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Anatomy Class

Mr. Jay opened his office door with a grin, the middle aged man nodding his head politely at one of his students as she entered. He close the door behind her, having heard she had wanted to inquire about her missed schoolwork, due to some boyfriends injury. Hm. "Goodmorning, Miss Rodriguez," he bowed his head informally, digging through filing cabinets and tucking away some files in his office. He couldn't help but let his eyes flick around the young woman's body, a perk of his job. Young women.

The professor inspected Adrianna's expression, seeing that she was genuine about her work and aim to succeed. Maybe he could work out a... Compromise. "As long as you get in both essays and the research project I assigned, as well as the reading comprehension done," the professor listed in satisfaction. "Is there anything else...?" He purred, a creepy glint in his eyes as he pressed himself casually against the door, blocking Adrianna's exit as his eyes fluttered down to her exposed skin.

The professor smirked behind her back, her innocence amusing him. Why else would he call her in to his office privately, so unnecessarily in the morning? The professor took a slow step towards Adrianna, putting his hand on her back. He nearly lost himself at the smooth touch of her form fitting dress, nearly drooling. He didnt care he had a boyfriend. He'd never find out. "Adrianna, honey..." He cooed, his greedy eyes focusing in on her body. He could blackmail her, for what he wanted and craved.

((O.O.... :O ...I couldn't choose between which face I'm making at the moment..))

The professor grinned leeringly, flexing his fingers slowly. "Of course, Adrianna. But that's not fair, what's in it for me?" He cooed. "Every morning, here, at this time. Precisely. Then your grades can stay at a perfect A. Plus. Plus," he whispered, taking steps to emphasize his last words. "Or your grades, they can go down... Down... Down the toilet, bye bye," he frowned, pouting while waving. "So what is it, Adrianna dear? How much does your education mean to you? Retaking this class is another couple hundred," he smirked.

((I know! I'm makin him as creepy as possible cause its hilarious how weird he is!!! I was thinking when Adrianna tells Paul he could sneak out sometime, and a week later or so, the guy ends up dead or missing? Of course Adrianna wouldn't know it was paul.... And she can escape or uh... You know... It's up to you!))

((Aww don't give me an option :/ I think if they actually... Then it'd be more dramatic and understandable why Paul hurts or kills the professor... And it has some long term drama in it... TIA MAKE THE DECISION! I feel creepy if I make the decisions))

(BWahahahaha XDD Okay...Ummm...It should go pretty far because it would make more sense for Paul to try and kill him >:) I am so evil))

Mr Jay rolled his eyes, reaching over to snatch the file from Adrianna's arms, throwing them to the ground. "It's not extra credit, sweet heart. It's your college education," he leered. "You have a boyfriend? Oh how sweet?" He cooed, turning his head to wander the office. "Well I have a wife, Miss Rodriguez," he taunted, rubing his hands together. He had wanted this for a very long time, waiting for the perfect moment. "The administration? Oh, im frightened," he rolled his eyes sarcastically. "And how do you know that he administration don't do the same things as I'd do? I am a highly reseocted professor, miss Rodriguez. You take the offer- or you fail the class. End of discussion," he snapped harshly, leaning back against his desk arms folded.

The professors eyes flashed behind his glasses, the arrogant and confident tone of the girl irritating him. He wasn't taking no for an answer. He locked the door abruptly, his heart pounding as he flicked out a knife, advancing towards Adrianna. With his force, he pushed her down against the wall, her body hitting the wall roughly with a loud noise. "Oh my pretty, you're not getting out of this. I changed my mind...!" He cackled, trailing the blade down her neck. Shed learn, if it was good for her. "AND I'm failing you! Congratulations, happy?" He cooed.

The professor flicked his knife back into its cover, pouncing on Adrianna like prey as he began to fulfill his plot to rape a girl he had been keeping his eye on. "Why am I doing this? What a question," he laughed evilly, smacking her face back down as she tried I struggle free. "Don't worry... You might even like it," he hissed, his tongue flicking over her smooth skin. Ha, a boyfriend. Pathetic.
((Can we ff? To when he lets her leave?))

"Neither is raising iur grade!" he snapped. the professor flicked his knife back into its cover, pouncing on Adrianna like prey as he began to fulfill his plot to rape a girl he had been keeping his eye on. "Why am I doing this? What a question," he laughed evilly, smacking her face back down as she tried I struggle free. "Don't worry... You might even like it," he hissed, his tongue flicking over her smooth skin. Ha, a boyfriend. Pathetic.
((Can we ff? To when he lets her leave?))

The professor sighed with content, sloppily dressing himself while letting his eyes run across her bare body. "Run on home, dearie, I expect you to come back soon," he chuckled happily. Or he'd come get her. The professor dressed, and sat in his office chair with raised eyebrows. He hadnt left a single visible mark, her dress hiding the bruises he had inflicted on her back.

Paul dressed himself finally after long hours of work, his homework finally caught up on. His father had agreed to cheescake factory, and Paul had texted Adrianna notifying her of their meeting place. It was nearly 12, and Paul began pacing around his room. He had dressed nicely for their lunch, his father being one of formality and class. A well ironed polo and pair of jeans, as well as a clean shave and neatly styled hair, contrasted to Paul's usual attire. What would Adrianna think? Where was she? Why hadnt se texted him? He took a deep breath, sitting on the couch blankly.

The professor rolled his eyes, Adrianna's school record back on his laptop. He turned it towards her, changing he grade to an 'A'. "You were more than satisfactory today, I'll keep you in my class- for now," he murmured bitterly, buttoning his shirt sloppily. He knew that he had to keep Adrianna in his clutches, before suspicion aroused and so that he'd have some thing to look forward to.

Paul felt his phone buzz again, his fingers lurching for the device settled beside him on the couch. He sighed with relief, possible nightmares of what had happened to her having flicked through his mind. He stood up to out on his shoes, his medicines tucked in a Baggie for lunch. Paul locked up the apartment, tucking his gun into his waistband, before going slowly downstairs to wait for Adrianna out front. He settled himself against a wall in the shade, breathing easy. He hadnt taken the medicine that made him go crazy, and he felt unusually good, although he experienced sharp pains.

Paul waved, seeing his hummer roll up to the curb in one piece. Perfect. He slid into the front seat, pecking Adrianna's cheek. E could f sworn he could snell a cologne other than his, and old spice one. He wore Calvin Klein. Why was her hair messy? Her makeup smudged? "Hey baby...what's wrong?" He asked in alarm. He slid his seat belt into place, leaning back into his seat as his head spun dizzily. His father had already arrived, and was waiting for Paul to get his lazy ass to the Cheescake Factory, only two three blocks away. He didnt know anything yet.
((Brb ))

Paul was caught in alarm, his seat belt flying off faster than she could blink. "Stop the car. Stop the car!" He shouted over her crying, his heart eating quickly. "Baby, who hurt you? Why happened? Was it Alejandro? Talk to me, come on-!" He said frantically, turning in an odd position in the car to face his love, the tears streaming down her face. Then it occurred to him. Did she... Cheat? Was that why she looked so disheveled? Paul stared blankt at her, breathing softly.

Paul's suspicions were confirmed when Adrianna had blurted everything to him, failing on mentioning who had abused her. "Who. Did. It," he hissed, his eyes hardening, as his hand reached behind him for his metal weapon, the one the would end that bastards life. "Adrianna, I don't care. I still love you, I know it's not your fault," he said with a strain to his voice. He was a bit upset that it had to be someone else before him, it wasn't fair. He didnt think Adrianna would be the same after. "Was it Alejandro?" He demanded impatiently, his eyes gazing intently into hers. Nobody messed with his girl and got away with it.

If it weren't for the vomit rising in his throat, Paul would have tracked down the mofo and slit his neck himself. Or burned him alive. So much hatred and jealousy was coursing through his bulging veins, his fists tightened until his knuckles turned white. He gingerly wrapped his arms around Adrianna, sensitive to his new rape victim. He had worked with rape victims in his department before, but he had always been so unfeeling to how badly it would change them. Now that it was his Adrianna, he felt the need to protect her. Badly. Once the nausea passed, Paul yanked his cell phone from his pocket. "Who is it. Who is he," Paul demanded, fialing Gerry's number. Adrianna looked so helpless, so afrai, so weak. Paul tucked a strand of Adrianna's destroyed hair behind her ear, trying not toscowl and scare her worse. "We can go home," he said blatantly, planning to drive himself to the office after they brought the bastard in, so he could pummel his sorry face.
((We should still have the lunh thing, it can be whenever))

((I don't think Paul would want her to, but then maybe Adrianna could insist on it))

Paul distanced himself understandingly, the phone pressed to his ear as he waited for her reply. He was nearly shaking with anger, his eyes looking over Adrianna's poor body with pity and anger. It wasn't okay, the douche bag deserved to die. Rot in hell. "I'll take care of him," Paul murmured with determination, reciting everything he knew about this anatomy teacher. Gerry confirmed that he'd send a few officers down, and arrest him for Paul. He took slight pleasure on knowing the guy would be locked up, but couldn't shake the feeling he had. "Let me drive, come on Adrianna," he coaxed. "Lets get you home," he suggested, forgetting to text his awaiting father.

"Let me drive, Adrianna! My dad can wait, you need to rest," he panicked, watching as she took care of her messy appearance. This wasn't acceptable. He knew he should have gone with! It occurred to him that since Adrianna had been raped, there was a slight possibility that the man had impregnated her. He'd rip the babies head off. He reminded himself to find some sort of test for Adrianna, his fingers reaching for his phone he had dropped onto the floor. "Can I get you anything, do anything for you? Maybe we can find something to eat?" Paul's tone had changed, for Adrianna, his features softening.

Paul huffed, allowing Adrianna to do what she pleased after her traumatic experience. The drive was silent, Paul's heart pounding as he sat back in his seat. What would his father, Liam, think? Could he tell? Paul looked over at Adrianna rarely during the drive, afraid and sensitive what he said or did around her. The now warm metal of his gun pressed against his back, reminding him of the anger he was hiding. He'd get it, for sure. He was relieved Adrianna was his girlfriend, and that she knew how to control him. Otherwise, he might have murdered he man by then. The hummer swung up beside a sleek silver BMW in the parking lot. Paul would have been joyed to see his father, but was largely distracted and couldn't stop fidgeting. Paul adjusted his shirt collar, stepping outside of the hummer. He joined Adrianna's side, reaching for Adrianna's hand before he dropped it. He didnt want it any worse.

Paul nodded curtly, opening the door for Adrianna. An escort waved them over to Liam's table, somehow knowing they belonged to that table. "Dad," Paul breathed, a slight limp present as his father stood to greet them. Paul hugged his father lightly, waving to Adrianna. "This is my girlfriend, Adrianna Rodriguez," he murmured, sensitive to the way he talked about her. He didnt want to set her off. His dad as shocked, staring with a aping mouth. Something seemed off about her, something in her eyes wasn't right. "Wow- Paul...!" He breathed, grinning proudly at his son. "Don't know how you did it, pleasure," he teased Paul, earning a strained smile as he reached to shake Adrianna's hand. Paul blocked his fathers hand, giving a slight shake of the head. Liam had his suspicions, but decided not to bring them out at the lunch table. "Have a seat...!" He gestured, smiling to try to lighten the mood.
((Liam neeson is his father))

Paul unbuttoned the second button on his collar, standing abruptly after Adrianna. "I'll explain," he promised, sighing as he went after Adrianna. "Adri...!" He called softly, catching up with her after a few strides, headed for the bathrooms. He wasn't lettin her alone anytime soon, and he wanted to make sure she was safe. "They've got him locked up, if it makes you feel any better," he said softly, his fists automatically clenching. The guy would be dead soon, he swore. "I'll leave you alone... In always here," he promised, stopping by the women's restroom door and crossing his arms in front of him, classic bodyguard style.

Paul opened his mouth, before she disappeared into the bathroom. He caught the door, leaning in the doorway with a frown. "I'll never know what it's like, but I've dealt with this before," he said softly. Crying girls, screaming and gone mad. His heart ached, and he wanted nothing but to help her, to have her safely in his arms again. He could reach out to ton her hand, peck her cheek, nothing. Adrianna was gone, and he didnt know how trying would work out. "I want to help you, I can't- I can't stand seeing you like this," he batted his eyes frantically, turning away to rid the tears forming on his lashes. It wasn't fair for her. "I'll just-" he murmured, dismissing himself and stepping out of the door, allowing it to close slowly.
((Gtg. Go on cheescake factory thread!))