and was being transported. We ended up veering off the road and tumbling down an embankment. The driver died in the crash. I was in the trunk for two full days and nights before someone spotted the wreck.”
    “My god,” London said.
    “Now let me tell you where you fit into all of this,” she said. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about what happened. I’ve done a lot of research. I’ll be the first to admit that drinks get spiked in Bangkok and bad things end up happening, to both men and women. But my mind keeps going back to that first night when I followed Copeland into the bar. I remember the bartender’s eyes falling on me almost immediately. At the time, I thought it was because I was a white woman, a blond one no less, and stood out. But now I think it was because he was expecting me.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I think he knew I would be coming in,” Venta said.
    “How would he possibly know that?”
    “Here’s my theory,” Venta said. “Bob Copeland wasn’t a real target at all. He was a rabbit. Someone set me up to follow him to Bangkok for the sole purpose of abducting me into slavery.”
    London heard the words and understood them but found the concept so bizarre that she really couldn’t fathom it.
    “Come again,” she said.
    “All right,” Venta said. “Let me break it down. I’m not trying to be conceited, but I’m an attractive woman.”
    “Agreed.”
    “I’d be worth a lot of money in the kind of place where I eventually ended up,” Venta said. “Now, suppose someone targets me—and I have no idea if it was someone from Bangkok or someone from here in the States. But assume the fact, that I’ve been targeted. Now the question is, how do they get me to Bangkok? It would be too complicated to abduct me here in the States and then try to smuggle me into Thailand. Too many things could go wrong. But what if I traveled there of my own accord? Do you see where I’m going with this?”
    London nodded.
    She did.
    “So they set up Bob Copeland as a pretend mark for me to follow,” Venta said. “I fall for it and head to Bangkok. Now they have me in the country and all they have to do is get me to the place where they’re going to abduct me. And that’s easy, because Copeland leads me right to them. I get abducted and Copeland walks out the back door with his ten grand or whatever it is that they paid him to be part of the charade.”
     
    LONDON COCKED HER HEAD.
    “It’s a theory,” she said. “But what makes you think that’s what happened as opposed to just some random misfortune once you got there?”
    Venta