Morris led them up a narrow, winding path up the hills. He kept a steady, brisk pace that the bound girls struggled to keep up to. Jenny guessed he'd had some kind of military training at one point. Priya, burdened with the weight of the duffel bag, kept falling behind. Every time her pace slackened, Josh would whack her on the rump with a flexible green stick and, with a squeal, she'd speed up again.
Finally they reached the cabin. It was an old wooden structure made from planks that were rotting at the edges and covered in moss. The door was crooked, and some of the windows were boarded up, but there was a shiny, new looking solar panel array on the roof. Jenny was exhausted and her legs ached. Jason and Josh were panting a little but Morris looked untroubled by the exertion. Poor Priya was so exhausted she could hardly stand. Her legs were like jelly, she had a terrible cramp in her side and her shoulders were worn raw from the strap of the duffel bag.
Jason got them into the cabin by expertly picking the lock of the front door. Josh used his painful green stick to herd the soon-to-be merchandise inside. The girls collapsed onto the floor, momentarily more glad for a moment's rest than scared of the awful fate that awaited them.
And they were going to stay on the floor for a while, because Jason took the bag and used more of the rope to tie their ankles to their wrists. The hogtied Jenny and Priya mmphed and writhed, but could only roll over. Morris went over to the table and picked up the phone. He dialled.
From their position on the floor the two girls could faintly hear ringing on the other side of the line. It rang maybe seven or eight times and Morris impatiently muttered "C'mon! C'mon!". Then they heard the phone being picked up and, almost inaudibly a female voice, "Hello?"
"Hi Steph. This is Morris... that's right, I was, but me and a couple of buddies escaped... you still in the same line of business?... good... listen, we've picked up some items you might be interested in... couple of school girls... I dunno, a canoe trip or something... yeah... one white one, blonde, big tits, and a little foreign one... I dunno, India I think... look, the cops are going to be looking for them and us before too long so here's what I'm thinking. We turn 'em over to you and in return you get us out of here, a bit of spending money, new passports and safe passage across the border... Okay, deal! We're at old man Kaussner's old shack... See you in an hour or so then. Bye." He hung up.
Priya and Jenny started to whimper and sob. It was actually happening! They were going to be sold like meat.
About half an hour into the wait, they all heard a helicopter flying overhead. The three escapees jumped to their feet in alarm, and the girls dared to hope for rescue. But the whirring blades receded. "Ha!" exclaimed Morris. "They obviously don't think you pretty little bitches could have got up here so quickly. They'll still be searching the river!"
Half an hour later they heard the dim sound of a car pulling up and then a knock on the door. Jenny knew in her guts that it was the slavers. |