“I’m gonna tell you…” The man said, “what’s gonna happen next. Just so you ladies know what’s in store for you.” 

At his feet, the three roommates squirmed, helpless. Each of the young women had her hands lashed behind her back with rope in a tight boxtie, her legs bound at the knees and ankles. Ballgags were strapped in their mouths and thick, padded blindfolds kept them in the dark. 

“In just a minute, when my partner gets back, we’re going to load the three of you into the van.” He said, smiling as the first murmurs of panic began to escape the captives’ gags, confused and alarmed as they realized, for the first time since they’d been dragged from their beds by the intruders, that this was anything but a simple robbery. 

“We’re going to take you to a place outside the city. Just a quiet little waystation where no one would think to look. Some buddies of ours will also be coming…bringing girls they’re picking up tonight. Then, once we’ve got a full shipment, all of you will be put on a truck and sent to the facility.” The moaning intensified, slowly. The girls didn’t want to believe what he was telling them, wanted to believe it was just a joke, a robber messing with his victims, scaring them with a fake story before he departed, leaving them to pick up the pieces of their lives. They didn’t want to believe those lives were now over. 

“Our organization has a single product: girls, young, pretty things like the three of you.” He was getting excited now, laying out the nightmare that lay in store for them. “Of course, before we can sell you, you’ll need to be trained.” The captives’ struggling intensified, but that didn’t worry him. He’d seen plenty of girls in the same position as these three and none of them had ever escaped once they’d gotten to this point. 

“The training is quite brutal, I’m afraid. If you think the ropework we’ve got you in right now is bad, you’re in for a surprise, ladies. You won’t be able to wiggle a toe, much less squirm like you are now. Most girls crack after a week or two of it, some might last a month but sooner or later you’ll break and become obedient slaves for us. Then it’ll be time to sell you…” 

“Are you teasin’ the slaves again?” His partner said, coming in the room.

“Just lettin’ ‘em know what’s in store.” The first man replied. 

“They’ll find that out soon enough. Anyway, van’s out front and ready. Let’s get these bitches loaded up.”  

Sobbing and moaning, the girls are lifted, thrown over the shoulders of their captors and carried out into the night, to the cruel fate that lay in store for them…