When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter Six

*Ally's Point Of View*

"What? No breakfast?!" I demand.

"Nope. That'll teach you not to go through my stuff," Trevor smirks at me, but it is evident that he was pissed, he was just choosing to make a joke out of it than yell at me. Why? I don't know. But I'd rather be screamed at than be starved.

"Are you kidding me? I'm starving!" I exclaim, shooting him daggers with my eyes.

"You should have thought about that before you went snooping through my personal, private things." Trevor shrugs, switching the truck on.

"Why the hell would I think that?" I ask, furious.

"Doesn't matter. You don't go through my stuff." He says, reversing out of the parking lot.

"I can do whatever I want." I declare. Except eat, apparently. My stomach growls angrily.

"You can do whatever you want at a price." Agrees Trevor.

"I. Hate. You." I mutter, curling up onto the seat, resting my head against the window stubbornly.

"You hate me? Aw, that hurts," he chuckles, and I find myself smiling at his gorgeous smile despite my hatred for the guy.

I peel my eyes away when he notices.

Awkward.

I wonder if I should ask Trevor the questions I have. He would probably yell at me for being a naturally breathing, curious person. But come on, who doesn't have the right to snoop through their kidnapper's truck?

I had disturbing thoughts about what was in that folder. I had flipped through the hundreds of forms in that folder, each listing the details and reviews of each job Trevor had previously done. I only got maybe a third of the way through the papers before the folder slipped through my hands and spilled all over the floorboards. I didn't realize what an organized person Trevor was, or I would have been a lot more careful to not drop the damn thing.

I found out that Trevor stole cars, sold drugs, and abducted girls often. He also brought people into the custody of the Company or whatever. All that he did was through the Company. I don't know how I was tied into all of this, because on my report, I had more information than any other girls Trevor had taken. I knew for whatever reason that I was one of the favorites to be kidnapped between gangs and what not, but why did I have so much information? Just because of my wealth?

The worst part was the thing I pieced together. Trevor had lists of each girl's checkpoints and his schedules. Reno was almost always the final stop for nearly every girl.

And the girls were put into the permanent custody of the Company. Into the Company's branch of prostitution.

Trevor abducted girls and forced them into the company, ditching them in Reno for the poor girls to become prostitutes. The girls he handled were usually about 20. It broke my heart for these girls. What sort of sick person force them into prostitution? Why would Trevor let them sell their bodies?

Would he leave me there?

Maybe not. Trevor had been assigned three sixteen year olds this past year. He had managed to let them escape. Only the sixteen year olds. Coicidence? I'm hoping not. All the sixteen and younger, yes there were younger, Trevor had conveniently 'lost' them. I was seventeen. Would he help me?

What plan did he have in mind?

Hoping, you know, that he had a plan to save me?

The reports about the travels Trevor kept with each girl made it seem like he was some sexual predator, some rapist that also sold drugs, stole cars, and robbed businesses through the Company's assignments.