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.
*
John grabbed the battered leather bag, watching as Josh stuffed the penknife into his sock. "We should get going Josh. I want to get on the road before they get here."
"Nearly ready, just need to find that old hunting knife." Leaning over a big cardboard box, filled to the brim with the bric a brac of his life, he rummaged around until he found it. "Here it is."
Undoing his belt and threading it through the leather holder her redid his belt, the knife now attached to his side, hidden by his tee shirt and leather jacket. "Ready, let's get the show on the road." Calling out to the woman in his bedroom, "Katrina, come on, lets go."
Both men turned around as she shyly walked into the lounge, the black sweatshirt hanging down, almost covering the black tight skirt she had put on fresh from the washing machine, her hair pulled back in the ponytail, her eyes staring out from her pale sweet face. John let out a sharp whistle. "Wow, you certainly managed to find yourself a real looker to rescue Josh."
Walking over to where she stood, Josh put his arm around her shoulders protectively, "Come on Kat, lets go." and leading her to the front door, took one last look at his home before going out the door and leading the trio down the stairs to his friends beat up old van. Climbing onto the back, and taking the leather bag from his friend, he settled Kat down, and shut the back doors, just as he noticed the black car pull up and three men in dark suits get out. Calling out to the front of the van he told John, "Get a move on, they've arrived."
Putting the van into reverse, John pulled out of the parking space, and drove up the road and into the passing traffic, just as the three men crossed the road and walked towards the apartment block.
"Jesus Christ, that was close!" John growled, looking behind him in the side mirror, watching as one of the men went around the back of the block and the other two enter the main entrance. "A couple more minutes and we would have had a fight on our hands."
Josh held Kat close, stroking her shoulder as he settled her down. "But they didn't get us, and were free and safe. Let's get down to the farm as soon as we can, I want to start to make the arrangements. The faster we can get her somewhere well away from here, the better I'll feel."
The van trundled down through the town, out into the countryside, and towards the south. Fields and woods flashed by, along with the occasional small village until they turned down the muddy track leading to John's small farm holding. Bouncing around in the back of the van, the smell of rotting vegetables and chickens, Kat and Josh sat quietly, leaning against the side of the van, her head in the crook of his arm, her legs bent, her slim thighs and calves catching Josh's attention as they moved along.
*
Konstantin kicked over the television, his anger at missing them a tangible fury. He knew it couldn't have been long since they left, the two dirty plates and empty mugs still sat on the small table, and the smell of shower gel still permeated the bathroom.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Stomping over to the window he looked down at the garages below. "Go and check out to see if the car is gone." He dreaded making the phone call to tell the boss that they had missed catching the girl. Last night he had gotten rid of Petre, shooting him in the head and throwing the body into the big freezer until he had time to get rid of it, and if he wasn't successful soon he had a feeling he was going to join the corpse, now stiff and frozen, at his boss's orders.
