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Molly's POV

I could tell Max had fallen asleep again, which meant he would be no help at all for the next 10 hours. He could sleep through an earthquake. I wanted to go home, wherever I could consider home was, I'm not really sure.

I could hear all the other girls around me in the other rooms, all of them crying or knocked out from the drugs that were being pumped into their bodies. I knew about places like this, places where young girls were kidnapped, drugged to the point of being brain-dead then sold as sex slaves to anyone with enough money.

They wanted me for the same thing, I could tell. The first sign was the pill that hadn't fully dissolved in my water, or the funny smell that was coming from my food. Either way I knew I wouldn't be eating or drinking anything.

I was pacing the room, looking for anything that could help me escape. My plate lay discarded by the panel that opened up from the bottom of the door. My eyes landed on the knife and fork by it and I could feel an idea coming.

Picking up the knife, I used the thin edge to slide it under the panel and flip it. Like I hoped the panel opened.

"Yes!" I whispered to myself. Pushing my arm through, I angled it up and looked for the door handle and grabbed it, my fingers just being able to clasp it. I pulled on it but it didn't budge. "Damn!" I hissed. I took my arm back and took a quick look out the panel. No one was around, probably either asleep, drunk or having sex.

Taking the knife again, I took another quick glance around before jamming the knife into the key hole as hard as I could. I twisted it roughly to the right and heard a satisfying crack before the door swung open.

"Still got it," I mumbled smugly to myself. You don't move around six foster families without picking up a few things.

I looked to my left. Max's room was right next to mine. Taking the knife, I knocked carefully on his door.

"Whoa…who…who's there?" I heard a groggy voice mumble as a small banging sounded through the door.

"Shhh! Max it's me," I whispered.

"Molly? Are you ok?" he whispered through the door.

"I'm fine but what about you? Did you eat the food?" I asked.

"No, it smelled funny. Normally I would go for that but it didn't seem right this time." I chuckled quietly.

"Same old Max."

"What?" he whispered.

"Nothing, just stand away from the door," I instructed and I heard him shuffle away. Taking a deep breath, I jammed the knife into the key hole, twisted it and yanked the door open. Max was staring at me wide eyed.

"How did you…?" he asked but I stopped him.

"We don't have time, come on we need to get out of here!" I whispered worriedly, heading for the exit.

"What about the others?" Max asked, staring at all the locked doors. I sighed.

"Even if we opened all these doors, most of them are so drugged up they won't be able to move," I explained. Max's brow furrowed.

"Shouldn't we at least give them a chance?" I sighed, handing him the knife.

"Fine you open the doors while I take care of something. Jam the knife into the key hole and twist to the right," I instructed and he nodded, heading to the first door.

I turned, heading down the dingy corridor until I reached the one at the end. Pressing my ear to it, I couldn't hear anything so I carefully checked to see if it was locked. It wasn't and the door slowly swung open. Inside the table was still there, still stacked with all the money.

In the corner were Max and mines bags, Max's emptied out while mine was just open. After replacing all the stuff I knew Max would need (Everything but his books) I took the bags over to the table and filled them each with $25.000 of each currency.

"What are you doing?" Max hissed loudly from the doorway as I zipped up my bag.

"Funding for the ride home," I answered, throwing the single strap over my shoulder before tossing Max his bag.

"But…but this is stealing," he whispered as I walked past him.

"And how do you think we got here?" I asked, effectively silencing him as he placed his bag against his hip before following me.

All the doors had been opened and some of the girls were venturing out cautiously. Others were just laying in their beds, eyes wide open. I looked at Max, who was looking straight ahead with a stern expression and I could tell he knew. I felt pity for him, being the one to find these poor young woman dead.

I took his hand and squeezed it, giving him a small smile when he looked over to me. He nodded before pulling me along towards what I hoped was the exit. Once he pulled us through the door we were outside and I instantly felt my body temperature drop. I stopped, clutching my jacket tighter to my body.

"We can't stop!" Max yelled over the wind, grabbing my arm and leading me away. I couldn't see anything through the snow storm so I just let Max lead me away from the awful place we had been trapped in.

We walked, more Max pushing us at a hurried jog, until he finally stopped us. I was panting, shivering and very tired. I took a look around, noticing my breath coming out as small clouds in front of my face.

We were in what looked like the woods, trees surrounding us on all sides. Snow covered the ground, the result of my shivering. Max was pacing around looking all over the clearing.

"We'll rest here tonight then carry on down the mountain in the morning," he said before slumping down against a tree that sheltered its ground from the snow.

"We're on a mountain?" I cried, causing Max to leap up and cover my mouth.

"Yes and we need to be quiet. Unless you want either angry Russian's or an avalanche coming down on us," he said in a hushed voice. When I didn't answer he took his hand away. "Good, now stay here while I go get some fire wood," he said and before I could speak another word Max was gone.

I shivered some more as I waited for him to come back. Snow was still falling but everything that had just happened was just starting to settle. I had been kidnapped, locked away and then broken out of a sex trafficking organisation with the school clown.

I sighed as Max came into my thoughts. For the first year of high school he just disappeared, no explanation and I was without someone who I considered a close friend. To top it off his first day back we get kidnapped and he doesn't remember a thing about me. I'm not goanna lie, that hurt…a lot.

I snapped out of it when I heard Max coming back, his arms laden down with snow covered sticks.

"Hopefully these will light," he mumbled, putting them down and going through his bag. I watched as his eyes widened and he started to go frantically through his things. "Where are my books?" he yelled, staring at me with wide worried eyes.

"I left them back at the warehouse," I said and his eyes narrowed.

"Do you know what you've done?" he whispered in an icy voice.

"No? What?" I asked. Max paused and I could see the troubled look pass through his eyes.

"Nothing, just get some rest," he mumbled before slumping down against the tree again.

"What about the fire?" I asked, still shivering.

"It will attract to much attention," he grumbled, turning away from me.

I sighed. Clearly he was done talking to me and had reverted back to ignoring me like he had done for a year. Picking another sheltered spot I lay down and let myself drift off to sleep. Today had been a long day…

No One's POV

Vladimir glared at the wall as his men finished explaining what had happened only a few hours before.

"So you s-see Vladimir, basically everyone of the girls who veren't too drugged escaped…plus $25.000 dollars of each currency are missing," each man stiffened as Vladimir let out a heavy sigh.

"You let them escape?" he hissed.

"They vere very sneaky…but they left these behind," the unfortunate man chosen to break the bad news offered and handed Vladimir some books when he turned around.

"Vat are these?" he asked, glancing at each cover.

"The boys school books, but the von vith the vorn cover is rather suspicious," one explained. Vladimir raised an eyebrow as he opened it.

The men watched as Vladimir's eyes widened. Each flinched as he started chuckling.

"Oh this is very good," he mumbled as his eyes scanned over a page repeatedly.

"Vhy?" one of his men asked. Vladimir chuckled again as he turned the book so his men could see.

"You see this spell?" they all nodded at the one he was pointing at. "It's a tracking spell, a simple one that I should be able to conjure up,"

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that these little brats aren't quiet rid of us yet. Men, ve vill hunt them down and make them pay for crossing Vladimir Strique!" his men nodded before racing from the room, preparing themselves for hunting the children. Vladimir's smirk dropped as he glared down at the book in his hands, his eyes trained on a small sentence written in the front page.

Property of Max Russo, Do. Not. Touch!

"You can't hide from me Max Russo. I vill get your powers…and the girls too," he growled darkly.

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