Chapter 1

It was a cold day in Hamburg and the winds were blowing strongly. Jasmine hung onto her coat as she got out of her car and walked from the parking lot. She just came home from work and she wanted to get inside her flat as fast as possible. It was 5 on Thursday afternoon but the skies were cloudy and the sun no longer shone through, typical Northern German weather. Jasmine was an attractive Brunette whose parents came from Iran but she was born in Berlin, the capital of Germany. She was slim and sexy at 6 foot tall; 24 years old, very intelligent and hard working, she was a surgeon by profession and was normally pale but happened to be tanned at the moment. She reached the entrance of her apartment building. She lived on the third floor if the four-storey building with each floor having at least two flats. She lived alone at the top with no neighbor, and only three other inhabitants occupied the building. To her surprise someone stood at the front entrance of the building, someone she knew and didn't want anything to do with. He was Blond; tall at 6 foot 5, 26 years old, quite pale like a Raphaelite, very well-built and muscular, handsome, with features as striking as Jasmine's, and was her ex-boyfriend. His name was Boris, he was a Neo Nazi, even claiming that his grandfather was some high-ranking Nazi officer during the Second World War, but often operated by himself like some Maverick.

"Hey, how's my favorite Persian Princess doing?" Boris asked as he smiled at her.

"What do you want?" she asked him in a pissed off way as just seeing him had ruined her day. They broke up about a year ago because he brought her so many problems, and she could guess that he was in some deep shit now so that he needed her help. She noticed that he had a large black bag with him. I hope it is not what I think it is, she thought.

"I need a place to stay," he sounded serious.

"Let me guess, you didn't pay any of your bills, your landlord kicked you out, no one else wants to take you in and you got fired, right?" Jasmine was being sarcastic. She was the one who chose to break up with him in the first place.

"I've got nowhere else to go. You can't be so cold to me like this. Look it'll be just a couple of days until I get my life sorted out," he protested. He looked like he was going to start begging. Even go on his knees. Her greatest worry was that he was going to grab her and strangle her and threaten her to let him stay with her or else he could do real damage to her, like rape her, and given his height and strength he could get away with it too.

"Isn't there anyone else who could take you in? Perhaps one of your skinhead buddies or something," she suggested. She could never stand their White Supremacist ranting and didn't like them bringing up all that Aryan stuff.

"You ever tried calling one of them?" she moved her eve brow in a sarcastic manner. He took out his cell phone and called someone.

"Hey listen can I stay over at your place?" Boris asked the person he called. Silence for a while from Boris's side...

"Alright then," Boris hung up. "I can stay there for a night. He already promised to take in three more of our friends and he no longer has any space," Boris quickly picked up his large bag and walked past Jasmine.

"Perhaps, once you're there, he will let you stay longer," Jasmine took out her house key and opened the building door.

"I'll see you tomorrow Princess," Boris said as he walked away.

FRIDAY NIGHT/EARLY SATURDAY MORNING

Jasmine was out drinking with her work colleagues in a night club and felt that Boris would be at her place. The music was loud and she wanted to have a good time, talking about all sorts of things, but she never brought up Boris. She hoped that they let him stay longer at wherever he went, the worst that could happen was that she returned to her place and found him there. He might just break into the building or he would be sleeping out in the cold waiting for her. After clubbing, she headed back to her place about 1AM. When Jasmine reached the front porch of the building she saw someone lying down with a bag, Boris. She wanted him to go away so she slowly crept up the front steps and took out her key, opening the building door. She slowly pulled it open so as not to wake him up but once she was inside the building, he woke up and saw her closing the door.

"Wait. Jasmine, wait, please let me in." he started banging on the building door. She rushed up the stairs, still hearing him banging and cursing at the door. His shouting got worse as he called her a "hure", whore, and "nutte", prostitute but German male customers normally used it for Brunette prostitutes. She felt pretty scared that she made him angry and that he might come after her or wait for her outside the building all day or all night long. She shouted back at him, saying,

"Go away or I'll call the cops." The banging stopped. She climbed the stairs until she reached the third floor. When she reached the third floor she opened her flat and got inside and closed and locked the door behind her. She got undressed, washed her face in her bathroom's basin and headed off to bed, hoping that he did go away.

2AM.

Outside the building, one of the tenants walked towards the front porch of the building. Like Jasmine he too was just coming back from a night club. He saw Boris crouching with his bag by the entrance.

"Hi, Jasmine is my girlfriend and she didn't answer her intercom. I guess she must have fallen into a deep sleep. Could you let me in?" Boris asked him. This tenant smiled and said,

"Ok, but I can't let you in my flat and she may not let you in if she is heavily asleep. You might have to sleep outside on her doorstep and when she wakes up tomorrow morning and see you outside the hallway she will let you in," the tenant smiled.

"I ... I am ok with that. I don't want to her wake her up. I'll sleep out in the hallway on the third floor," Boris nodded. The tenant opened the building door, letting them both in. While Boris made his way all the way to the third floor, the tenant stopped at the second floor where he opened his flat door and got inside. This tenant was a skinny man in his early 40s. He went to one of his bedrooms; each flat has two small bedrooms, and started playing one of his recordings. It was for a girl from work and was a special CD just for her. He had managed to coax her to his apartment after work and she was now tied to the bed in this room. As he started it, he put earplugs in his ears and went back to the other bedroom. The recording had a hypnotic message in it, intended to make its listener be obedient to the first person he or she saw. He wanted this girl to be his mind controlled sex slave who would obey him at all times. Jasmine's bedroom was just above the bedroom where the recording was being played and a part of her subconscious mind was listening to it.