“There you two are!” Thompson said, walking into the shop. Across the room, Scarlet and Mary were carrying the rolled up carpet which contained their two captives. “Smith wants to get everyone loaded up so we can ship ‘em to the facility.” He eyes the carpet, noting the way it squirmed. “That one girl or two?”

“Two.” Scarlet replied. “There’s one more girl in that chest over there.” She said, nodding towards the wooden box.

Thompson walked over and opened it. He lifted the junk out to reveal a young woman, curled up in the bottom of the crate, bound, gagged and naked. Hannah sobbed quietly. The young woman was covered in a light sheen of sweat from her fruitless struggles. She squirmed as Thompson reached down and lifted the captive out of her wooden prison.

“Come on bitch! Quit Struggling!” Thompson said, tossing the frightened girl over his shoulder. “Time for you to join your friends…”

While he was taking care of Hannah, Scarlet and Mary had made their way to the back door of the shop. “What should we do with our two ‘guests’ once we get home?” Mary asked, excitedly.

“I don’t know. Maybe we could-hang on!” Scarlet suddenly came to a halt, beside the door. When Mary started to ask a question, Scarlet shushed her. “Listen!” From outside, they could just hear their partner, Smith, talking on his cellphone.

“…Is that so?” Smith said. “Alright then. I’ll take care of those two. They were always more trouble than they were worth, anyway. I’ll enjoy seeing them up on the auction block…”

“Scarlet! What’s going on!?!” Mary asked, nervously.

“I don’t know.” Scarlet replied. “But I think Smith is getting ready to double-cross us…”

“But my uncle…” Mary began.

“I don’t think your uncle is in any position to do much for us now.” Scarlet replied. “We need to do something quick, unless we want to end up joining these dumb bitches on the auction block…” she paused for a moment. “Ok…I think I have an idea…”

***  

“You sure you passed them on their way out?” Smith asked, angrily. He swung his head around, checking the corners of the shop as he stepped through the door, pistol drawn.  

“Positive. They were carrying a rolled up carpet.” Thompson replied. The slaver had delivered Hannah to the waiting van, only to discover the two had never come out. Smith had explained the change of plans, regarding Scarlet and Mary’s continued employment with their organization.

“Damn…” Smith said, “They must have found out somehow. Shit! I hope we can find them. The boss wanted them for the auction, to make back some of the money Mary’s stupid uncle stole. And I won’t lie, I was looking forward to seeing those two naked, being led out and sold…” He stepped into the back store room. “Well, seems like they left something behind.” He said, looking down at the rolled up carpet on the floor. The bundle squirmed, gently. “At least they didn’t run off with these two. The boss would have really chewed us out if we lost them and a pair of valuable slaves.”

He nodded to Thompson while putting away his gun. “Come on. Help me with this. Odds are they’re long gone by now. Let’s just get these two to the van and get out of here. The boss can send another team to chase Scarlet and Mary down if he really feels like it.”

Nodding, Thompson walked over. Bending over, the two men lifted the carpet up. Inside, the carpet’s occupant murmured and squirmed inside. The two slavers turned and carried their load to the back door. The van was still parked behind the shop. Inside, the other four girls, those who were still conscious, sobbed, struggling helplessly in their bonds.

“Alright girls…” Smith said, as he and his partner set the carpet down. He and Thompson pushed the carpet, unrolling it. “Time for you to join your coworkers...what the…aaah!” The carpet rolled out to reveal Mary, lying on top. The young woman raised gun and fired. From the tip of the taser, the two metal prongs shot out and connected with the slaver. He grunted sharply as a massive jolt of electricity shot through him.

Thompson’s eyes widened in shock. He reached for his gun. Before he could, Scarlet stepped out of the door and shot him in the back with a second stun gun. The man grunted sharply before falling over, stunned.

“That worked better then I thought!” Scarlet said, checking over the two men for any signs of movement. Neither of them seemed like they would be getting up anytime soon. She tested this by giving Smith a sharp prodding in his side with the tip of her boot. He groaned, but otherwise did not respond. “Let’s get these two taken care of…” The young woman glanced over her shoulder at the van and its helpless occupants. “Don’t worry, ladies. We’ll see to you in a moment.”

Leaning over, Scarlet picked up Smith. Mary struggled to lift Thompson. Together, the two dragged the limp slavers back into the shop. Scarlet produced a pair of handcuffs and used it to shackle the men to one of the overburdened shelves.

“What do we do with them now?” Mary asked, looking down.

“Let’s just leave them.” Scarlet replied. She leaned over and quickly searched the two men, grabbing their guns as well as the keys to the van from Smith’s jacket pocket. “The boss may decide we’re not worth bothering over, but he’ll certainly send someone after us if we kill two of his men. They’ll either free themselves or whatever cleanup crew comes by to take care of the evidence here will find them. Our worry is getting far enough away from here by then we can disappear cleanly.”

Straightening up, Scarlet opened over to a large, dark wood wardrobe. She opened it up. From inside, Samantha and Ophelia whimpered into their gags, seeing her. The two stood upright, still lashed together, in the narrow space of the cabinet. Reaching in, Scarlet dragged the couple out. “Let’s get these two to the van and get out of here.”

Together with Mary, they carried their captives through the shop to the back door. Outside, they tossed the young women in the back of the van with the other shop girls. “What do we do with them now?” Mary asked. “We can’t take these two back to our house and we won’t be delivering them to the facility.”

“I know someone…” Scarlet replied, reaching towards a box in the van behind the passenger’s seat. “A coworker from the last organization I worked at.” Opening it up, she pulled out a bottle of chloroform and a dozen cloth pads. “He’ll give us a fair price for these ladies, more then enough to retire someplace isolated and tropical.”

On the floor of the van, the captive women moaned, as the brief hope that their fates might be different was quickly dashed. Scarlet poured some of the chloroform onto the pads. Leaning over, she pressed the pads to her prisoner’s faces, one by one, knocking them out. The last two she drugged were Samantha and Ophelia. “Well…maybe we won’t sell all of you…retirement would be so boring without a couple lovely playthings for us to torment!” The two lovers whimpered into their gags miserably, as they slowly went under.

The two kidnappers climbed into the van. Scarlet got into the driver’s seat, Mary sat down in the passenger’s seat beside her. “There is one more thing…” Scarlet told her lover. “I know where he lives, but he likes to keep that strictly need to know. He can be quite picky about it so…” She held up one more chloroform-soaked pad. “You’ll have to take a quick nap while I drive us there…”

Mary sighed. “Fine.” She said, letting Scarlet gently press the pad to her face. She forced herself to breathe in, the drugs making her feel light headed. The last thing she heard, as things went black, was Scarlet whispering to her. “Just dream about our new life together, and how much fun we’ll have together…”