CHAPTER THREE
Sacrificed Virgin
The cold night closed in around their womanly bodies, hiding little of their s*x from any discerning eye. Their only salvation was the inclement weather; and the likelihood that few would bother with a small band of ragamuffins fleeing the city. They rode in a humble gardener’s truck, which had been stored in Madame’s garage for some years. There was no roof and only a small windshield, so they were subject to the miserable air and winds. They covered themselves in blankets as much as they could to protect against the elements. Renee drove with Katarina at her side, while Isobel and Brigitta rode in the small back seat. The ancient vehicle had two speeds and could attain no more than thirty miles an hour; but it was a better choice than the alternative fo
