As my awareness returned Trent told the the driver to go to the airport. Airport? Did that mean he was taking me to my... his country? I didn't have enough awareness to react to it immediately but it definitely sped up becoming aware. I couldn't let him get me on a plane. There was no hope for escape if he did that. And there was no protection if I was alone with him on a plane. No normal person would try to stand a country, especially one as powerful as Trent. And it would probably be a private jet anyway. I couldn't let him get me anywhere near the plane.

My awareness had finally returned enough to scoot away from Trent. Even if I'd get horribly hurt... I could open the car door and make a jump for it. I'd have to be quick about it. I couldn't allow myself to recover, no matter how much the pain of impact was. I'd have to get up and start running right from the get go.

Trent turned his attention towards me and smirked, reaching for me. Shit, I had to move fast. I reached for the door and pulled the handle. The door didn't budge though. It was locked. And it was too late to do anything about it with Trent grabbing a hold of me. He smirked and pulled me back towards his-self. I cried out, struggling to get away.

Trent covered my mouth, efficiently muffling my cries. "Trying to escape? I would hope they you'd know that it wouldn't be so easy. But either way... you should be punished for even trying."

My eyes widened as he smirked and removed his hand from my mouth. I began struggling as much as I possibly could, crying out for help as he smashed his lips into mine. Why couldn't the driver stop the car? Couldn't he stop and come back to try to stop what was happening? This would at least give me a chance at getting out of Trent's grasp and run.

I pushed at Trent, attempting to get out of his grasp. If I were to get any chance at escaping I'd have to do it myself. I wasn't going to receive any help so I had to start fighting back as much as possible. However, trying to push someone away with all of your strength only to have them suddenly let go of you doesn't do much to help you. In fact... all it really did was have me tumble backwards and hit my head on the door. And it hit with a solid and hard thud.

I groaned, grabbing my head and attempting to get over the dazed feeling the contact with the car door had brought on. I suddenly found myself flying forward and hitting the back of a seat as the car came to a sudden halt. I found my vision beginning to blur as I was lifted up. "Looks like we're here," Trent said with a smirk as he opened the door beside him and began dragging me out with him.

"N-no..." I whimpered, struggling weakly as I attempted to focus my vision.

Everything was so blurry and I found myself beginning to feel lightheaded. And when Trent set me on the ground I found everything beginning to spin. My legs shook as they tried to hold me up. I wouldn't be able to run away in this state. And Trent obviously knew this seeing as how he was allowing me to just 'stand' there while he spoke to the man who would be flying the plane.

I decided I had to chance it though, I had to try to escape. I grabbed onto the car door and began stumbling to get away. But all this led to was me falling over and sitting against the car as I held my head. "Is she okay?" the pilot asked, shooting a concerned look at me as I attempted to stand up and climb into the car.

"She's fine, just a bit too much partying," Trent said, his tone joking and amused sounding.

The pilot nodded and continued the prior conversation he'd been having with Trent. I managed to pull myself into the car and close the door, locking it and the other soon after. I knocked on the window that separated the driver and I, hoping he'd help me. The window rolled down and the driver, a younger looking man, looked back. "Please..." I said, my tone pleading. "T-take me back to the park... don't let him get me on the plane..."

The driver shifted uncomfortably at the request. "I'm only supposed to follow driving orders from him... I could get in a lot of trouble with my boss if I don't."

The tinge of fear in his voice told me that it was more than just fear of getting in trouble with his boss. He'd probably worked with Trent to have an idea of how powerful he was. There was the fear of Trent. Of what he could do to him. But I had just as much fear for that as he did. And the only way for me to have any chance at safety was for the man to try helping me.

"Please... I can get you somewhere safe if you help me..." I promised. "I can't let him get me on that plane... I-I'm doomed if he does."

The driver glanced from me to the view of Trent and the pilot outside. He looked reluctant, unsure of what to do. And who could blame him? He had no way of telling why Trent had me. If I had done something to make me priority enough for a country itself to take me to prison itself. If I was completely playing with him in an attempt to get him trouble. "Please..." I whispered pleadingly. "I promise you that if anything happens... I-I'll take the fall."

My voice shook as I spoke. If something really did happen I was fully ready to offer myself up to protect this random driver. I was terrified of Trent but I had no idea of what he might to do to this person. I was pretty sure he wouldn't kill me. But I couldn't be sure for the man. I'd give up if it came down to it and meant he wouldn't have to be dragged in any more than he already was being.

The driver glanced back at me again, his expression still slightly reluctant. A quick nod was suddenly made though and he turned on the car. Trent looked at us, suddenly glaring with rage. Fear filled me as the drive quickly began driving. I went flying back and found myself lying on the back seat from the sudden increase in speed. "You should probably buckle in!" the driver shouted back, making an incredibly sharp turn and causing me to go flying again.

I did my best to sit up and quickly buckled myself into the seat. Fear raced through me as I began realizing that Trent could probably stop us quite easily. A cry of surprise and fear from the driver only reaffirmed the fear. I felt myself lunge forward from how hard the driver was pressing on the breaks. And then he lost control of the vehicle all together. I screamed as the car began going down an incredibly steep hill, tipping over from his attempts to regain control.

One, two, three, four, four and a half. Four and a half rolls until we stopped and slid to a stop, the car now on it's side. I laid against the door, in too much pain and shock to even attempt moving. The driver didn't make a sound. It was complete silence aside from my hitching breaths. "H-hello?" I managed to say quietly after a few minutes.

When I got no response I shakily brought my hands to my seat belt and unbuckled. I winced and found it to be incredibly difficult to stand up. Pain raked through my body with every movement. There were definitely some broken bones at the very least. After about five or so minutes of trying to stand up I gave up. I wouldn't be able to get out on my own. And that terrified me.

What if Trent showed up? I was in far too much pain to even think about fighting back in any way, shape, or form. And the driver... I was beginning to feel very scared that he was more hurt than I was. The possibility of him having died made it's way into my mind. I began crying out for the driver to respond to me, becoming hysterical from the idea of him having died trying to help me escape.

No response. Not once did he say anything in reply to my screams. Tears streamed down my face and I reached the gap the open window had left. I pulled my self up to it, holding myself up on my knees. When I looked through the gap I screamed. The driver was hunched over, the airbag slightly deflated, and his arm looking badly broken. But worst of all... what made me scream was his face. His eyes were open, a terrified expression frozen there, and blood dribbling down his face from his broken nose. From how his head was hanging... it looked like his neck was broken. He wasn't breathing.

Screams continued to rip out from my chest. I shut my eyes and let go of the gap, too terrified to continue looking. But the image was stuck in my head. I couldn't get it out. I was stuck with it. I screamed out, wanting the image to leave my head. I'd never seen a dead body. And one so soon after death... one that was the way it was because the person had been trying to help me... it was too much to handle. I screamed and sobbed, hoping for the physical and emotional pain to become too much for my body and make me pass out. But I never did. I stayed conscious, crying and screaming with my eyes tightly shut for the next ten minutes.