Rescue Me (18+ Elizabeth Grace Series Book One)

A W O R D F R O M T H E A U T H O R I am so glad you took the time to read my book. It has been many years in the making. This book and series are quite a reversal of your other typical 50 shades of gray type romance novels. Although the story in this book is pure fiction, the characters are inspired by friends I met playing World of Warcraft. They are to this day my best friends and I consider them family. For those of you reading who do not know, World of Warcraft is a cult like video game that has brought many people together. Either by marriage or becoming close friends across the world. This game is still played by many and its expansions are still releasing. I hope that you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. A portion of the proceeds of this book series will be donated to the non-profit Thorn whose sole mission is to find and rescue s*x trafficking victims. TRIGGER WARNING All s*x scenes in this book take place after the characters are of the age of 18. The prologue and portions of this book series brings to light a real issue in the United States. Over 50,000 women and children are s*x trafficked in the US every year. Contact the National Human Trafficking Hotline to report a tip or to get support. ——————————————————————————— Dedication This book is dedicated to all my friends whom I met in World of Warcraft. Most importantly my husband and Dom. Thank You for the years of epic journeys, and as most of us embrace and embark on new quests in our lives outside of WoW may we never stop being family. Love, -Mandie Aka Gazrella and Cee of Madoran, Baelgun, and Lightbringer. Prologue “I am going to die here.” She thought to herself sitting on the bed that she was chained to. She shivered a little bit as she counted the time between her contractions. Although they were getting stronger, she showed no sign on the outside. She looked around her windowless prison cell of concrete somewhere in Las Vegas. The nearly silent room was filled with girls who had resigned themselves to simply waiting for the next man to pick them for s*x. The room was nearly as empty of sound as the girl’s eyes were of life. She brought her eyes back to her own bed before one of the girls noticed her watching them. She didn’t need that kind of trouble right now. This wasn’t her first pregnancy. It was just the first her father had allowed her to keep because this time it was a girl. She knew her daughter would be born into s*x trafficking just like she had been. She’d been molested and sexually assaulted from the time she was a toddler. At 15, it was the only world she knew. She closed her eyes and worked to control her breathing as another contraction rolled through her. Lost in the pain she was startled as the door crashed open and her father burst into the room with a handgun and began pacing the floor. He muttered to himself for a few moments before he stopped and stared at the girls wide eyed. “They’re coming for us!” He said, frantic, “I won’t let them take any of you!” Before her eyes her father lifted the gun and moved from bed to bed as he shot the chained girls in the head. Too broken to make a sound, the girls again accepted a fate they knew they were unable to escape. One by one they died in near silence, the only sound in the room was the roar of the gun. She trembled in fear as she watched her friends die. Still, there was also relief in her heart. They were free. Finally, he turned his gun to her, and his hands began to shake. “I am sorry, but this is for your own good.” He said, as he began to squeeze the trigger. She closed her eyes and accepted her fate when suddenly she heard a loud boom. Even with her eyes closed she saw a flash of light. She opened her eyes trying to understand what was going on. A swarm of people in vests emblazoned with FBI on them ran into the room. The tall man leading the group took in the scene before him and quickly shot her father. She looked down at him as a pool of blood began to form on the ground under him. His eyes were wide and his mouth agape as he struggled, and failed, to breathe. In shock she looked back to the tall man that had saved her life. Another contraction took hold of her and her water broke. The pain was instantly more intense, and she began to moan loudly in pain. The tall man scanned the room one more time before he came to her side. He took in her rounded belly and the rapidly growing wet spot on the bed and knew he needed to move quickly. As he went to lift the girl, he realized she was still chained to the bed. Taking a chance, he moved to the now dead man on the floor at the end of the bed and began to search his pockets. Finding nothing in the pockets he noticed a chain around the man’s neck. With a tug a necklace appeared, a key dangling from the end of it. Rushing back to the now moaning girl he removed the shackle from her ankle. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He told her as he gently picked her up and carried her towards one of several waiting ambulances. “How far along are you?” he asked. “Full term.” She said to him. “I feel like I’ve gotta push, I think the baby is coming.” The girl panted then moaned softly, the lifelong need to stay as quiet as possible kicking in. “Well s**t, no time to get her to the hospital.” He thought. As he arrived at the ambulance, he told the waiting staff, “We are going to have to deliver in the rig.” He calmly laid her on the gurney, and she began to push as the medic readied herself at her feet. The man who saved her tried to leave, but the fragile looking young girl grabbed his arm tightly, her eyes begging him to stay. She stifled another moan. The officer that had followed him shook his head, “Go with her boss. I’ll handle the scene.” He nodded and found a seat next to the girl. The ambulance driver shut the doors, and they were soon speeding towards the hospital. With a cry she was unable to contain, she gave a final push just as they reached the hospital. With a sigh of relief, she listened to the strong cries of her daughter. They quickly pulled her gurney from the ambulance and wheeled her into the hospital. The tall man followed behind carrying the newborn. He had missed the feel of a baby in his arms. He dearly wished his own wife was able to have another child, though sadly that was impossible. He stayed close to the girl and her new daughter the rest of that night. He could see the calm it brought when he was near. Once both were resting comfortably, he stepped from the room and made a call to his wife. He knew she would be worried. Besides, while he couldn’t tell her any details of his night, he could tell her how much he’d enjoyed holding a baby again. The young girl woke to the sound of a happy voice. It was a sound she was unused to. She listened intently as the man spoke to his wife, and suddenly an idea began to form. “I can’t keep her.” Elizabeth said a day later to the FBI agent in her recovery room. “I heard you talking to your wife, I’d like for you to adopt her.” she told him. Taken off guard, he paused for a moment before asking her, “Are you sure this is what you want?” “I need to know she will be safe, protected, and far away from what I grew up in.” A tear streaked down her face as she looked at her daughter. With a nod he went and picked up the infant, “I’ll speak with my wife.”