You're never too old for rock music." Felicia brushed back her loose hair.
His radio beeped. "Agent Wayne, we received an anonymous tip that four blond women were sighted being shoved inside a car by a man with a sleeveless shirt and tattoo stopped at a 7-11 in New Jersey," Officer Jones said.
"Copy that. Do they have the exact location?"
"Sending you guys the address now. Witness said the women looked filthy and gaunt."
"Thank you." He glanced at Felicia. "Maybe you can start blasting the radio as we take a drive to New Jersey."
Felicia checked her iPhone. "Hmmm, I know exactly where that is. My hometown."
"You never told me you grew up in New Jersey."
Bobbing her head from side to side, Felicia said, "Jersey Shore."
***
Dana waited. When her door opened and her mother entered, Dana pounced on her like a prey. She shoved her mother to the door and pushed the screwdriver on her throat.
Beads of sweat poured from Marcy's forehead.
"Sh," she whispered. "I'm not going to let them hurt us." She cleared her throat and yelled, "You better tell me everything, or I will kill you. I don't care what happens to me."
Skully popped inside. "Now, here comes the feisty woman. She surely takes after you, Marcy."
Marcy eyed the screwdriver and elbowed Dana in her stomach, knocking her down to the floor. "I make the rules around here." Turning to Skully, Marcy added, "For the tenth time, I have no daughter."
Dana lifted onto all fours and kicked Skully in the crotch .
"You bitch!" Skully doubled over.
Dana escaped. Four women sitting huddled together in the living room. "C'mon. Let's go."
The four women, resigned and filthy shook their heads.
One petite blond lady with a ponytail said, "We can't go anywhere. They will find us."
Dana pulled them up. "We can't give up. We're five. Please."
They followed her to the door. Dana's heart leaped as the door wasn’t locked. She dashed outside with the four women trailing behind and inhaled the fresh air.
From the corner of her eye, Dana spotted her mother running after her, but Skully pulled her back. Dana halted, but her mother signaled her to leave. Her heart sank. I will see her again.
"Do you know where we are?" Dana asked.
The curly-haired blond inched her way beside Dana. "I overheard the man say we're near Jersey Shore."
"Hmm." Dana raced to the left. "You guys have to follow me. I tried that route." She pointed to the right. "It didn't lead me anywhere. I’m assuming if we go south, we should reach the ocean."
An hour later, the five women still followed the dirt road, catching their breath.
"We can't stop," Dana warned.
The Puerto Rican spoke up. "We need to know why they took us? I'm Maria, and this is Belinda, Jane, and Rosie. What's your story?
The women exchanged information sharing a common way of being abducted.
"The lady in the house is my mother," Dana said.
They gasped as Dana narrated how Marcy disappeared when she was ten and finished with her father's letter.
"Did your mother tell you why?" Belinda asked.
"All she said is that I was in danger."
"That's what she told all of us," Jane said. "We were all in an abandoned house before they transferred us to where you were. They all asked us if she was our mother."
"I was the first one," Rosie added.
"Did they rape you guys? What did they tell you?" Dana asked.
They shook their head.
"No, they would come bring food and psychologically play with your mind and then disappear and come after two days," Maria said.
"They did the same thing with me."
"Wait a minute," Rosie said. "You're a supermodel, right? I've seen your face in magazines."
Dana nodded. "Yeah, but I just turned thirty and nobody's going to want me."
"You're still beautiful. I'm twenty-nine and I would love to look like you," Rosie said.
"Me too. I'm twenty-eight," Maria added.
"Twenty-eight, "Jane said.
"Twenty-nine," Belinda chimed in.
"Hmm, looks like our captors are trying to figure out who is her daughter. I mean look at all
His radio beeped. "Agent Wayne, we received an anonymous tip that four blond women were sighted being shoved inside a car by a man with a sleeveless shirt and tattoo stopped at a 7-11 in New Jersey," Officer Jones said.
"Copy that. Do they have the exact location?"
"Sending you guys the address now. Witness said the women looked filthy and gaunt."
"Thank you." He glanced at Felicia. "Maybe you can start blasting the radio as we take a drive to New Jersey."
Felicia checked her iPhone. "Hmmm, I know exactly where that is. My hometown."
"You never told me you grew up in New Jersey."
Bobbing her head from side to side, Felicia said, "Jersey Shore."
***
Dana waited. When her door opened and her mother entered, Dana pounced on her like a prey. She shoved her mother to the door and pushed the screwdriver on her throat.
Beads of sweat poured from Marcy's forehead.
"Sh," she whispered. "I'm not going to let them hurt us." She cleared her throat and yelled, "You better tell me everything, or I will kill you. I don't care what happens to me."
Skully popped inside. "Now, here comes the feisty woman. She surely takes after you, Marcy."
Marcy eyed the screwdriver and elbowed Dana in her stomach, knocking her down to the floor. "I make the rules around here." Turning to Skully, Marcy added, "For the tenth time, I have no daughter."
Dana lifted onto all fours and kicked Skully in the crotch .
"You bitch!" Skully doubled over.
Dana escaped. Four women sitting huddled together in the living room. "C'mon. Let's go."
The four women, resigned and filthy shook their heads.
One petite blond lady with a ponytail said, "We can't go anywhere. They will find us."
Dana pulled them up. "We can't give up. We're five. Please."
They followed her to the door. Dana's heart leaped as the door wasn’t locked. She dashed outside with the four women trailing behind and inhaled the fresh air.
From the corner of her eye, Dana spotted her mother running after her, but Skully pulled her back. Dana halted, but her mother signaled her to leave. Her heart sank. I will see her again.
"Do you know where we are?" Dana asked.
The curly-haired blond inched her way beside Dana. "I overheard the man say we're near Jersey Shore."
"Hmm." Dana raced to the left. "You guys have to follow me. I tried that route." She pointed to the right. "It didn't lead me anywhere. I’m assuming if we go south, we should reach the ocean."
An hour later, the five women still followed the dirt road, catching their breath.
"We can't stop," Dana warned.
The Puerto Rican spoke up. "We need to know why they took us? I'm Maria, and this is Belinda, Jane, and Rosie. What's your story?
The women exchanged information sharing a common way of being abducted.
"The lady in the house is my mother," Dana said.
They gasped as Dana narrated how Marcy disappeared when she was ten and finished with her father's letter.
"Did your mother tell you why?" Belinda asked.
"All she said is that I was in danger."
"That's what she told all of us," Jane said. "We were all in an abandoned house before they transferred us to where you were. They all asked us if she was our mother."
"I was the first one," Rosie added.
"Did they rape you guys? What did they tell you?" Dana asked.
They shook their head.
"No, they would come bring food and psychologically play with your mind and then disappear and come after two days," Maria said.
"They did the same thing with me."
"Wait a minute," Rosie said. "You're a supermodel, right? I've seen your face in magazines."
Dana nodded. "Yeah, but I just turned thirty and nobody's going to want me."
"You're still beautiful. I'm twenty-nine and I would love to look like you," Rosie said.
"Me too. I'm twenty-eight," Maria added.
"Twenty-eight, "Jane said.
"Twenty-nine," Belinda chimed in.
"Hmm, looks like our captors are trying to figure out who is her daughter. I mean look at all
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