166 FAILED ESCAPE

While the police did next to nothing to find Isabella, Luke scampered around, searching desperately and networking to find her. The captured women were plotting their escape. They were tired of living like animals waiting to be slaughtered and were ready to take matters into their own hands. Their daily supply of garlic bread didn't help matters, as they all had offensive mouth odors and skins glued together from sweat and dirt. Their hair looked shabby, like dolls who survived Chornobyl. "I wonder what country they're taking us to look like this in. What men would want to sleep with us, considering how dirty we look?" Lady Red Hair found her voice again. She had complained of fatigue owing to her lack of daily yoga and nutrients; she slept for so long that other women thought she was dead. "Why do they need to lock us up here if they're trafficking us? We're just wasting away in this dark room." The blonde woman attracted everyone's side eye immediately. It sounded like she was ea