This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human sex Trafficker.
There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it.
If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggestions for what will happen to the characters in to the story.
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The usual noise in the bar was suddenly broken by the screams of women, and the loud shouting of men. Chairs banged as they fell over, the tinkling of broken glass, and the sound of people running wildly looking for cover added to the noisy crescendo that had erupted. Josh swirled around, the beer in his hand spilling over the edge of his glass, sloshing down his black tee shirt, as he peered through the dim bar to see what had caused this crazy chaos, only to be hit full in the chest by a running woman, knocking him over onto his rump, her small body pinning him to the floor.
He looked up into wild hazel eyes, fringed by long black lashes and heard her squeak as she struggled to get up on her knees away from laying on top of his prone body. Grunting as her knee pressed down on his groin, Josh's hands tried to steady her, as the loud sound of gun fire echoed around the large room.
"Oh my God, help me." She whimpered in a deep Eastern European accent, crawling towards the back of the bar, and aiming for the shelter behind the old cherry wood counter running the length of the back of the room, seemingly the best place to hide at this given moment of madness.
Josh looked up across the room, over the heads of all the other patrons in the crowded pub this Saturday night, now lying on their stomachs, hands protecting their heads, men lay over their woman trying to protect them. He stared over at the two thugs standing guns in hands, eyes roaming over the people at their feet, as if searching for someone in particular. Turning around to see the woman's delectable bottom as it disappeared crawling quietly behind the counter, he rolled over very carefully, trying not make a noise or bring attention to himself, and followed her.
He could hear the deep rough voice of one of the thugs with the guns shout out, "Katrina, we know you're in here. Come on out bitch and show yourself. Save yourself even more pain and trouble than you're already in. Come on stand up, 'cause if you don't, when I find you I'll fucking make you wish you had!"
Josh saw the head of the woman disappear down a hatch hidden by the high and long bar, and quickly moved towards it just as she started to pull the cover closed. Grabbing it and looking down into her frantic face, he pulled the cover back and slid his body down onto the wooden steps leading from the hole, and into the basement below. Slipping the cover until it closed quietly above them, he carried on down the steps, until standing in the dark room he reached out, feeling in front of him to grab the body standing shivering with fear and holding her still to ask her in a deep growl, "What the fuck was that all about?"
"We have to get out of here, now. They mustn't find me. I'm dead if they do. Please help me."
Josh stood in the dark, his eyes starting to adjust to the dark cellar, the only light coming from a dirty grime streaked window over at the end of the musty area.
"What do they want you for?"
"Not now, just get me out of here, please." her voice trembled and begged, her hands grasping at his still beer damp tee shirt. "They mustn't get me. I can't go back. I can't. I can't." the last said with her voice breaking on a sob.
Gathering her to him, his arm around her shoulders, he felt her body as tremors ran through her, and looking around the room, he searched for some exit they could leave by, noticing another hatch further back. Letting go of the terrified woman, he walked over to the second hatch, and going up the wooden stairs pushed against the heavy wood until it moved slightly. "Over here, quick." and peeping out through the small crack he checked for anyone that might see them emerge, and seeing no one, he pushed open the hatch so that light flooded into the dark cellar. Looking down to where the woman stood, her arms wrapped around her small waist, he held out his hand, and slowly she took it, as they made their way up the steps and out into the dark night.
Closing the hatch, they stood in the backstreet, the streetlight illuminating the area, the cobbled stones shining underfoot. "My car is parked around the corner, stay here, I'll go and get it and then come and get you."
She clutched at his arm, her nails digging in, frantic with worry. "Please don't leave me."
