Caribbean Nightmare

Piracy & Human Trafficking

By: Annie Anston

Narrated by: Virtual Voice

Length: 5 hrs and 43 mins

Publisher's summary

REVIEW in UK by Graham Owen. 5-stars..*****...Excellent just wish it was longer Several 5-star ***** ratings on Goodreads. WARNING: Segments could be offensive and are intended for the mature reader. If you are of a prudish nature, this story is not for you. Human trafficking is becoming more of a problem. It's a matter of supply and demand, perhaps a matter of a deteriorating society. Although this is a story of fiction, it has been inspired by events documented on the Internet and TV. A young Florida woman becomes involved with drug runners. She is subsequently kidnapped by a more experienced and vicious gang, a group that brings out her suppressed sadistic side. They expand their misdeeds to include modern-day Caribbean piracy and sex slavery. As their operation expands into the Dutch Antilles, it becomes a human trafficking business.
Excerpt: Mira now had on her life-jacket and pondered jumping into the dark waters, miles from anywhere. Before she could work up the courage, their boat was boarded and she was promptly subdued. “Who are you guys? What do you want?” she asked in a futile manner.

“Shut up, bitch!” one of them shouted as he punched her in the face.

As she began to regain her senses, she felt pain in her arms and could sense they were back on land. She quickly discovered that she had been strung up and was hanging from a ceiling beam. - - -
Everyone grew silent as they stood staring at the two nude sisters, dimly lit up by the nighttime moonlight.…. “I’ve never seen such beautiful girls,” one of them marveled.

“They look like a matched set, so perfectly curved and so virginal. The moonlight makes it feel romantic.”

Well, what do you say, boys? Wanna play with the toys? A girl can get self-conscious when she's naked and being ignored. You don't want to be rude do you, fellas? - - -
Mira fired the taser and the woman yelled out in agony. “Oh, this is fun!” she exclaimed. “I’m glad this place is soundproof.” - - -
The next morning, the Pirate Queen’s photograph would be on the front page of every newspaper coast to coast. The video of her standing on the table shouting out her name, firing off the rounds, killing the security guard and giving orders, would make every national TV newscast. Her infamy would soon be at its peak. - - -
“The Dutch Antilles have loose regulations regarding prostitution. That's the area called the ABC Islands, Aruba, Bonaire and Curaçao. They are territories of the Netherlands. Although they have lots of laws on prostitution, regulations are routinely abused, ignored. We could do things like before, entice attractive applicants for waitress and domestic jobs, pay airfare and lodging, and then hand them a bill, make them indentured servants. We take their passports and cut off their communication. - - -
A large metal shipping container sat in the yard, and everyone was loaded inside, the large heavy door secured behind them. It was only minutes later when they felt themselves being loaded onto a flatbed truck. Bound and gagged, they all exchanged a look of horror.

The men we took will be harvested for body parts on the black market, kidneys sold for a quarter-million dollars, hearts and livers over a hundred thousand each. Unless you become more cooperative, the same will happen to you! It's called a nephrectomy, but since surgery doesn't always go well, I prefer to sell my girls in one piece. - - -
“Allie, I will share a history lesson with you. In the thirteenth century, the Egyptians defeated the Libyans in battle. They cut off over thirteen thousand penises, because they felt it sent a powerful psychological message. Let's see what just one does.” He pulled out a knife. - - -
He now had three hundred girls bringing in an average of nearly fifteen hundred dollars a day.