Sarah Bowlen-Brown was a 22 year old, recently gradated police officer with the Hampshire Constabulary. The first few months of her placement at Basingstoke police station had gone smoothly. The veteran officers had taken her under their wings and showed her the ropes and stopped her from messing up. Today she was on the night shift starting at 6pm. Now at 5.50 she was in the locker room with PC Sally Wright, having fastened her collar and clipped her black tie neatly into place. Sarah and Sally exchanged small talk about their recent rest days as they headed to the squad room for assignment. Once everyone of her relief was assembled Sgt Wilson handed out the assignments. Sarah was assigned the drunk tank van with PC Simon Taylor. This was a first for Sarah as Simon was even greener that her and was only a week out of Bramshill, the police training college. She grabbed her hat and stab vest and headed out to the van.
The first few hours were quiet she and Simon had a pleasant chat about thinks whilst they waited for a shout. Simon seemed very gung ho to Sarah, perhaps it was their different up brining, Simon was from a council estate in Andover and she was the daughter of a fleet Captain in the Royal Navy, born in Portsmouth but spend main years of her life deployed where every her majesties navy saw fit to post her father. From a young age she was expected to enlist herself in the Navy but she had decided they she had spent enough time rooming the world that she decided to join the police force.
After they had both completed their life stories a shout came in Sally Wright had arrested a girl under section 5 of the public order act. Sarah gunned the van to the scene and helped Sally load up the girl. They dropped Sally and her prisoner back off at the nick and headed back to their waiting area ready for the next shout.
As they downed their 3rd coffee of the evening a call came in of a disturbance near their location. Simon acknowledged the call and Sarah turned on the blues and twos and raced to the scene. As they approached they saw two men fleeing the scene. Simon jumped out of the van and Sarah drove off after the other. he ran down a short alley so Sarah grabbed her hat and took chase on foot.
The suspect was quick on his feet but all the extra laps Sarah did at the gym had paid off and she caught him up easily. Pulling her baton she floored the suspect and before he could realise what had happened she sat on his back and cuffed him. She yanked him to his feet and frog marched him back to the van. She just got him into the back of the van when Simon came over the radio and said his suspect had gotten away and was asking her location. She was just about to answer when she felt a blow to the back of her head sending her to the floor. Dazed on the floor she felt her radio being yanked from her stab vest and heard a smashing sound as it was tossed away. Next the she heard the rear of the van being opened and heard muffled voice. She was forcefully rolled on to her front and felt the unmistakeable feeling of a pair of speed cuffs clipping round her wrists. She was pulled to her feet and tossed into the holding cell of her van. As her head began to clear she felt the van pull away. She started to kick and scream so the driver hit the brakes suddenly causing her to smack her head into the bulk head. after a few minutes the van stop and the rear doors opened two men dressing black pulled her from the van and put duct tape over her mouth and throw her into the boot of a car.
Again they drove for several minutes and the car stopped. The boot was opened and the two men lifted her out of the boot and marched her into a old warehouse. Inside the run down decor gave way to luxury furnishings. She now heard the men talking, but their words were not English. Being a child of the navy she had picked up a few different language and this one was sound like Slovak.
She was patted down and had her equipment belt and mobile phone taken away. She was then shoved into a room with 5 other young girls. They all looked young between 18 to 25 years old. 4 of the girls wore sashes usually worn on hen dos. Sarah started to put the pieces together. This must be Slovak human trafficking gang. Snatching girls off the street and selling them into slavery. She decided she was not going to let that happen when another door opened and one of the girls was pulled out and the door closed.
One by one the girls were taken out and not returned. The door opened again and the thug who had pulled the other girls approached her. He was carrying something, it was her police uniform helmet. He put it on her head and marched her through the new door.
The room was dark with barley enough light to see her way. The thug stopped her on a small platform and left suddenly bright lights erupted in to life around her. When her eyes had acclimatised to the change of light she saw she was surrounded by 8 glass walls. Inside the darken booths she could make out the silhouettes of men. A PA system crackled in to life and a voice spoke broken English. Gentlemen for your final consideration I give you PC Sarah Bowen-Brown, she is 21 and is from good breeding. She thought to herself how could he know all that then she realised that they had taken her stuff her warrant card gave her name and the other items in her purse would give away her age and other aspects of her life and finally a double barrelled surname was bound to be from money or good breeding.
For the next several seconds she saw the men pushing a button on their arm chairs until the voice came back on. Congratulation to bidder number 3 sold for £125000, she will be taken to your holding area. The lights went dark and the thug came out a side room and pushed her out of the auction area. After being send down several corridors she was shoved into another room, this was clearly as cell. The thug un cuffed her hands and pulled the door closed. Sarah removed the tap from her mouth and noticed she was not alone. A girl around 19 was sitting on the floor sobbing. Sarah put her arm around her to comfit her. Her name was Grace and today was her birthday. Poor kid Sarah though she examined the room they were in and other than the door there was a small cot and a toilet.
After what seemed like hours and new thug entered the room a twisted her arm behind her back and she was led to another room. inside there was a bed with chains in the 4 corners and also there was 2 more chains hanging from the roof. Her wrist were secured in the roof chains. The thug left and two young girls in sexy underwear came in.
Their faces were young but there eyes were glazed and broken spirited seeing far to much for their young years. One of the girls said the master had ordered that Sarah's lower half be stripped, as no girl was permitted to wear trousers in his presence. Sarah started to get scared as one girl un did her shoes as the other unfastened her trousers and pulled them off. With her trousers and shoes gone the girls pulled out a large pair of scissors and cut her stab vest away, followed by her uniform pullover. Stood there in only her panties, uniform shirt, tie and socks. She felt someone behind her and felt a prick in her left calf. She was being injected with something, it went to her head and she blacked out.
When she came to half conciseness she was chained to the bed. She had lost her socks and knickers and her shirt was unbuttoned to the collar. They had left her tie on but her bra was missing, either she had been stripped and redressed or they girls cut it away. She shook her head clear of the sedative they gave her. The door opened and man wearing a well tailored suit entered. He was wearing a masquerade mask but she could see from his exposed features that he had a dark complexion so he was from the far east. She gave a vain attempt to struggle but all he limbs were securely chained spreading her over the bed. The man reached out and stroked her ankle. Sarah in a last ditched attempt to stop him declared that he was already accessory to kidnapping and if he continued he will be guilt of rape and assaulting a police officer.
