Chapter 192: Not My Type

Elias inserted the syringe into the young woman's arm and she tilted her head back with satisfaction. The initial rush was the best. She couldn't imagine living another day without it. How did she live through so many years without experiencing this?

"Come to truck," Elias said as he opened the office door and grabbed Jaclyn's arm. "You stay until 8pm tonight. I bring you food later."

Jaclyn nodded her head obediently and followed the man out to the loading dock where the truck she had gotten out of earlier was still waiting. The truck driver that opened the club door for Jaclyn, immediately ran over and opened the back of the truck. Inside, there were three other women. Jaclyn looked at the three women with confusion. She remembered leaving Cologne with 5 other women, but they were dropped off at different locations along the way and she was the only one left in the truck when it pulled up at Muller that morning. Where did these three women come from?