Toby was bored. Over the course of the day he had got up, got dressed, walked Justine to the studio, gone shopping and failed at shopping. So here he was, back in the suite sitting on the couch watching the crew set up the studio lights on the live stream of the studio. It wasn't by any means entertaining, but being the only English channel Toby thought he might as well tune in.
Just then, a flash of blonde and purple told Toby that Justine was arriving on set. He sat up straighter and concentrated on the figure of his girlfriend, who was holding still while the make-up department applied copious amount of powder and blush which she didn't need. She looked gorgeous in her new purple dress and high black heels.
A buzzer sounded and the camera in the top corner of the room switched to the camera which was trained on Justine's beautiful face as she began her first official broadcast. All went perfect (as Toby had expected) and he watched as the camera switched back to the one in the top corner showing the live stream. He saw as Justine was bombarded with paperwork and as all of the crew began to filter out of the white studio. He tried to text her to say congratulations, but it failed each time he tried; apparently the reception was a bit crap in that building.
Soon there was no one left to watch on the screen and he found himself getting restless and irritable again. On the off chance Justine might be free for a coffee; Toby grabbed his coat and began to make his way the short distance to the studio, to ask her in person.
Toby entered the building and strode up the reception desk. He had never actually entered this building, only walked Justine here, so he thought he better ask where to go; Toby had a habit of getting lost in large buildings and glancing at his phone he realised the reception was so crap that he had no service at all, so he could quite possibly get lost for a long time.
Instead of being met at the desk by a bored Spanish receptionist as he had expected, Toby was met by a small printed sign on an A4 piece of paper reading "Todos los empleados que actualmente tienen la recreación. Por favor regrese a las 3pm."
"What?" Toby said to himself as he attempted to decipher the sign. He glanced to his left where another sign sat on the desk, this one in English, reading "All employees currently have recreation. Please return at 3pm."
Toby glanced at his phone. It was a few minutes after twelve, which meant Justine must also have a few hours of free time. He was just deciding whether to leave and go back to the hotel in the hope that Justine may have already left and he had just missed her, when a sound caught his attention.
It was a whimper? No, now it was a scream. Toby whipped around looking for the source of the noise when he realised it was just coming from the TV. At first he felt himself relax as he came to the conclusion that it was nothing to worry about, but then with a sickly feeling twisting his stomach, Toby saw what the screen was actually showing; it was the live stream from the studio, and it was Justine who was screaming.
Toby watched helplessly as Justine was forced back into a wall by none other than that creep Enrico. He couldn't hear exactly what Enrico was uttering, but he didn't have to. Toby sprinted towards the stairwell and began running up the stairs three at a time; he had no idea where he was going.
"Justine!" he shouted in every direction, although there was no reply. "Justine!" he cried even more desperately. At the top of the second flight of stairs, Toby found himself staring at a sign with a multitude of arrows and Spanish words.
"Where the hell is the studio" he shouted at the sign, hoping for any indication to where Justine was. Of course the sign stayed quiet, but then Toby spotted it. In big purple letters with the number '4' next to it was the word "Estudio". Immediately he began sprinting up the next two flights of stairs.
On the second to last step before reaching level four was when Toby heard her. It wasn't a whimper or even like the scream he had heard before, this was sheer fear transmitting itself through the cry of his girlfriend. Toby wasn't really sure what happened next. He was running, faster than he had ever done before, towards the open door to the studio; he saw her, forced against wall, tears mixed with blood running from her nose and mouth desperately trying to force the filthy hands off her body as he laughed and forced his mouth onto hers. His face was already red with Justine's blood as he licked it off his lips.
Then Toby was there, behind Enrico, dragging him off Justine only by his greasy hair. Toby was punching him in the jaw, the head, the stomach, until he fell to the ground. Justine could only watch as Toby continued, this time kicking him hard in the back; he only stopped when Enrico stopped moving.