"Shove her in!"ordered a deep voice.
"I'm looking for the keys, man!"yelled a croaky voice.
"Hurry up!" the deep voice demanded.

"The boss is awaiting her arrival, and you know he hates waiting" the deep voice stated.

Boss? What boss? Were they recruiters for some sort of human trafficking agency?

Tears formed in my eyes. Imaging the horrific acts they would force me into doing.

"She isn't one of them, why is he asking us to bring her to him?"the croaky voice inquired.

One of them? Who was he referring to as them?

I heard shuffling followed by the rattling of keys. I felt myself being thrown into what felt like the boot of a vehicle. It bounced as I was thrown in with a thud.

The boot was slammed shut with great force making me flinch. The engine of the car purred to life as the driver inserted his key into the ignition.

I screamed and shouted for help. Nothing, was heard.

All of my cries, became soft murmurs instead. My voice was so inaudible I couldn't even hear myself speak.

My eyes fluttered open and I gained some feeling back in my body. My hands and legs were bound with some sort of thick rope, which made it difficult for me to escape from the clutches of these two baffling baboons.

How did I end up here?

One moment I was admiring Mr Olympus, sniffing divinely scented flowers and now? I'm stuck in a smelly boot which wreaked of sweaty gym clothes.

Why was this all happening to me?

Maybe I should have just stayed and spent the rest of my day with Brett. It couldn't have been worse than this. Could it?

Wait, did the flower perhaps cause my state of temporary paralysis? I mentally laughed at my thought. Could it have? What else could it have been?

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The car came to a sudden halt after driving for nearly an hour. The boot flung open. A bag was thrown over my head and I was lifted up and thrown across the shoulder of  a hard body.

Loud howls, barking and whimpers filled my ears as the bag was removed from my head and I was thrown into a rattling prison.

A cage?

Yes, a cage. Like I was some sort of wild animal. The cloaked figure, turned around and made it's way towards the exit.

Who was the strange person underneath that cloak?

I stood up on the chair which was placed in my cage. To examine my surroundings.

I could see hundreds and hundreds of wolves of different colored fur and eyes in cages.

This was no doubt the lair of the poachers.

Why was I here? I'm not a wolf.

I stepped down from the chair and I examined the wolves in the neighboring cage.

Each wolf had a thick silver chain around it's neck and hind leg.

Drops of blood which collected into puddles stained the gray flooring and pieces of burnt flesh which was now rotting gave off a malicious odour.

I would never be the same after seeing the suffering and pain these animals were going through. There was nothing I could do. Well there was, but not right now since I'm just as helpless as they are.

I couldn't bare to be here any longer and witness these beautiful and misunderstood creatures go through such injustice and misery.

Were these people that cruel?

The wolves were living in such pathetic and unsanitary conditions. I doubt their cages were even cleaned.

A look of great melancholy played on each one of their faces. I doubt they even had proper meals and fresh water at their disposal since they looked frail and malnourished.

I paced around my cage, plotting and planning my great escape. I ran my hands over the pockets of my shorts to my surprise, my phone was safely secured in there.

These stupid kidnappers, don't they know that you should never let the victim have his or her phone?

I was about to dial the number of the police when, the cage was opened and my phone was yanked out of my hand.

"Dad?"I asked shocked as I turned around in the direction of the hand which pulled my smartphone. Tears were stumbling down the sides of my face.
"I knew you'd come and rescue me from these poachers, thank you" I cried as I embraced my father into a hug.

Dad said nothing, nothing at all. He was silent. He didn't even move. He just stood there with a shocked expression on his face. I stepped away from him.

"Are the police with you? Look at all these poor wolves these men who did this will surely pay for their crimes. I thought they were going to, make me work as an escort for them" I said with distraught lacing through my voice.

"Say something, please "I cried, tugging dad's hand.
"Anything" I whispered.
He said nothing. He just stared at me with a stern glare.

"Your dad is one of us" an old man laughed aloud entering the room.

One of us? What did he mean?

I recalled seeing dad load a wolf into a truck earlier today. The wolf which he had tormented, physically.

It was true, dad was just like them. He was a poacher. He was a heartless human being. Never in my wildest dreams wound I ever expect him to become the monster I was starring at.

My eyes widened and I stepped further away from my father.

"Don't look so surprised miss. I'm shocked that Theodore could keep his secret for so long" the man stated, patting dad on his back as a form of praise.

All dad did was look down at the ground and stare at it blankly.

"Secret? What secret?" I asked holding back more tears which were about to burst from my eyes.

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