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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John listened to Mike as he told him, "Alexei Romanich, a bad piece of work. We've tried to get him, but he's a sticky character to pin down. Runs his empire from a big mansion up near Newark upon Trent. Out in the countryside near a small village called Farndon. Calls it Little Russia. We managed to prosecute some of his recruiters, mostly in Rumania and Poland, but we never seem to get anything to pin on him. The witnesses are too scared to tell us anything much. If she is willing to testify we could have him at last."
"Josh is taking her down to my cousin's Bed and Breakfast in Brightstone in the Isle of Wight. It's off season, and they should be safe down there."
"I'll get my contact in the UN that deals with Human Trafficking to give Josh a call. Give me his mobile number and tell him to wait down there for contact. Expect my opposite number in the UK to give you a call John. His name is Phil Amery. One of the good guys. He'll oversee it all, make sure their both safe."
"Cheers Mike. Give my love to your lovely wife when you see her next."
"Two more months John, then I'm on leave back in England. Just two more months."
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Walking out of the small farm house, he watched as Josh and Katrina stood, chickens running around their feet, as they scattered food about.
John watched as Josh placed his hand at the girls back, his body language protective even amongst the frantic chickens. Shaking his head he walked towards them. Always the protector, that was Josh. A good strong man who cared. He had known him for ten years, serving together, playing together, looking out for each other. He knew how he must feel having left the service a year before Josh had, slightly lost, unsure of what to do, trying to find a life outside of the army and its structure. But for Josh it was worse. He had left only to find out his wife had found someone else, been having an affair for years and asked for a divorce. He had worried for his friend, but seeing him now with the young woman, he could see the old spark back, the man he used to work along side of come back, the fight returning, the need to put wrongs right.
Striding through the clucking birds, he said, "These are laying hens, not for eating. You don't have to fatten them up too much."