The footsteps stopped. The door opened. And Professor Callahan was standing over her with an evil gleam in his eyes.
"Hello, Elle," he said. "Miss me?"
"No," Elle said softly, her voice quivering.
"What was that he asked?" putting his hand to his ear. "You didn't miss me? Well that simply won't do."
And with that he grabbed her arm and pulled out of the closet. She saw now that she was in an office, that she could only assume was his, however, it seemed to be his home office, not the one at his firm. Her heart filled with dread. She didn't know of any people who Callahan would ask into this room if they visited, or anyone from his law firm who he would ask to meet with him here, rather than his official office. Her chances at rescue seemed very slim, and her escape chances were pretty much zero. She had the bruise on her cheek and the gash on her head to remind her of that.
"So." Said Callahan. "I talked to your friend Emmett today. He seemed very…concerned that you never returned to your dorm room last night. In fact, he asked me if I knew where you were. He was very concerned when I told him—"
Elle's spirits lifted. "Emmett will find me." She said, her voice confident. If you think he won't find out about this—"
"You didn't let me finish." His eyes narrowed dangerously. "I was saying, he was very concerned when I told him you had unexpectedly decided to return to California and did not wish to remain in touch with any of your friends from Harvard."
Elle's spirits sank a little. But she kept talking. "He won't believe you. He knows me better than that. He knows I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye." A hint of desperation tinted her voice but she refused to look defeated. Callahan, however, simply chuckled.
"Are you sure?" He asked, sounding smug. "Your little ratty corduroy boyfriend seemed to eat it right up. He looked like he was about to cry, in fact. It was disgusting, really." Callahan shook his head, and then pulled out a small remote control. A screen on the wall turned on. Elle saw Emmett standing, in what she assumed was his apartment, the look on his face one of absolute despair. Her entire being felt leaden. She wanted to run to Emmett and hug him, tell him that she was here, that she would never leave him without saying goodbye. She wanted to tell him that she would never leave him period. She wanted to tell him how much she loved, and admired him, and how grateful she was to him for all that he'd done for her. She watched a solitary tear fall down Emmett's cheek. He covered his face in his hands and started to cry. Elle felt like she was going to explode. There were tears running down her cheeks too, as she cried with her friend, the man she secretly loved.
"STOP!" she yelled, shaking in rage and grief. "TURN IT OFF! PLEASE" And she sank to the floor, her face in her hands.
Callahan chuckled. "Such foolishness." He said. Love can only lead to pain. There isn't any reason for it. Now stop crying! You are mine now and you will do as I say."
Elle continued to cry on the floor. Callahan reached down and pulled her to her feet.
"SHUT-UP" he yelled into her face. "You're nothing but a stupid, worthless, blonde, pretty girl, and that is exactly how I am going to use you. You will do what I want with me, when I want you to do it, no matter what and when it is, do you understand?"
"NO!" Elle shouted right back at him. "I won't! I'm not yours, and I'm not worthless, and I am not going to be your playboy bunny!"
Callahan responded by slapping her across the face again. "Oh, really? Do you really think I'm giving you a choice? I can easily overpower you as we proved last night! If I want something you will do it!!!" He picked up a glass from his desk and threw it at her, missing her face by inches. It shattered right behind her, and she stood, rooted to the spot, absolutely terrified, by the monster that stood in front of her. Callahan stepped toward her. She stepped backwards, forgetting about the broken glass that lay behind her. Her foot was soon bloody and painful, she cried out. Callahan simply laughed, and threw her back into the closet, where she lay cowering, silent tears mixed with sweat on her face, until she fell asleep again.
A/N: All right so that was the most intense, scary part that will be detailed in the story. You get the idea of what's going to happen to her. The next chapter will go back in time a little to that morning and be from Emmett's POV.
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