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Chapter 75

Something wasn't right with this picture. The hair on Tory's neck bristled as the van bumped along the back roads as if the drivers had been here before and knew the way. They knew exactly where to go-which turns to make.

"Who are you and what do you want with me?" Tory tried to ask through taped and trembling lips.

"Shut up or I'll do it for you," the guy sitting beside her said.

She took them seriously. She inched her hands toward the seat belt button, to try to unfasten it and get out the side door of the van, but the guy sitting beside her grabbed her hands.

She had no idea who these people were or what they wanted from her. She knew she needed to get away from them before she got sold into the sex slave market.

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