Priya backed slowly and quietly towards the undergrowth. The twilight had faded into near darkness and the girls' campfire was burning low, so she was sure that if she could get far enough away she'd be able to get out of sight of the evil men.
Priya didn't think Jenny had noticed her slipping away but, the way she was swearing and struggling, she might as well have been creating a diversion on purpose. Hardly daring to breathe, she neared the edge of the clearing. A few more steps and she'd reach the cover of the undergrowth and have at least half a chance of getting away.
Suddenly Jason looked up, "Hey! Where's the other one?" he said. Shit! thought Priya in terror and began to sprint into the forest. "RUN PRIYA!" screamed Jenny, as Josh and Jason ran after the petite girl. Priya moved as fast as she could, but she was cold and sore, and not much of an athlete anyway, and before long the two men had caught her. They carried the shrieking girl over their heads triumphantly, took her back to the clearing and dumped her unceremoniously on the ground.
Morris said, "Let's not have any more of this. Tie 'em up and shut 'em up!"
Josh grabbed his duffel bag. It was the only thing they'd brought with them, apart from the rifle, and contained a lot of the equipment they'd used to escape the prison. There was still a fair bit of rope and half a roll of duct tape left. That would do.
Morris callously forced Jenny to her knees and held her hands behind her back while Josh tied her wrists together. Then he grabbed her hair, pulled her head back so that she shrieked in pain and stuffed a pair of panties that had been hanging to dry in her mouth. Priya's of course. Then they wound a few rolls of duct tape around her head and over her lips to keep them in. She bucked and thrashed, going "MMMPH! NMGH!", as the convicts did the same to Priya.
There was now no way either girl would try to make a run for it. Morris looked at the sobbing, shivering, and helpless Jenny and Priya with satisfaction and said, "It's the slave auctions in Balakstan and a life of degrading servitude for these two. Have the little brown animal carry your bag, Josh, hang it around her neck. We'll march them to the cabin up in the hills; that's where the nearest phone is. We need to hurry now, or my contacts won't be able to get us out before the cops turn up. Oh yeah, take that bucket of blueberries as well. I could do with a snack."
The five, three escapees and two slaves, began the hike. |