When they reached his patrol car, luckily without waking up any of the truckers, he, to her surprise, hancuffed the girl’s hands behind her back. When she tried to speak, he shoved a rag into her mouth and covered it with electical tape. Then, still holding his gun, he motioned for her to step into a large duffle bag he had unzipped and placed on the ground.
She looked at him with tortured eyes, but she obeyed, sitting down in the bag, then laying on her back, pulling her legs up until her knees were beside her head. He zipped up the bag and threw it beside him in the car, and drove off. He didn’t want her sold off to that mexican they usually disposed of the girls to, didn’t want her to end up in some whorehouse, servicing 50 men a day, not his people.
No, he had a friend a couple hours away who had Yakuza connections in Thiland. He owed Mike a few favors, and he thought, since she was young and in good condition, he could have his friend sell her off to some bigwig in Japan, there to be a nurse maid and occasional mistress. Much better than what had been in store for her, and it was the best he could do.
He thought about her again: not bad for a Chinese girl. Maybe he would relieve himself once he got to his friends..
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