Isabel Lucas has been raped constantly by her own father everyday since she was ten years old. At fifteen, a man by the name of Danny Taylor saves her from being sold into sex trafficking ring. Danny and Isabel develops an actual father/daughter type of relationship along with a special bond of friendship. But when Isabel is kidnapped, Danny goes off to find her by any means necessary. Non-romantic Danny/Isabel(OC).


The 15-year-old girl, Isabel locked herself in the closet. She had to get away from him. The bastard put a cage in her window so she wouldn't escape. He was banging the door, breaking it as chucks of wood fall onto the floor.

"Isabel Danielle Lucas!" Her father screamed. "You fucking bitch!"

"Go away!" She yelled.

She couldn't let him do that to her anymore. It was too much for her body to handle. She heard the door slam right on the floor. He was in his drunken rage. Looking from the door crack, Isabel saw the beer in his hand. The though of him near her made Isabel go sick in her stomach.

"I found you!"

"Please! Don't! I DON'T WANT-"

Isabel felt a hard impact on her head. Her vision got blurry. The last thing she saw was her father unbuckling his jeans.


Isabel Lucas awakened on a cold, hard floor. She felt the cold December air breezing on her bare skin. Great, I'm naked and at god knows what? When she'd moved her leg, it was tied together. She opened her eyes. Yes, she was naked and tied up with duck tape in her wrist and ankles.

She looked around. She was in a small room with a tiny window. There was only a bed with just a mattress. The door open slowly, which made Isabel jumped.

It was her father and another guy. He was way younger, maybe late 20's, black hair, slightly muscular, wearing and black suit with a red tie. The only facial hair he had was a goatee.

Her father slammed the door when they got in. Isabel's heart races fast like a house rat. As if her father raping Isabel wasn't bad enough, another guy is going to do the same thing.

"Is this her?"

"Yup," Her dad replied. "Just as I told you over the phone."

The younger guy walked up to Isabel, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. He scanned her with his eyes. Isabel looked at him fearfully.

"She's 15?"

"Yes,"

"The bitch looks 20," The guy said. "I give you 10,000."

Her own father was selling her! The guy then rubbed his hand against her cheek. She felt his hand trace her stomach.

"Where's the money?"

"It's-"

The door busted wide open. "FBI!"

The guy attempted to grab his gun from his suit jacket, but he was shot right in the chest before he could reach it. Isabel screamed as her father tried to grab her, but then he suddenly went limp, dropping Isabel back on the floor.

She started crying as she seen her father's lifeless body. A man was kneeling at her. He had the warmest brown eyes. He took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around Isabel.

"It's over now," He cooed. "What's your name?"

"Isabel," She choked out.

"Okay, Isabel, I'm Special Agent Danny Taylor," He said, glancing at her tied wrist and ankles. He pulled out a pocket knife a cut the tape off of her wrist and ankles. The tape left red marks. "Can you walk?"

Isabel shook her head.

"Okay I'll carry you." In a motion, he scooped her up and carried her bridal style. Isabel laid her head against his chest. For once in her life she felt safe.