I'm kidnapped... help

Chapter 14

Pictures.

Everywhere.

The room had them plastered all over the walls, hanging from string, sprawled out over tables... 

They all made me sick to my stomach. Not because they were disturbing. Or at least not to anyone who didn't know me, because that's who was in each one. Not only did he have every shot that was taken in my modeling class, but he also had random pictures of me on the street. On campus. Even in the car when I was on the phone with... Grams. My eye's jumped from picture to picture, not sure how to react. Or what he wanted me to say. Why would he show me these? 

"Aren't they beautiful?" He came up next to me. Looking at my face to read my reaction.

"I- I think I can honestly say I'm speechless..." I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I know. Probably a little much. But you wouldn't believe me if I didn't show you. Someone was after you."

"Yeah, I know that now." I said, sarcastically.

"No, not me. I, honest to God, was only planning on observing for a while. I even have plans to accidentally bump into you, and meet you in person, if you wish to read them. Actually I had multiple. But each time we ended up getting in to it with another gang, and sales would fall if I didn't keep up appearances." He held out a binder to me, and I looked at him frowning. "The plans." He explained.

"I'm good thanks." I said, still trying to process what he was saying.

"Look, I never would have kidnapped you, if I thought Pierce would find out about it. I did it to keep you safe. He was probably the only danger that came close to this guy. If you look at a lot of these photo's, you can see a guy, who constantly appears in each one. Actually... You're waving to him in this one." As I look at the picture he hands me, I flash back to the last day of classes...

*Flashback*

I rush into the cafeteria to get my lunch, I had just bought a sandwich and an apple with a bottle of water. As I got in my car and turned my phone on, I noticed a cute guy watching me from the smoking area. I smiled and waved at him, but he hastily put out his smoke and stalked off. That's unusual. My phone then rang, scaring me. I quickly answered.

*End Flashback*

"Okay,  So a cute guy happens to be around me a lot. he probably just has a lot of classes close to mine. This Doesn't prove-"

"No, Darlah." He spoke quickly, interrupting me. "I did some background. He's a wanted convict. And he's on the run. He runs a modeling agency, or rather used to. He was fired due to multiple sexual assaults. And more recently, models have gone missing. To which he became a prime suspect of this investigation. Quite a few of them ended up dead. He started following you around the time the very first model went missing. My guess is that he didn't expect to get caught. He was probably planning on hiring you... but probably only for his own benefit, honestly."

"Okay, so let's say this is all true. Why, for the first day or two that I was here, did you treat me like property? And let that one guy 'assert dominance' or whatever you called it? Why did you treat me as if you were a real kidnapper? Rather than just tell me about this up front? Or you could have tipped off the police, you can do that anonymously you know." I asked, hatred laced on every word.

"Because, it's what I'm used to, and that's how my crew is used to seeing me. If I go soft for you, they'll think something is wrong with me... I can't have them testing their boundaries right now. They need to know I'm still in charge. I still will punish you if you dis-obey. And I can't go to the police, I'm in a gang and they'd question why I knew or they'd ask for proof, and they'd figure out I was watching over you. That is something I couldn't risk. If I were to get caught, then there is nothing standing between him and you. And if he's as smart as I was, He's hot on our trail already. Which is why after they ditch the van we need to move."