A knock at the door

Before they could go any further, rapping came at the door, or what was left of it. Vincent looked up to see who it was. "You're here early!" he shouted.

"You're one of our biggest investments. We don't want to lose you," answered the man as he stepped inside the room, followed by two thuggish looking characters. He looked over at Nancy, and smiled. "So what have we here, Vincente?"

"Oh, her? We were just doing a little role playing. You know, cops and robbers. She was the cop, and I, of course, was the robber."

The man laughed. "Unfortunately I know better than that, Vincente. I'd recognize her anywhere. She's one of LA's finest, Nancy McKenna. That explains the broken door, and everything else. She must have given you quite a fight. Too bad I missed out on it." He licked his lips, and narrowed his gaze at Nancy. "You've done well to capture her. We'll take her along with us as a guest of the Cartel. Come on, let's go. We have a van waiting at the back door of this flea trap. We can take her with us as she is. I'm sure everyone on the plane will be thrilled with the sight of her."

Nancy cringed at all of this. She was actually hoping that perhaps after giving Vincent a nice fucking, he'd have a change of heart, and let her go. Now there was no way for that to happen. His contacts with the Cartel arrived early, and put an abrupt end to that plan. Now all she could do was wonder what was going to happen to her once they reached Mexico.

The man who had been talking to Vincent made his way over to Nancy. He laughed to see her hands cuffed behind her back. "I can't believe you let him capture you. I can't believe he used your own handcuffs on you. This is like out of a movie."

"It's not like a movie," Nancy retorted. "The bad guys always lose in the movies."

He caressed the side of her face with his calloused fingers. He smiled at her. "Maybe we're not the bad guys." He grabbed a handful of her hair, and yanked her painfully to her feet. Then he appraised her naked body some more. "You have a terrific body. You'll be a great seller. If you do as you're told, you'll be out of Mexico before you know it. Give us any trouble, and we'll turn you into a pregnant crack whore who will waste away in five years, or so. It's all up to you, Chica."

Nancy knew he wasn't joking. She also knew right now there was no way out. The only thing she had left on were her shoes. She jumped as the man slapped her bare ass. She looked up at him, menacingly.

"I know why you're upset, Chica. We interrupted your little fuck fest. Well, don't worry. There will be lots of people on the plane who will be happy to be serviced by you. We'll uncuff you once we're airborne. That way you can also use your hands. We wouldn't want that pretty mouth of yours to get tired." He laughed again, and looked over to Vincent. "Ready?" he asked.

Vincent picked up one of the bed sheets, and wrapped it around Nancy. "I've got everything."

"Then let's go. The plane is waiting."

Nancy was escorted down the hall by the two thugs, with Vincent and his contact taking the point. Down the back stairwells they went to the ground floor. Just outside the rear exit sat a black van with its engine running. the door opened and Nancy was tossed inside. The others quickly followed behind her, and closed the door. Then the van sped off on its way, carrying Nancy to whatever fate awaited her in Mexico.