Chapter Seven
It stood on the driveway outside Axel's home, looking like an ordinary wooden crate, about three feet long on all sides and with no distinguishing markings.
To any casual observer it would have appeared quite unremarkable, with nothing to separate it from the thousands of other similar crates used every day to transport goods about the world.
To any casual observer that is, who was unaware that what he or she was looking at was, in fact, a carefully designed and thoroughly tested method of transferring slavegirls from one location to another in safety and with absolute discretion.
Had the walls of the box been transparent, rather than of surprisingly thick plywood backed by several inches of sound deadening foam rubber, the same observer would have been able to see tha
