I've made plans to go to my sister's for dinner. I've arranged to meet my girlfriend there. I'm not that far away, when a friend offers me a lift. I politely decline, but he's really insistent and bundles me into his car against my will. With that, he starts driving really fast in a direction I don't want to go. After some time, he gives in and lets me out of the car, but I'm miles away from my sister's house by then.
I'm on the side of a motorway, after being dropped off. I'm wondering how to get back, when a giant paople carrier pulls up and offers me a lift back. I accept. I'm sitting in the middle seats of the vehicle, somewhere behind the driver, surrounded by unfamiliar faces. A girl with brown hair pulls a matchbox from her pocket and tells everyone it's time to look at the tiny one. I've no idea what's in the matchbox and don't want to look. Someone tells me it's a insect sized girl...and I'm sure by then it's a freak and really don't want to see. Curiosity wins out and clear enough, inside the matchbox is a tiny, tiny girl. I've had enough and by this point, I'm not even sure where they're taking me, so I ask to be dropped off. They drop me off at a giant office block, say goodbye and drive away.
I approach the office block and go inside. I've no idea what I'm supposed to do here and I've even less idea what's happened to my girlfriend and the dinner at my sister's house. Inside, the lady at reception welcomes me and shows me to my desk. At least I assume it's my desk. I recognise the stuff around the keyboard and monitor...but have no idea what my job is here. I ask the woman sitting next to me and she tells me I should know already and besides, why sould she care since she's it's her last day. With that, as a last day treat for the old woman, a stripper arrives. As she starts dancing, a man at the front desk claws her with sharp finger nails until there's blood and then he and another man throw her from the balcony outside the office window.
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