âFine, you dumbass.
Head to the base.
â Evelyn hung up, ignoring Nicoleâs shock.
She smirked.
âWell, still hanging in there, huh?â
Nicole realized sheâd jumped from the frying pan into the fire.
Evelyn seemed harmless and even helped her report to the cops.
Who knew she was a crook in disguise too!
âWho⦠Who the hell told you to do this?â Nicole demanded, her voice trembling with shock.
But before she could finish her question, her body betrayed her, collapsing like a sack of potatoes.
She realized there was something off about the towel sheâd just used.
That was all she had time to think before she fainted.
Evelyn watched Nicole pass out and chuckled.
âYou held out longer than most, But itâs all the same in the end.
â
With a smirk, she started the car and drove off.
Nicole had no idea how long sheâd been out.
When she came to, she was in a dingy wooden shack.
It was cramped and looked Like some makeshift hideout.
Her Limbs were bound, and she felt like a sack of bones, probably thanks to the drug theyâd pumped into her.
She struggled against the ropes, but they might as well have been made of steel.
Frustrated, she stopped, conserving her energy while scanning her surroundings and tuning in to the sounds beyond the walls.
From what she could gather, there were likely two goons on watch duty, trading shifts.
Ten minutes ago, sheâd overheard chatter outside, followed by silence.
Now, only one set of footsteps echoed in the darkness.
Before long, the wooden door of the shack groaned open.
In stepped a man with a bandage wrapped around his head.
It was the driver whoâd snatched Nicole that night.
He barged in and slammed the door shut, his eyes blazing with rage.
âYou f@cking bitch!â he spat, venom dripping from his words.
âIâve been hauling people around for years, but never have I taken such a hit.
Iâm goddamn furious!â
Nicole figured this person was deep in the human trafficking game.
His words hinted at years of experience of ruining Lives.
Countless souls had been screwed over because of scum like him.
âWhy are you doing this? I donât even know you,â Nicole questioned, feigning fear.
Being aggressive wouldnât help her now.
Nicole knew she needed to be smart, evade getting hurt, and conserve her energy for a possible escape attempt.
âOf course, you donât know me.
If you did, I wouldnât be in this line of work,â the man retorted, rubbing his hands together as he approached.
Without warning, he delivered a harsh kick to Nicole.
âRemember what I said? About breaking your legs that night? Itâs time to make good on that promise,â he declared.
Nicole winced from the pain of the kick to her leg bone.
âPlease, Iâm sorry.
I didnât mean any harm.
I just want to liveâ¦â
The man glared at her with malice.
âYou still think you deserve to live? Youâd be better off sold to a place where death would be a mercy,â he sneered.
Terrified, Nicole inquired, âWhat kind of place is that?â