We talk a little.

Finally I broke the silence. "Th-thank you for saving me." I shook my head, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "You have no idea what I've gone through, how horrible it's been..." I broke down and cried, telling him all about Mr. Wilkins and Mr. Benjamin and the others.

"I already had a pretty good idea of what was being done to you," he said, after I finished. "I've been tracking you for weeks, every time Mr. Gray takes you out of his headquarters. You deciding to run today gave me the opportunity I needed to get you away from him." He frowned. "And frankly, you got off pretty easily. Even having your pretty little nipples pierced isn't much compared to what SOME of the deviants he caters to would have done to you."

I blinked back my tears, trying not to imagine what a life as Mr. Gray's **** would have been like. I turned to my rescuer, "Who are you, anyway? Are you with the police?"

His comment on my nipples had suddenly reminded me that I was sitting next to him half-naked, as well, and I crossed my arms, making a half-hearted attempt to cover my breasts.

"Here," he said, reaching behind his seat and pulled out a faded beach towel. Handing it to me, he continued, "It's not much, but we're entering the city limits now and it wouldn't be good to attract too much attention."

"And, er..." For the first time he seemed a little uncomfortable. "I'm not with the police. I run a, um, private organization. You can call me Mr. Knight."

As I unfolded the towel and wrapped it around me I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, suddenly feeling a bit nervous.

"What KIND of organization?"

He hesitated. "Well, it's...oh good, there's that little hotel I was looking for!" He pulled up into a parking spot before a quaint, slightly rundown building and hopped out of the car, sounding relieved. "Let me run in and get us a room for a couple of nights. I think Mr. Gray will assume we made for the airport or at least for one of the ritzier places, we can lay low here until he and his goons are gone."

I watched him go inside, unhappy with all the secrecy and his avoidance of my questions. Could I trust this man? What was I getting into?