As Alana got in the Mercedes that was waiting outside the house, Carter closely followed behind her. He unlocked the car with a click and Alana got in the passenger's side.
This was the first time that she got a full view of the house she had been in. On the opposite side of the room she had been in lay a landscape like no other.
The house looked out on the ocean, with a private beach that had sparkling sands below.
The house itself was more like a mansion, with dark tinted windows just like the car. It was a dark blue color, which Alana thought was an odd color for a house. It had a modern layout, with a squarish building shape.
"We're about an hour outside LA," Carter said, putting the key into the ignition, "We'll be driving back in today to meet my client."
"What client?" Alana asked.
In response to this, he simply turned up the radio and put his sunglasses on.
Alana figured that she wasn't going to get him to say anything else, so she looked out the window at the passing scenery.
After a while, she began to feel as though she was forgetting something. She looked down at her purse and suddenly it hit her. Her phone!
She turned Carter and said, "Where's my phone?"
He smiled and reached inside his coat pocket, pulling out her phone from one of the inside pockets.
"No calling anybody or any funny business though. You have one persistent friend that I had to send somebody to shut up," he said.
"What did you do to Reid?" she yelled, worrying for his safety.
Carter laughed. "They warned me you were feisty. Your friend is safe, don't worry. We just put him at one of our other houses until you're done today."
She looked at her lock screen and saw that there were 48 missed calls from Reid and some from other of her various friends.
"The others," Carter said, motioning to her phone, "Text them and tell them that you're okay."
She looked at him. "Am I really okay though?"
He chuckled. "You will be as long as you send those texts."
Alana rolled her eyes at the way Carter threatened her, but began to tell each of her friends that she was fine.
•••
About an hour later, just as Carter had said, the car rolled up in front of a small building off of a side road just outside of LA.
If Alana hadn't been nervous earlier, she was really nervous now. This place looked like somewhere sex trafficking went on.
She looked down at the dress she was wearing and thought that maybe what she had assumed earlier was incorrect.
Maybe, this was the expensive dress the traffickers gave to each girl before they were auctioned off.
She felt her face start to get flushed as she imagined that. She would be shipped off somewhere where she would either be used or held as ransom.
She figured that even if she were held as ransom her parents probably had written her off so much that they would just tell the captives to keep her and send the dress for her sister.
Four years earlier, things hadn't ended well with her parents. Her life had went downhill after the photo.
When she was a senior, she had dated the most popular guy in school, James Maxwell.
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Sweet Surrender
Romance"You have no choice but to surrender," he said, slowly backing her up against the wall. His hot breath fanned her cheek as her eyes closed of their own accord, betraying what her mind was telling her to do. ••• Alana is a twenty-two year old girl...
