Elizabeth moved into the bedroom, the smell of hers and Peter's sex still lingering in the air as her stomach lurched again, her hand coming to her mouth to ensure that she didn't throw up all over the place. She stopped and closed her eyes, trying to focus on a scene that put her in the middle of nature and far - far away from this place. She knew she'd get free and that she'd see her father and Arthur again, she just needed to get the fuck out of this apartment.
The sound of the television coming from the other room would be helpful in allowing her to open the door without making a sound, but if someone were waiting just outside of it or had their vision aligned with the movement of the door at all - she'd be in trouble. She moved to the bedroom door and turned the knob - ever so slowly - opening it and peeking out. Her heart was racing as if trying to run from her chest, but she'd found that she was out of options and laying there waiting to be rescued wasn't one of them either. She had no idea if anything would think to come there and even if they did, chances are that Peter would just sent them away.
There were two guys on the couch, watching TV, the back of their heads to her as she moved out of the room and softly closed the door behind her. Within a few minutes she was slipping out of the back door, her body covered in sweat as she moved down toward the edge of the garage and ran to the first tree in the yard, a large oak tree that shaded the majority of the front yard. It was late afternoon or early evening, she couldn't really tell which, but knew she needed to get the hell out of here before Peter found her. She started to move but felt large hands grab her from behind, a hand clamping over her mouth as she yelped and started to scream and kick. It took her a few minutes to realize who it was, but as soon as she smelled him she turned in his grasp and busted out crying, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his neck, her words muffled, but meaning clear.
"Oh my God Arthur... get me out of here now. Peter took me and... and... oh my god, please just get me out of here..." She felt her mind start to crack a little, the strong emotionless surgeon from this morning turned into a panicked, frantic woman in front of the man that she'd started to care for. He'd not want her now, but she just needed his help and then she'd let him go.