Chapter 7

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"El jefe estará complacido. ¿Cuánto tiempo crees que la mantendrá con vida?"

The boss will be pleased. How long do you think he'll keep her alive?

"no mucho tiempo"

Not very long.

A conversation amidst hushed voices enveloped me. My body kept jilting in various directions  as if I was on a vibrating platform. I tried to focus my vision and get up but I was stopped by a cold metal mesh right above my head.

A cage. I was in a cage.

When my eyes stopped seeing stars I realized I was inside a well furnished room that seemed to be... moving?

I looked to my side and saw a window. Outside there was a vast mass of land that we were passing by.   We were inside a plane. The two men who had been whispering around me finally acknowledged my awake self.

One stepped forward and I cowered back...or at least, I attempted to. Unfortunately the back of the cage stopped me and I hit my back.

The man grinned, a patronising, hair raising grin.

"Relax señora, I just need a photo for El Jefe." He said as he pulled out a cellphone.

I didn't have time to process his words as a quick flash appeared along with the clicking of a photo being captured.

"There, gracias." He murmured as he furiously type.

I furiously rubbed my eyes and sat back. This was a literal  nightmare. What had I done?

The last thing I could remember was partying with Mike and Clara and now here I was inside a cage on a plane with a bunch of strange men.

Oh my God...

Am I being trafficked? 

The thought made all the acid in my stomach rise up to my throat and i started rattling the cage in an attempt to break it and get out.

It obviously didn't work and as my frustration and fear increased, I started screaming. 

My screams only served to annoy one of my kidnappers who swiftly told me to shut up.

I clamped my mouth shut and swallowed all of the upcoming sobs. 

Why the hell was this happening?

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