Rousing from a pain induced sleep, Elsa tries to remember where she is.

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.

Money.

He throws clothes at her. Let’s go. You’re a white slave now.

2015©isadoradelavega

Genre – Fiction

Word Count – 100

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