Save Me (Taken Series Book 1) by Whitney Cannavina Page A

but I will try and get the message out that you are here and hopefully someone will rescue you before he moves you again. I’m afraid that if he moves you again you will forever be lost and nobody can rescue you then.” Great. Just great. Why is she even talking to me if she can’t help me?
    “Who are you?” I knew I should probably stop talking so neither of us get into trouble but I needed to know. If I am saved because of her, or if I am able to escape I need to be able to tell them to go back for her. Without a name or being able to see her, how will they know who she is?
    “I’m nobody of importance I can assure you. But if you must know they call me Dark Angel.”
    “Why do they call you Dark Angel? Why are you here? What is going on?” So many questions are going through my head that I don’t know what to ask first but those seem like the most important ones at the moment.
    “They call me Dark Angel because they don’t keep our real names after they take us. I got my name because of the color of my skin and because I’m innocent looking like an angel. I’m here because they plan to sell us. All of us. We are sold to the highest bidder and they get to keep us for however long. I heard once they sell us that we never see our family again.” The last was said on a whisper with what sounded like a sob coming from her.
    “They are going to sell me? Are you kidding me?” My voice raises a little as she shushes me to keep quiet. “This is unreal. This only happens in movies. This doesn’t happen in real life. It can’t.” I’m panicking now. I don’t want to be sold and never see my family again. What do these people who buy us do with us? I could only imagine that it wouldn’t be pretty or fun. It sounds like what you would see in movies with sex trafficking or murder.
    “Don’t worry. You are not sold. He is keeping you for himself. Says he’s had his eye on you for a while. Oh but don’t tell anyone that I told you. He said he’d kill me if I ever told anyone. He doesn’t want it coming back that he runs the place with his partner who they refer to as ‘the boss.’ They supposedly have well-respected jobs and they don’t want people to find out what they do on the side.” Who is ‘he’ that she keeps referring to? Is it Mr. Morris? And who is this partner of his? I can understand why Mr. Morris wouldn’t want anyone to find out. High school is the perfect place to prey on girls and abduct them to sell to the highest bidder.
    As I ponder what Dark Angel just told me, I hear her shuffle on the other side and panic grips me not wanting her to leave me. Finally I have someone to talk to other than Mr. Morris about the outside world. I need her to stay with me or else I may just go crazy. Instead she quickly whispers in a panicked voice. “I’m sorry. I need to go. It was nice talking to you.”
    “NO! Don’t go. Please stay.” I start beating the door in hopes that she’ll come back and keep talking but know it’s futile. I am utterly alone again.
    Thinking to everything she said to me I want to know who this boss guy is. Do I know him? Is he a fellow teacher or does he have a different job? There are not many jobs that are well-respected so I can only think of a few things. Law enforcement and politics are right up there in the well-respected careers. I probably will never know but one thing is for sure, I am grateful that I won’t be sold. That means that there will still be a chance for me to be rescued or escape. If I were to be sold who knows who would have purchase me, or where I would be shipped off to or even if I could escape from that person. The buyer may just want to kill me for the hell of it. My imagination runs wild with different scenarios before I finally shut it down trying to get the mental images out of my head before I make myself sick again.
    I look back over at the duffle bag I noticed earlier and crawl over to it wondering what is inside. Will it be clothes,