”“Driver, switch to route three.” Lt. said.“Route three affirmative.”“The high school! My daughter’s there.” Meghan said as she reache... toward her purse.Johnson ripped her purse from her hands and threw it towards the back. “NO!” He sparked a tazer in front of her face. “I will taze you if you make me. I will contact somebody now. Navigator, give me the satellite phone.” The man in the front passenger seat passed it to him.A few moments later, “Sir, we have a problem. You need to contact your. Covering the window was a set of thick bars, and the door, which was in another wall, was large, made of metal, and sealed tightly, so that no air or light (or slave girl) could escape through it.And on another wall was a large spiral. Currently, it was still, but Sandy could just imagine waking up and immediately dropping into trance as the disk went into motion, forcing her to submit to her Mistress's hypnosis before she was even collected for the day's (or night's) activities. Just the. She stood next to my seat and told me that the seat next to me was hers. I was delighted. At least I wouldn’t have to listen to the snores. She took 10 minutes to settle down and the bus was on its way.We introduced ourselves as she wasn’t sleeping at the moment. Her name was Sanjana. She was a teacher in one of the schools and was around 24-25 years of age. She was on to Delhi to catch a train down south. We bid each other night and tried sleeping.I fell asleep for some time but as I woke up I. She moved like a wildcat, stalking its prey.If one thing didn’t quite fit the picture, then, it was her hair. The colour was a delicious shade of blonde, it was brushed back, and tied to form a high and long ponytail. I guessed, that she would be nineteen, maybe twenty.Three of the girls talked freely with me, mostly nonsense I barely listened to, but as hard as I tried, I couldn’t really get Helen involved. Oh, she wasn’t rude or anything, just not openly talkative.Yes, she told me her.