“We had a deal, Mr. Sang.”  The man sat back in the armchair, his face masked in the shadows.  The red glow of the tip of his cigarette bounced as he spoke, a thick plume of smoke pouring from his nostrils before he spoke again.  “The price was more than reasonable.”

“It’s not a problem of money,” Mr. Sang said, fidgeting slightly.  He wrung his hands, his sweaty palms sliding across each other.  “It’s just, for something like this…”

“You want to keep one of them,” the man stated as Mr. Sang trailed off.

“I am assuming most of the risk, and I’ll be the first person the police look at…”

“And you think having one of them will help clear you of police suspicion?”

“No, I mean, I have a place, off the grid, that won’t be an issue.  But since it’s my neck on the line, yes, I would like to keep one of them,” he said, his confidence bolstering.

The man took a long draw on his cigarette.  “Fine.  Name your price.”

“I want Jimin,” he blurted.

“What’s your second choice, Mr. Sang?”

Mr. Sang opened his mouth, wanting to protest.  He couldn’t seem to find an argument.

“You had to know I wouldn’t be so quick to part with the leader of Ace of Angels.  Surely you have a backup.  Choose quickly, I have things to do.”

“Seolhyun,” he said, confident in his decision.  

“A fine choice.  I can part with her.  She is yours, and you’ll find your money deposited in your account.

“Thank you, sir.  Can I ask, when can I get her from you?”

“From me?” the man in the shadows scoffed.  “You want her Mr. Sang, get her yourself.  It’s time to get your hands dirty.”

“But I thought, I’d just get the tour bus to you, and your people would take it from there.”

“Where’s the fun in that, Mr. Sang.  ‘My people,’ are hunters, and you’re being paid very handsomely for the chance to hunt.  You can partake in the hunt yourself, and enjoy the spoils of victory, or you can have just your money and go back to paying all the hookers you can dream of.”

Mr. Sang nodded hesitantly.  

“But Mr. Sang I should warn you, once you’ve taken what you want, paying for it will never measure up.”

Mr. Sang nodded again.  “Alright, I’m in.”

“Of course you are.  Strand the tour bus just outside Harrisville.  I’ll take care of the rest.  And I’ll make sure that Seolhyun is off limits for the first six hours.  After that, I make no promises.”

Mr. Sang nodded, bowing deeply.  “I’ll get them there.  Thank you sir.”

The man put his cigarette out in the crystalline ashtray beside him.  He waved Mr. Sang out.  He got up slowly, cracking his neck, an ugly scar across his throat glinting in the light.  Went behind his armchair, pulling a thick black sheet off a cage.  Inside was a woman completely encased in latex.  He opened the cage door.

“Out my Pet,” he commanded, and the woman rose from the hard plastic bottom of the crate, walking out of the cage on her hands and knees.  She moved with feline grace despite the constrictive latex prison encasing her, rubbing against the man’s leg.  “Did you hear all of that?” he asked her.

She purred an affirmative response into the latex mask covering her mouth.  “We have some Angels to hunt.”



On board their tour bus, the eight members of the Korean Pop group, Ace of Angels rode through the night.  They were supposed to be in Philadelphia and checked into their hotel so they could be ready for their show the next day hours ago, but between the whopping three flat tires, and their manager and driver Mr. Sang getting lost, they were way behind schedule.

The bus rolled to a stop, and the girls looked out the window.  They had pulled over on the side of the road, an old country back road in the middle of the woods, with not a building in sight.

“What’s going on Mr. Sang?” Choa asked.  

Mr. Sang opened the partition to the back of the bus.  The stocky manager with thinning hair wiped sweat off his brow.  “Something’s wrong with the bus, I don’t know what’s wrong with it.”

“You don’t have to feel bad, Mr. Sang,” Seolhyun said, smiling at their manager.  “It’s not your fault.”

“Right,” he said.  It was very much his fault, but the smiling dancer, his smiling dancer, soon, calmed him.  This would all be worth it.  His employer was a very powerful man, and the girls would disappear without a hitch, and then he’d be free to live out the rest of his life in luxury with his new slave by his side.

“I’m not getting any cell service,” Mina noted, trying to pull up a map on her smart phone.

“Me neither,” Chanmi said.  “Looks like we can’t even call a cab.”

“I don’t want to stay on this stuffy bus all night.  How far is the nearest town?” Mina asked.

Mr. Sang briefly considered trying to steer the girls away from the idea of trying to leave, but he remembered his employer’s request.  He wanted a hunt.  Scooping them all up on the bus would deny his employer the thrill of the chase.  “The last sign I saw said there was a rest stop a couple of miles up the road.”

“We passed a gas station that was still open a few miles back,” Hyejeong added.

“I thought that was awhile ago,” Yuna added.

“No, not with Mr. Sang’s slow driving,” Hyejeong said.  She pressed her phone against the window, staring at the empty signal bar.  “I’m going to see if I can get a signal outside.”

Mr. Sang stepped to the side, allowing Hyejeong to pass.  She got off the bus, shivering slightly as she stepped out into the cool night air.  She was just wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants for the bus ride, and she briefly considered going back on the bus and getting a sweatshirt, but she wasn’t planning to be out for long.

The Korean Pop sensation, the face of Ace of Angels, Hyejeong rubbed her upper arms for warmth as she held her phone up, walking away from the bus and the dark forest.  “Come on come on come on,” she said, walking across the street, holding the phone as high up as she could.  Still the beeping “no signal” message taunted her.

She was so focused on her phone she didn’t notice the figure dressed in all black advancing on her from the other side of the road.  The bright phone screen kept her eyes from adjusting to the dark, moonless night, and the figure was invisible to her until a black leather glove hand clutching a black cloth passed through the phone’s aura of illumination.

Hyejeong had barely uttered a shrill cry of surprise when the hand clamped the cloth over her mouth and nose, stifling her cry.  The man in black moved around her, getting behind her as he pulled her in, holding the cloth tightly over her mouth.  She grabbed his hand, her manicured nails clawing at his long sleeve and leather glove to no avail as she desperately tried to pull his hand from her face.  

The cloth was damp, and smelled sickly sweet.  By the time Hyejeong had the realization that she was being chloroformed like in the movies, it was too late.  She melted into her abductor’s strong grip, moaning weekly as she succumbed to the soporific fumes.  

The man held her long after she stopped struggling, making sure she was well and truly out.  He knelt and picked up her dropped phone, pocketing it before throwing the unconscious singer over his shoulder.  The man gave one last look at the bus.  Through the tinted windows he could see the silhouettes of the other girls, blissfully unaware that the face of their band was being kidnapped.

“One down, seven to go,” he said under his breath, disappearing into the night with the drugged damsel.



Samantha sat on the counter of the gas station, reading a magazine.  She’d long ago gotten used to the boring overnight shifts, going some nights without seeing a single person.  But if her boss was willing to pay her to keep the gas station open all night, and look the other way as she helped herself to some snacks, she would happily put up with the loneliness and boredom.  Sitting on her ass all night and slowly putting on weight she was too tired during the day to try and work off wasn’t the best thing in the world, but her dipshit boyfriend didn’t seem to care, so why should she.

The bell above the door tinkled, and Samantha looked up from her magazine.  It was hard to keep her jaw from dropping as she stared at the vision walking through her door.

The woman who had come in was straight up gorgeous.  Impossibly large breasts dominated the Chinese knock out’s chest.  If they were fake, and Samantha was sure they had to be, they looked damn good.  When Samantha was able to look past the woman’s rack, she was stunned by how beautiful her face was.  Her eyes had a feline quality, which complimented the fluid, lithe grace with which she moved as she strutted across the convenience store.

Her dress was more shocking than her looks.  The woman was tight black latex corset, which her enormous breasts seemed ready to pop out of at any second.  A good bit of her pale, flat stomach was bare, revealing her pierced belly button.  She wore a tight black latex skirt that hugged her curves, and she had matching thigh high boots, with what had to have been five-inch stiletto heels.

“Hu, hello,” Samantha said, trying to get her wits about her.  She wiggled forward, self conscious about how clumsy she was as she got off the counter.

“Hello there,” the woman said, sauntering across the store.

“Can I help you?” Samantha stammered.

“Why yes you can.  You can show me you bathroom.  And you can join me.”



“Hyejeong!” Mina called for the fifth time.

“I’ll try calling her,” Choa said, pulling out her phone.

“She came out here because we can’t call anyone, dummy,” Mina said dryly.  Not often, but occasionally Choa’s dyed blonde hair seemed really fitting.

“Oh right,” Choa said, holding up her phone, checking the signal strength.  Still nothing.  “Maybe she wandered off looking for a signal.”

“And maybe she just went back to that gas station she was talking about,” Mina said, looking back down the dark road.

Choa looked doubtful.  “She wouldn’t just leave without telling anyone.”

“She thought it wasn’t that far.”

Yuna and Youkyoung walked out of the bus.  “Did you find Hyejeong?”

Mina shook her head.  “I think she went back towards the gas station.”

“She just left?  On her own”

“Looks like it.”

Yuna looked at Youkyoung.  “We were thinking about going forward.  Mr. Sang says there’s a town not far ahead.  But if Hyejeong went back towards the gas station—”

“You two go towards the town.  Choa and I can go find Hyejeong.  If we’re not back at the bus when you get a cab, just send it down the road a bit to the gas station to pick us up,” Mina offered.

“Should we split up like that?” Choa asked.

“Tell that to Hyejeong, she’s the one that up and left.  Now come on, let’s go find her,” Mina said.

The girls split up, Mina and Choa heading back towards the gas station they had passed, and Yuna and Youkyoung heading on down the road towards the nearest town, leaving Jimin, Seolhyun, and Chanmi on the bus with Mr. Sang.



“Oh my god!” Samantha cried out.  She pressed her hands against the walls of the cramped bathroom to steady herself as another explosive orgasm washed over her.

This wasn't the kind of thing she normally did, but the woman had been so assertive, and so attractive, that when she'd told Samantha to come with her into the tiny store bathroom, she had followed without question.  And when the beautiful woman had gotten down on her knees on the grimy floor and started to unbutton her jeans, the only regret Samantha had felt was that she hadn't trimmed her unkempt bush in forever.  She couldn't be bothered to groom for her asshole boyfriend, but she felt deeply ashamed that this woman would judge her.

The woman didn’t seem to mind, and she didn’t hesitate after yanking down Samantha’s panties to burry her face in her snatch, her tongue finding its way through the hair, and Samantha was still too stunned by how suddenly this woman had taken control over her to do anything but moan in sudden and unexpected pleasure as the woman’s skilled tongue found her clit.



Yuna and Youkyoung paused as a black car slowed to a stop in front of them, the driver rolling down his windows.

“You girls need a ride?” he asked.

“Our bus broke down about a mile or so down the road,” Yuna said.  “You wouldn’t happen to have a phone would you?”

“This whole stretch of road is a dead zone for cell service,” the man explained.  “I can give you a ride into town though.”

Youkyoung grabbed Yuna’s hand, squeezing it tightly.  Yuna understood the gesture.  The man sounded friendly enough, but something was off.  Maybe they were just being paranoid, but taking rides from strangers in the middle of the night in a foreign country seemed like a bad idea.  Not every American was a gushing fan, and even the fans could get a bit intense.

“No, I think we’re just going to keep walking,” Yuna said hesitantly.  “Do you know how far the town is?”

“It’s only about two or three miles,” the man said.  “Are you sure I can’t offer you a ride?  It’s no trouble.  I’d hate to read about it in the paper that something happened to you two when I could’ve helped.”

“We appreciate it, but we’re just going to walk.  It’s a nice night…” Yuna said.

“I guess that’s probably smart of ya.  There’s some crazy people in this world.”

The girls winced as he abruptly reached into his glove compartment, but he only pulled out a flashlight.

“Here,” he said, tossing it to them, and Yuna deftly caught it.  “At least you’ll be more visible on the side of the road.  Ya’ll be careful.”

“Thank, thank you,” they stammered, and he rolled up his window and drove on into the night.

Less than a hundred feet away, a much more sinister man lowered his high-powered sniper rifle.  He’d have hated to have had to complicate things by having to kill some good Samaritan.  Fortunately his prey was smart, and cautious.

He put another cigarette between his lips, shielding his lighter as he lit up.  Things were working out quite well.



“You should turn your hazard lights or something on Mr. Sang,” Chanmi said as a black car drove past.  “That guy might have been able to help.”

“We don’t want to run the battery out,” Mr. Sang clambered for an excuse.  They were already only using the emergency lights on the bus, the interior lit with a dull yellow glow that cast weird shadows.

Mr. Sang felt he was more nervous than the girls.  He supposed that was a good thing.  They didn’t know what was in store for them, and while his fate was much more pleasant than theirs, he still had no clue what his associates were planning.  And he still had two more girls on his bus than he wanted.  

No, he definitely wanted them.  Jimin was still in his clutches, and she was his first choice.  If he could keep any of the Angels, it would be Jimin.  His employer had laughed at this; clearly the leader of Ace of Angels was too valuable to give to him, only to the man who had bought the entire band.

And Chanmi wasn’t a bad catch.  She was quite the beautiful dancer and rapper herself.

Together with Seolhyun, lovely jet black haired Seolhyun; he’d have quite the harem of Korean pop stars.  

Trying to steal from his employer was a very, very bad idea.  He was a dangerous man, but there was the very real chance that he wouldn’t let him keep even Seolhyun.  Did he risk getting greedy trying to kidnap three girls when there was a chance he might not get one?

“This is boring,” Chanmi said again, pressing her forehead against the bus window.  

“Just relax Chanmi,” Jimin said.  “The others will get someone out here to help us soon enough, we just have to be patient.”

Patience, Mr. Sang thought.  Sound advice.  If someone showed up and kidnapped the other two, the decision would be made for him.  If it got closer to morning and he ran the risk of getting caught, well, he’d have no choice but to grab up whoever was left on his bus and disappear.  If his employer managed to track him down, he’d hand over the other two, say he was holding on to them for him, and if he were never found, well, that would be just fine by him.

“Mr. Sang?” Seolhyun asked, her melodic voice brining him out of his fantasies.  

“Yes Seolhyun?”

“I’m worried.  What if something bad happens to one of them?”

“Don’t worry.  Nothing bad is going to happen to any of you.”

She nodded, seemingly assured, and looked back out the window.