"I-I thought you were in India" Justine stuttered, staggering backwards until the wall prevented her from retreating any further.
"I told you" Enrico said, slightly more forcefully than before, "you weren't answering my texts. I had to check on you" he began to stagger towards Justine, his usual expression of perverted smiles replaced by harsh determination and anger.
"I-I'm fine. I've just been busy" Justine stammered again; Enrico wasn't sickening her as he usually did, he was scaring her. She held up the papers she had in her hand and gave a nervous laugh "Just been getting on with learning my lines and going to meetings"
Enrico stopped in front of her and gave the recently made-up Justine a good look up and down. "You look nice" he declared, the anger depleting slightly. He slowly removed the papers from her hands and ran his filthy fingers over Justine's cheek as he had done before; this time he did not remove them. "Sexy" Enrico droned, his face so close to Justine she could smell his stinking breath; tobacco, alcohol and what she was sure was vomit.
He moved his hand to the back of Justine's head and began to pull her towards him. Justine made a small squeak and ducked away from his face, stumbling around him over to the door of her office. She had caught him by surprise and in his intoxicated state Enrico took longer to react than he usually would have. Justine fumbled with the closed door as she heard him recover from the shock and snigger at her fear.
The door swung open to Justine's relief, and she ran down the corridor as fast as she could in the six inch heals she was wearing.
"I wouldn't bother running" Enrico sneered, striding after her.
Tears had begun to fall from the video blogger's eyes, and with the blurred vision they were causing she almost missed the door to the stairwell. Sidestepping through it and forcing it closed, Justine started to frantically stab at her phone, desperately calling out for Toby.
A sudden flashback to a certain night when she had almost died caused her to sprint down the stairs as fast as she could, still hopelessly calling for the love of her life.
Dread screamed through her veins when Justine spotted Enrico, a livid expression dominating his face, standing, waiting for her, blocking the way to the next flight of stairs. How he had got there she had no idea, but she supposed owning the building meant you knew a few secrets.
Justine considered collapsing onto the floor and hoping he would just leave her alone, but Enrico's expression and the thing he said next spurred her on.
"I don't care how much you cry. I have no sympathy for you, you little bitch!" he spat.
Justine ran the only other way she could; in the opposite direction to where he was blocking and onto the floor where the studio was. The adrenalin which had got Justine this far was fading fast, and the hope that there would be other people on this level to protect her died quickly.
The studio was void of people. The lights had been turned down and as Justine ran into the white room she quickly came to the conclusion that there was nowhere else to run. She was beaten. And the man coming towards her, pushing her back into the wall, holding her face tightly in his dirty hand, was not going to show any empathy.
"I told you" Enrico hissed "Bad girls get punished" he lifted his other hand.
Pain in her jaw; Justine tasted blood.
The blood however, did not seem to deter her attacker "I'm going to teach you a lesson" he forced his mouth onto her's.