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They called it their "girls' trip," when the three friends would leave the country for a few days to let their hair down and relive their "party days." They never missed it.

This year was particularly outstanding. Beautiful beaches during the day and a wild night life. For the first few days, they enjoyed themselves but remained cautious. After all, this was a strange land. Last night, though, the drinks started flowing early. Then, the drinks started coming from a group of men. They looked like they might be locals, but wealthy. The men stopped and joked with the bartender each time they ordered another round.

The ladies grinned and giggled at each other. Their eyes lit up as they started picking out which man each wanted to spend the night with. Soon enough, the men and women were sitting together. Not long after, they were leaving together.

The laughing stopped when the car turned off onto the dark road. Before any of the ladies could even ask what was happening, they saw the pistols pointed at them and heard the cold rattle of the handcuffs.

One of the captives submitted almost immediately. Another begged to be let go but put up little more resistance. Rose made the mistake of spitting on one of the men before her gag was secured. When the car arrived at the complex, Rose's friends were thrown into the small cell, but she was taken into the next room. The men held her fast as they uncuffed her, ripped her clothes away, and forced her into the stockade.

"Let 'em know we have three, but that one needs to be broken. Let 'em know we've already started. Should just be a few days, if they want to wait."

Description
They called it their "girls' trip," when the three friends would leave the country for a few days to let their hair down and relive their "party days." They never missed it.

This year was particularly outstanding. Beautiful beaches during the day and a wild night life. For the first few days, they enjoyed themselves but remained cautious. After all, this was a strange land. Last night, though, the drinks started flowing early. Then, the drinks started coming from a group of men. They looked like they might be locals, but wealthy. The men stopped and joked with the bartender each time they ordered another round.

The ladies grinned and giggled at each other. Their eyes lit up as they started picking out which man each wanted to spend the night with. Soon enough, the men and women were sitting together. Not long after, they were leaving together.

The laughing stopped when the car turned off onto the dark road. Before any of the ladies could even ask what was happening, they saw the pistols pointed at them and heard the cold rattle of the handcuffs.

One of the captives submitted almost immediately. Another begged to be let go but put up little more resistance. Rose made the mistake of spitting on one of the men before her gag was secured. When the car arrived at the complex, Rose's friends were thrown into the small cell, but she was taken into the next room. The men held her fast as they uncuffed her, ripped her clothes away, and forced her into the stockade.

"Let 'em know we have three, but that one needs to be broken. Let 'em know we've already started. Should just be a few days, if they want to wait."