She Got The Tracker

A group of armed men jogged into the warehouse. Ronald came up to Sean. ‘Boss, we’re ready.’ ‘All prep work done?’ ‘Yes, Boss.’ Excitement flashed through Sean’s eyes. He lost interest in Kira. ‘Lock her up!’ ‘Yes, Boss.’ Bob silently lamented the lost opportunity but did as Sean ordered. Kira was half-dragged back into the cage. The door clanged shut. The padlock snicked into place. Bob pocketed the key and returned to check on Greg, who was sweating profusely. Kira curled herself into a ball in a corner. She couldn’t stop shaking. The horrifying experience was more than she could take. ‘Keep it together!’ she said to herself, trying hard to hold back the tears. Gwen sat opposite her. Kira’s dress was torn, her hair a mess, her cheeks swollen, her cut lip bleeding. It was a sorry sight to behold. Gwen looked away. The woman brought this on herself! Kira drew in several deep breaths. ‘I’m okay, I’m okay,’ she muttered to herself. ‘This’ll be over soon. You’ll be home soon.’ She peered