Anthony leaned against the table as he sat and watched Cassandra sleep. Her body curled up and shivered in the corner. A part of him felt sorry for her. She had no idea what was going on. One minute she was safe inside her therapist's office, then the next he shoved her into the trunk of his car. Anthony thought about the day's event.

As Cassandra walked through the parking garage attached to the doctor's office, he walked up behind her, cuffed her mouth, and jabbed a needle into her arm. Anthony already rigged the security camera but knew he needed to get her into his trunk, gag and tie her, as fast as he could. He jumped behind the wheel and slowly made his way out of the garage, so not to draw attention to himself. Through the rearview mirror, he noticed an accomplice starting Cassandra's car to remove it from the site.

She stirred in her sleep and Anthony focused on her body. It had been years since he'd seen a woman, a desirable woman at least. Hundreds of impure thoughts ran through his mind as his jeans tightened around his crotch. Cassandra had the look he expected a wealthy girl to have, long wavy hair, perfectly aligned teeth, a nice set of breasts, and long toned legs. Anthony longed to undress her, rip her bra and panties off, and have his way with her, but shook his head instead.

Someone of importance hired him, a man he'd never seen in person before. The mission was too important for him to fuck up. Anthony had to stay alert and ready for anything. Sex was out of the question though her begging him not to touch her turned him on more than he could admit.

A flip phone on the table vibrated. Cassandra heard it and turned toward him. Her eyes opened as Anthony answered. He covered his mouth and spoke low in hopes she couldn't hear what he had to say. "Yes," Anthony spoke.

"Where is she?" The firm voice on the other end quizzed.

Anthony looked at the girl and lowered his head. "We're exactly where you told me to go."

"No," the boss screamed. "Where is she?"

Anthony squirmed in his chair. "She's been sleeping, and her cell is locked."

"Holy fuck, kid," the man on the other end of the line burst. "Wake her up and do whatever you have to do to get the phone unlocked. We don't have much time."

He sighed and answered. "Fine. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to her." Without saying goodbye, Anthony shut the phone and hung up. Cassandra sat up on the bed and stared at him. He reached inside a drawer and pulled out her phone, then raced over to her side. "Unlock this," he ordered.

Cassandra shook her head and then hid it between her knees. Anthony pulled his gun out from the back of his jeans and pressed it against her head.

"Look at me," he barked. Her tear streaked face turned toward him but said nothing. "I said, unlock this."

Cassandra reached over and took the phone in her hands. Her fingers trembled as she keyed in her passcode. She tried to hit the call button, but Anthony grabbed the device and lowered the gun. He sat beside her as he explored her settings and hacked the GPS.

"What are you doing," she stuttered. Anthony looked at Cassandra and smiled.

"I'm not doing anything," he grinned. "You are." He allowed her to watch as he opened her social media app. He then typed, "Much needed time on the beach," and hit the send button.

Cassandra's eyes widened as she noticed the location pop up. "No," she shouted.

"What's the matter, you don't like Greece?" Anthony knew he got under her skin and he wanted to laugh.

She choked on her words as she said, "My friends won't come looking for me if they think I'm on vacation."

The laughter escaped his lungs. "What friends," he teased.

"I have friends," Cassandra looked down and paused. "In Europe."

Anthony waved the phone in front of her face and continued his torment. "Oh, in Europe," he mocked. "Must have been rough, traveling across the world."

Cassandra straightened herself out and let out a puff of air. "That's none of your business."

Anthony smiled. "Yeah, well I don't think your friends will come to the States to look for you, anyway."

"My therapist knows I'm not planning a trip to Greece."

Anthony flipped through her friends list and clicked on the doctor's profile. "Why is your therapist on your social media to begin with? Isn't that a bit strange?"

Cassandra tried again to take the phone, but his hands were too quick. "He's my friend too."

Anthony shook his head and walked back to the table. She watched his every move, but he didn't care. He turned the passcode off, reset her settings, and then placed the phone in the drawer it came from.