Chapter 5

Early Sunday morning, Adil Toma conducted a final check of the RV. He programmed his destination on the GPS; it was Saint Simons Island in Georgia. The slavers use it as a stopover place, but on occasion, they also use it to train slaves. Jeff Logan and his slave mongers transferred the girls from the warehouse dorm to the RV. Workers altered it for the transportation of slaves. They sealed the windows and covered them with thick steel bars. Then they placed handcuffs and chains in strategic positions. And when the twins saw the inside of the van, they decided to cooperate. They didn’t want to give the slavers more opportunities to beat them again. They sat on a bench, looked dejected and hoped that someone, someday will find out where they are. The other three women from the dance hall didn’t cooperate, and they paid for it. It took three slavers to drag them into the RV and chain them to their seats. Fad used a rubber club and smashed one of the girls on the head with it. She screamed. Jeff was pissed, “Don’t damage the merchandise, Fad.”

“That’s why I smashed her on the head. Perhaps you want to deal with the bitch.”

“Watch it, Fad. By the way, what’s her name?”

“This one is Julie Simmons. I don’t know the names of the other ones. I don’t give a shit.”

“Did you check their purses?”

“No, not yet. What do you think? I’m Superman?”

“You should be, judging by the pay that you are getting.”

“I’m not getting as much as you do.”

“You don’t deserve it.”

“Fuck you, Jeff.” Jeff pressed his lips, shook his head, and took another look around. He had more important things to do. Adil opened the garage door and drove the RV to the back of the warehouse. Then he told Carl Nader, “Lock up the warehouse. You go back to your school and keep your eyes open. You can take one of the vans. Make sure that you keep it locked. We wouldn’t want anyone to see what’s in it.”

“I will.” Carl took care of business, jumped in one of the vans and took off, and headed toward his apartment before Jeff had an opportunity to change his mind. Jeff made a final check of the warehouse and sat in the passenger’s seat. Adil checked the GPS. It directed him south to I-77. It was a boring drive, and after five hours of steady driving, Adil stopped for gas at a small gas station off the turnpike. Then it was Erol Gaber’s turn to drive. Now Fad was in the passenger seat, and Jeff went to the back. Right away, Julie made her presence known, “Where are you taking us?”

“You will see when you get there,” said Jeff. Another girl, about seventeen, said, “I have to go to the bathroom.” Jeff gave her a knowing look, released her handcuff from the seat, and cuffed both hands.

“How do you expect me to go, being restricted like this?”

“Don’t worry about that.” He hauled her to the small cubicle and told her to stand in front of the toilet. Then he pulled her pants down and told her to sit and do her business, “How the hell am I going to wipe myself?” Jeff looked down the bowl, and all he saw was urine. He pulled up her panties, took her back to her seat, and cuffed her left hand to her chair, “You think that you are pretty smart, don’t you?”

“No,” said the girl, whimpering.

“I thought so. I have seen all these tricks before. What’s your name?”

“Molly Hoover. Why do you ask? Are you going to call my parents and tell them that I’m a bad girl?” Jeff decided not to answer. He looked at the third girl and sat next to her, “I want to know your name. What is it?”

“Why? Are you going to sell me?” Jeff thought, how does she know? Jeff kept looking at her, raising his brows. She finally gave in, “It’s Judy, Bollinger.” Jeff looked at his watch. It’s way past noon, “Is anyone hungry?” No one answered.

“Suit yourself.” He went to the refrigerator and pulled ham and cheese sandwiches plus bottles of water for all the slave mongers and passed them out. He opened the sliding window to the cab and gave Fad a lunch and water. Then he closed the window. While Jeff and Adil munched on their food, the girls looked at each other. Finally, Julie said, “Can we have something to eat?” Adil passed out food and drink. Before dusk, Erol stopped again for gas. Then Jeff drove the rest of the way. He was on St. Simon Island before, and he knows the area. The slave monger drove east on the FJ Torras Causeway to reach the island. Then he drove south to a villa, located on the southern tip of it. A long dock reached out toward the ocean, and someone docked three cruisers alongside it. The full moon illuminated the dock, and this is the only reason why they could see the dock. A tall, suntanned man in his thirties waited for the slavers near a light. “Hi, Jeff. I haven’t seen you in a while. How was the trip down here?” said Bart Freeman.”

“Nothing that we couldn’t handle.”

“Good. Let’s move the merchandise to the dorm downstairs. The slave mongers took the girls through a side door downstairs to the dorm. They resisted and fought, and it took extreme force and all the efforts of the slave mongers to handle the girls. They finally pushed them into the room and locked it. A long table was in the middle of the dorm, stocked with food. Bart looked at them and said, “Eat and drink. Then you can take a shower. Robes and towels are hanging from the wall. Personal crap is in the toilets. If you have a problem with anything, talk to Rosita here. She will stay with you.” Bart left and went to the cruiser closest to the villa. The slave mongers were already there, eating and getting cleaned up. Then they went to sleep on comfortable beds on the boat.