He got out of the car, finally looking around to be sure he wasn't followed. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary. He moved toward the passenger door. She was beginning to wake up. She opened her eyes to see him reaching for the door handle. She hit the lock button. He shook his head at her. He hit the button on the key ring to unlock the door. She tried to scramble to the other side. He reached in grabbing her right leg, pulling her out the door. She tried to hang on to the other door handle and kick him with her left leg. She connected with his right shoulder, sending him backward It pissed him off. He did not expect her to fight back. He was hoping she would be a cowardly little bitch he thought she was, but he was finding out she was not going to go out without a fight.

He yanked her hard, lifting her off the seat. Her left side slammed back down on the center console, causing her to immediately fold herself into a fetal position. He pulled her out of the car. Her head slammed up against the door jam, cutting off the top of her ear lobe. Her eyes watered. She could feel the blood rushing to the injury. He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to her feet. The blood trickled down the side of her face. She winced as his hand grazed her damaged ear. He lead her by her hair to the front of the cabin. Sandwiching her between him and the door, he unlocked the cabin door. She tried to push him away from her. Bracing herself against the door and pushing backward, she got him off her an inch before he punched her in her left side. She bent to the left, attempting to protect herself. The door swung open. She fell through it, catching herself with her arms spread out before her. He shoved her through the door the rest of the way with his foot. She scrambled to get to her feet. He slammed the door behind him, turning to lock it. She was up and running toward the sliding glass doors on the other side of the house when she heard a gun being cocked.

"Stop right there," he said. "I am not afraid to shoot you if I have to."

"Please," she said, slowly turning toward him. "What do you want from me?"

"I just want to talk. I thought we were friends. I thought we had a real connection. I just wanted to be your lover, but you wouldn’t have it. What is so wrong with me? Why wasn't I good enough?"

"I wasn't interested in an office relationship. I wanted to earn my position in the company. I didn't want to get to where was by sleeping my way to the top."

"Well, now we aren't in the same office anymore. How about we give it a go?"

"It will never happen. You just kidnapped me."

"If I can't have you, then no one will," he said, coming closer to her.

"Please, I'll do anything you want," she pleaded, scrambling away from him. She hit the wall between the kitchen and the living room. He reached her, snatching her up by her hair. He drug her across the floor to the couch, slamming her head into the coffee table before throwing her onto the couch. Her hands went to her nose. Blood was gushing out. She was certain it was broken. He pinned her down, climbing on top of her. He tried to rip her top off, but she fought back. She shoved him off of her. She tried to escape, but he pulled her back underneath him, ripping her shirt. She tried to cover herself up. He forced her arms above her head, grabbing the rope he had fixed to the legs of the couch. Lying down on top of her, he tied her hands above her head.

She screamed. He tried to kiss her. She shook her head from side to side. He grabbed her face, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She bit down, hard, taking off the tip of his tongue. He pulled back, slugging her in the jaw. He knocked her out. He looked at her, smiling. He stood up, beginning to remove her pants, when the door to the cabin flew open. Splinters flew everywhere. Holland had kicked the door off the hinges. Holland set out on a dead run toward Farmer. Farmer did not have time to stand up straight to defend himself. Holland was on him, knocking him to the ground. He began punching him in the face. Farmer brought his arms up to protect himself, making Holland angrier. He punched farmer in the ribs, feeling them crack under his fist.
Missy stirred, hearing the commotion to her left. Through a swollen left eye, she could barely see someone beating up on Farmer. When her vision focused, she realized it was Holland. She tried to move her hands down to cover herself, but failed. Holland stopped punching Farmer when he realized he was passed out. He stood up, looking over at Missy. She tried to turn her body away from him. He went out to the car, leaving her tied to the couch. He came back in with his jacket, covering her up. He cut the rope from above her head, allowing her arms to fall to her side. She slipped into the jacket, sitting up.

"I've called the cops. They are on the way. Go wait in the car. You don't need t be in here anymore," Holland said to Missy.

"H-How did you know where I was?" she asked, on the verge of tears.

"I saw him take you. I followed you but lost you on the highway. I had to back track. I'm sorry he was able to get this far with you. I should have gotten here sooner," he said running his hand through his hair.

"Don't be sorry. I am just glad you came. Thank you for saving me," she said, standing on her shaking legs. He grabbed her before she fell back onto the couch. He walked her to the door with his arm around her shaking shoulders.  

Dirt flew up as the cops came into the driveway at a high speed. The first cop to jump out of the car was Ryan Barber, Missy's contact at the police station.

"Get your hands up and step away from her!" he screamed at Holland, pointing his gun in their direction. Holland let go of Missy's shoulders, raising his hands.

"Ryan, he's with me. He saved my life."

"Missy, are you okay?" he asked, running over to them as a few of the other officers went rushing past them. He got a better look at her face, using the radio strapped to his  shoulder to call for an ambulance. She saw a look of worry cross his face.

"I'll be fine," she said, attempting to ease his worry. She took a step toward him, stumbling. Holland had his arms around her in a flash. Ryan caught her around her shoulders.

"Missy, you're not fine. An ambulance is on the way. They will take you to the hospital."

"I don't need to go to the hospital. I just need to sit down," she said as her head swam. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she stumbled again. The world went black. Holland had her scooped in his arms before she even touched the ground. He carried her to his car. Ryan opened the door, allowing him to sit her in the front seat. Two ambulances pulled down the wooded driveway. Ryan went running to them. He directed the EMTs to Holland's car where a still passed out Missy sat in the front seat. The EMTs went over with a stretcher. They were able to wake Missy long enough to get her on the stretcher. They loaded her into the ambulance as the other EMTs were bringing out Farmer. Holland saw red again and headed in his direction. Ryan stopped him.