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They both wore sexy, half-naked dresses and stilettos. Dallas wore a three-inch heel while Norah the stallion wore six inches. Heels weren't Dallas’s thing, but she made sure to wear them for work and when stepping out to a club. Both Norah and Dallas visited clubs quite often because Big Boy and his crewstayed turning up in the city. They’ve visited pretty much every local club and even clubs in nearby cities.

"A’ight, so, where we going?" Dallas asked so she could punch the address into her GPS.

"I don't know. I just wanna find me a sexy, thick mothafuckin’ man that can pick me up and fuck the life out of me." Norah threw her hands in the air and did her favorite dance.

Dallas gave her a slight smirk because she knew her best friend was serious.

Norah didn't bother with finding love. She wanted to be fucked properly, get a few dollars to stay fly, and gone ’bout her business. The way things were going in Dallas's relationship had turned Norah completely off about finding love. Not that Dallas was unhappy, but the constant check-ins, not being able to stay out late, and even the worrying. It was too much.

Because Big Boy hustled, any little thing worried Dallas. She wished she could live so freely like her best friend. Norah always seemed happy. Problem free. And kept money due to her men taking great care of her. However, Dallas just didn't have it in her. She was what they referred to in the hood as a “Sucka Fa Love.” She wanted to be romanced and treasured by one man. Although Big Boy was a jerk at times, he did his part with being romantic. He'd drop rose petals, surprise her with gifts, and give her money to go get pampered at a nearby spa.

"I don't know. Mama tripping about The Dynasty, but a part of me wanna go. I mean, what the fuck could be so crazy about it? I'm sure if it was that bad it would have been shut down." Norah shrugged.

"You right, but I don't know. Did you see the look in her eyes when she mentioned it?"

"Yes, but remember shit was different in her days. If Dragon saying it's popping, then it gotta be. You know how him and his boys is. They go where the niggas with money at. I say let's go." Norah buckled her belt.

Going against her better judgment, Dallas entered the name into the GPS and the address popped up. They pulled off from Mama's home to go and enjoy their night. Dallas was still in her feelings about Big Boy dissing her, but she was gonna have a drink and forget all about him.

***

As Dallas and Norah approached the large building, a shiver ran down Dallas’s spine. Mama's words echoed in her mind,"Never set foot in that place. It's not safe."But she had to see it for herself to understand. She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with fear as she stepped onto the overgrown path. Both she and Norah felt the same adrenaline rush. It had only sparked their curiosity.

What could be so terrible about this place?

Dallas thought as they approached the entrance. She remembered the look in Mama's eyes that spoke volumes, but she ignored it, determined to uncover the secrets that lay within.

When they stepped through the front door, the air was thick from cigar smoke, and the sound of machines echoed. Music could be heard from up top as the bass connected with the floor. From the outside, they expected to see cobwebs, but instead, exorbitant chandeliers, expensive suits, and older women who looked like they had been drinking all night filled the room.

The many eyes inside the establishment shifted in their direction, and it made Dallas feel out of place. There was a darkness inside the establishment, a malevolent presence that seemed to seep from the very walls. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, so maybe the feeling was what Mama had warned.

"Let's go up to the club. After the countdown, we gon’ come back down. Maybe I can hit on a slot because a bitch need some money." Norah looked over at Dallas.

Dallas noddedokay, so the two headed up the electric staircase eager to have a drink and shake some ass.

1

KASIM

Deep beneath the earth, in a damp and musty chamber, a beast-like man dwelled. The room was a dungeon with cold stone walls and a low, vaulted ceiling. The only light came from candles which flickered flames, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The beast of a man, named Kasim, spent all his time in this subterranean lair. He hated the world above with its bright sunlight and cheerful sounds. He hated the people, their laughter, and their love. Kasim was a creature of darkness—a shadow that didn’t bother the world because he hated when the world fucked with him. He didn't party, interact, and damn sure didn't do what most men his age did.

The sound of his door unlocking, and the guard letting him know his father called out to him, made his face twist. Hedidn't wanna be bothered today because it was just one of those days. He spent his days pacing back and forth in his dungeon, his heavy footsteps echoing off the walls. He would stop occasionally to glare at the candles, as if daring them to flicker out. Kasim's hatred for the world was all consuming. He blamed humanity for all the evils that had befallen him; especially his father. He saw him as weak and foolish, and the people who entertained him were blind to the darkness he possessed.

As the years passed, Kasim's isolation only deepened. He became a creature of habit, repeating the same routines day after day. He would eat, sleep, and pace, never varying his routine. But despite his physical strength, Kasim was a fragile creature. His emotions were raw and exposed, and the slightest disturbance could send him into a rage.

His body was massive and muscular due to the many pushups he did daily as if he was in a prison cell. He didn't get to spend his days out in the free world. He would prefer the dope boy lifestyle over the life his parents provided. He'd take the junky mother, pimp father, and host of baby mothers from the streets because being a Kingly came with torture.

Kasim headed out the door nearly blinded by the lights that had come from down the hall. He took the long trail down to his father’s cave, as he called it, and walked through the steel doors.

"Kasim, my weird son,” his father taunted with an annoying laugh.

Kasim didn't find shit funny, so he didn't so much as crack a smile. His father brushed him off and motioned for him to come take a look at the camera. Kasim walked over to see what his father was so eager to show him.

"We have a winner," his father boasted and pressed a single button that sent the alarm ringing.

The way he smiled, the excitement of yet another foolish winner, disgusted Kasim. Kasim watched the girl that sat on the stool, looking around frightened by the flashing lights. She didn't look like she belonged in a place like this, and she damn sure didn't know what she was about to get into. However, Kasim looked over to his father, wondering why he picked her. She looked sweet and innocent, definitely not cut for a Kingly.

"Why her?" Kasim asked.