You try to run

Panic grips you and you scream, scrambling out of your chair, your purse falling to the floor, and run through the door and down the hallway to the back door. You frantically turn the knob and nothing happens, the door is locked. In the dim light you feel for a deadbolt, but find nothing. You're whimpering with fear as your fingers search in frenzy.

You can hear footsteps approaching slowly from behind you and you turn and cower against the door. The two men stand a few feet away, regarding you with callous dispassion. You slide down the door to your knees, trying to push yourself as far from them as possible.

"Let me go, please," you whimper. "Just let me go."

Your professor and your employer share a look, smiling at each other, then turning back to regard you again.

"You should have gone along with me when all I wanted was my cock sucked," Richards says, stepping forward and grabbing your wrist, pulling you back down the hallway as you scream and struggle.