Abducting Heidi

wavy black hair, streaked with distinguished specks of gray, his dark sunglasses reflected the brilliance of the day. He approached the airport security checkpoint with a confident stride, f

arp as it was twisted.​He then took another look at his targets. Heidi Weber-eighteen years old, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slim athletic figure standing around five feet six, as far as could be judged from photographs. And then there was her m

them all for dinner that evening at Mr. Hasanov's insistence. While some in Pembroke's industry might have baulked at this, he relished the opportunity to observe his targets in such intimate, unsuspecting settings. There was a certain twisted pleasure in getting to know them up close, seeing their smiles and hearing their laughter, all while knowing the horrors that awaited them later when they would become his prisoners. He could only imagine the quiet thrill Hasanov might feel, sitting across from his wife and stepdaughter, knowing that the man who would soon orchestrate their abduction was sharing a meal with them. Before his dinner engagement, Pembroke had a less pleasant meeting scheduled, one that required a different kind of preparation. He had changed into a casual disguise-jeans, a hoodie, and a baseball cap-transforming himsel

s family, particularly to his wife, parents and uncle, hung over him like a sword, ready to sever his ties to everything he held dear. The mere thought of his family's reaction, of being cast out and disgraced, was enough to keep him firmly under Pembroke's thumb. Pembroke leaned in, his smile widening as he saw the fear in Barazan's eyes. "You know exactly what I want, Barazan. Your cooperation. And as long as you continue to be useful, your secret remains just that-a secret." Barazan nodded, defeated, knowing he had no choice but to obey t

, who had anticipated making a substantial profit from these women, was growing increasingly frustrated with their slow progress and rebellious attitudes. Earlier that day, all girls had been subjected to a grueling mass training session designed to push them to their physical limits. The session combined elements of yoga and Pilates, intended to tone their bodies and maintain their immaculate appearance. But the exercises were far from therapeutic; the women were drenched in sweat, their muscles aching, all while under the watchful eyes of Mrs. Parker and Mrs. Al-Haraz. The trainers paced between them, canes in hand, ready to "encourage" any sign of weakness or mistake with a sharp tap. Following this the prisoners were forced to split into pairs and perform degrading

lance, their hearts sinking as they real