She remembers Gerard telling her about the moss covered building. How goats cheese was made there.
Her head throbs; her body aches. She is naked on a dirt floor chained to a pole. She can’t see inches in front of her eyes. A hint of light squeezes through the edge of the window.
Images race through her head like a slideshow.
Her mother warned her. An internet romance is dangerous.
“Why Gerard?”, she screams.
He throws clothes at her. Let’s go. You’re a white slave now.
Genre – Fiction
Word Count – 100
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