The guy took my sister a different way, to a different set of cabins.
“Wait, we stay together.” I tried to twist out of his grasp. “Where is she going?”
He tugged me hard and kept me on the path.
“I asked you a question.”
“And I heard you.”
“We stay together.”
“I’m sorry,” he said with a bored voice. “Did you think this was the Marriott?”
“You’re a fucking monster.” I tried to fight his hold again, desperate to get back to my sister, to protect her from whatever horrible things were about to happen. My life didn’t seem important compared to hers, and I immediately turned into a sacrificial lamb meant to die for the greater good. “Please.”
“You’ll see her later.” He didn’t struggle to contain my movements, his size superior to mine, his experience with previous prisoners giving him the upper hand. He’d probably done this a million times, dragged an innocent woman to her grave.
“What’s a stuffer?”
“What you just saw back there.” He guided me farther past the clearing and into the rows of small cabins.
“So, that’s what you want us for? To make drugs for you?”
“Drugs are already made. We need you to weigh them, stuff them, and prepare them for distribution.”
“What does on the line mean?”
“I love the enthusiasm,” he said sarcastically.
I twisted out of his grasp again because I wanted to get that knife and slit his throat. “There’s more of us than you. We’ll get you motherfuckers.”
He kept his eyes forward, escorting me through the snow to one of the cabins. “Good luck with that.”
“You just keep us here forever?”
He shrugged. “Not quite.” He turned me to the right, escorting me up the steps to the door of a cabin. He opened the door and pushed me inside the small room, with just a twin-sized bed and a bathroom.
I took a quick look around and didn’t find any weapons to use for an attack. There were a couple outfits folded on the bed, and the bathroom had a small tub and shower with no curtain. Just a bathtub up against the wall. I turned back to him. “I want to stay with my sister.”
He shut the door behind him and took a seat in the single wooden chair against the wall. His knees widened and he leaned back, appearing relaxed like this was just another day in paradise. “We keep a garden here. We nurture the flowers, the best always getting the most water, soil, sunlight. Those that don’t, start to wilt. When they become weak enough, they fade away…and turn into weeds.”
I stared at him with my hands by my sides, unsure where to look because the darkness of his cloak made it impossible to distinguish anything about him. Sometimes there was a faint glimmer of his jawline, which was hard and covered with a shadow of dark hair. But I never got a look at anything else, like his eyes or nose. “What the fuck are you saying?”
He leaned forward and rubbed his gloved hands together. “We reward the obedient and the hardworking with essentials—warm clothing, food, water… And those who make our lives difficult don’t get such luxuries. You’re young, so you can probably get by with little sustenance, but over a long period of time, it’ll age you…and make you weak. Before you know it, you’ll be a weed. And we kill the weeds.”
Fuck.
He rose to his feet. “Take a warm bath. Otherwise, you’ll get hypothermia. You’re already pale.” He turned to the door and opened it once more. He looked back at me before he walked out. “Your work begins tomorrow. I suggest you rest…because it’s going to be a long day.”
4
Show Your Face
Locked alone in the cabin with nothing to do, I really started to feel my fate.
I was a prisoner.
I checked every cranny of that cabin, and there was no way out. It didn’t have a window, so I couldn’t break through the glass and jump out. Surrounded by four solid walls, with a mattress that sat directly on the floor, there wasn’t a single tool at my disposal. I tried to pull the faucet out of the wall to use that to hit someone upside the head, but it was impossible to accomplish without a wrench.
My biggest fear was my sister’s treatment, but I suspected she was experiencing exactly what I was. Other than being locked up against our will and forced into servitude, there was no immediate danger. They didn’t seem to hurt you unless they were forced to, and they seemed more interested in productivity than holding us down and taking us against our wills.
Most people were consumed with wallowing in self-pity, in venting their frustrations rather than acting on them, but I was a problem-solver, and I tried to think of a way to solve this problem.
The biggest hurdle to my captivity was the weather conditions. Snow was everywhere, there was no village in sight, and I would die from the cold before I could get far on foot…unless I found a village.
But did it snow here all year-round?
We were miles away from the base of the Alps, probably because there were chalets and ski lifts up the mountains there. So, I assumed it only snowed here from December to March. That meant I had three months of this before the weather improved.
Could I make it on foot in the spring?
Without food, water, or a map…probably not.
Were there maps somewhere at the camp? If I could find one, I had a chance.
But would they keep physical maps when they had phones? Did they carry phones? Would they even get reception here? How did they communicate with the outside world?
Whether I escaped in winter or spring, my odds were still slim, without any idea where I was going. Maybe if I were a French native, I would have a better understanding of the geography and have a greater chance of reaching a safe destination.
But I also had no chance without a horse, because
