Breaking Clarisse ***completed***

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****Warning this chapter has sensitive content read at own risk****

Human trafficking is an illegal trade in human beings through recruitment or abduction by means of force, fraud, coercion for the purpose of forced labor, debt bondage, or sexual exploitation.

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He sped down the rocky road watching the dirt uplift and leave a trail of smoke behind him. He had already been driving a good two hours out of town when he realised he needed to hurry. This meeting later would be enough to set him up a good while. It would be dark for a good few hours still. He thought as his eyes peered back through the rear view mirror. He smiled rather pleased with himself. Admiring the extent of his cleverness.

Satisfied with the spot hes picked out he pulls to the side of the road. He looks around to decide which direction he prefers to take when drops of rain begin to splat around him.

He lifted the limp body out of the trunk, wrapped the girl in a flanel blanket and tossed her like a ragdoll over his shoulder. She was still warm but if she was alive she certainly wouldn't be for long. He had promised her that if she had tried to run she would of course be punished.

Why did they always insist on running? They knew that he'd always kept his promises. He was after all a man of his word.

Surrounded by the blackened woods, he yanked a flashlight from his back pocket and closed the trunk. Eliminating the only light that pierced the pitch of pre-dawn darkness. With the click of a switch a bright beam of light broke the night flickering across the hardened gravel.

He glanced wearily around once more. There were no signs of life on the stretch of dirt road that extended endlessly in either direction. He shifted his burden and turned towards the woods. As he marched forward the cold spring mist settled over him.
Perspiration soaking his clothes and the chill reached deep in his bones bringing a shiver to the surface.

He made his way up the overgrown trail recalling how simple it had been to take her nearly three months before. It was at a bus stop. She sat alone looking irritated that she had to wait so long. Cars were speeding by but no one paid no mind. There was a small fender bender that took place just on the other side of the street that created the chaos for him to remain unnoticed as he watched and waited. When the girl turned to face me she was more than willing to put such drama behind her and accept a ride from a stranger. She became an easy target. Without a second glance she got into my car. Cloaked in plainness his polite and pleasant demeanor was enough to deceive the unsuspecting girl.

A thrill ran through him at the memory. It was so easy. Maybe he had just been doing this far too long or maybe they were all just too easy.

Not like this path. He muttered which was treacherous in the darkness. His feet slipped on the rocks as he stumbled on the steep sloap. He was miles from anywhere. Even the dirt road that led him here was rutted from the flooding. Her body may never be found he mused with grim satisfaction. Normally he wouldn't have to go to such extremes in getting rid of a body. Most his victims went to traffickers however this one, this one was personal.

She was a mouthy teasing little bitch. She needed to be taught a lesson in manners. He'd given her fair warning about attempting escape. Where the hell had she thought she was going to go anyway? I knew she would be difficult so I had my fun but it was her time. Still a part of him regretted having to get rid of her so soon.