IMPORTANT-ish NOTE: Here it is, the sequel to my story, Beautiful Danger! I'm definately taking things to the next level in this one (in more ways than one! ;D) Also, there is gonna be a "lemon" in one of the upcoming chapters. Its pretty much already written, just not posted. I kind of don't want to post the chapters yet, because I'm going to feel kind of awkward being the only story on here with a lemon. So, guys, if any of you don't mind, it would be nice if somebody posted another lemon on here so I wouldn't feel so lonely! Don't care what kind, oneshot, chapterfic, whatever. I really would appreciate it! (: Thanks guys, and please rate & review! :)

Anna sat, completely exhausted, in a scratchy blue plane seat, unable to sleep. Or cry. Or move. Or feel any emotion, other than hopelessness and confusion. And even those were starting to wear out.

She had no clue where she was. Well, she knew the basics: she was on a small, stolen plane, with about ten criminals, somewhere over the ocean. But other than that, she didn't know where she was exactly or where she was going. She didn't even know the exact time.

All she knew was from the scratched up Blackberry she had been issued temporarily by "Prancer" to make a supervised, *67ed call to her parents, telling them that she was fine, had left the mall early, and had gone on a "spontaneous beach trip" with some "friends". Which was half true. Her parents- laidback workaholics- had believed every word.

She hated lying to her parents. She hated not knowing where she was going and for how long and what they were going to do with her. She wanted to scream at her captors, ask them what she was there for. But with a gun to your head, what choice do you really have?

The only upside- if you could even call anything an upside at this point- was that, while on the phone, she had been able to sneak a peek at the time- it had been 12:47 a.m. But she had no idea how long ago that had been. A day? An hour? It was all the same to her at this point. She was going numb.

The only food she had had was crappy pre-installed airline bags of chips and water. She hadn't slept. She couldn't.

Veck had been absent for most of the hellish ride so far. The only time she had seen him, in fact, was a few hours ago (or something like that) when he had walked by and placed a folded, blue wool blanket in the empty seat next to her. "Here you go," he had said. Nothing else, didn't even look at her. He just walked right on by.

It was killing her.

How he could act like nothing had happened, when to her, it was everything she could think about anymore? How he had felt against her, his warmth, his silhouette in the dark store, his scent. Why?

Just thinking about that moment gave Anna chills she couldn't explain. She reached over and pulled the blanket over her, wishing the seats could recline just a little.

She needed answers, or she would eventually melt...

It was bright out when Anna woke up. Painfully bright. At first, when she forced open her eyes, she thought she might even be in heaven. Maybe they had killed her after all, or maybe the plane crashed. But, when she turned away from the sun shining in the the window, she was pulled- reluctantly- back to reality.

Anna groaned and immediately shifted in her seat. It was so uncomfortable she couldn't believe she has actually gotten asleep. She pulled of the blanket and folded it, then placed it back in the chair next to her. She didn't notice until she actually looked out the window that they weren't in the sky anymore. The plane was still moving, only on the ground.

She frantically shot up in her seat, looking around for the other criminals.

Yup, staring back at her with a mixture of shock and confusion, were her captors. She sighed and slid back down in her seat. So, they were still there... Great.

She faced the window again and wondered where they could possible be. Beyond the giant slab of concrete they had landed on were blue skies, palm trees, and, far in the distance, a stretch of white sand fading into a turquoise ocean.

If Anna didn't know any better, she would say they were in paradise.

But she scoffed at the idea. Paradise? The criminals wouldn't vacation in paradise after robbing a mall...

Would they?

But Anna soon found out that, yes, they would. Because on the ride from the airport, through the mainland, and to the hotel, Anna noticed a little wooden sign that gave their location away:

Welcome To Cayman Islands!