Christina rushed into her house as her cell pone started to ring. "Hello?"
"Well done, Christina. I can see you're very good at following directions. No one is in the house with you, correct?"
"Yes, no one's here," she replied, fighting the trembling of her hands.
"Good. Now, let's see if you're still good at following directions. Can you get away tonight?"
Christina thought for a moment, then gulped. "I'm not sure. I might have to lie to my parents, and I really don't want to do that..."
"Then you have a decision to make, Christina. Either you lie, or John..." the man chuckled evilly again, "...well, let's just say it won't go very well for him, will it?"
Christina bit her lip. "I can get away."
"Good. I will call again at five o' clock with directions for where you need to drive. Goodbye, Christina." He hung up.
Christina sighed. She was being pushed to the breaking point, but in doing so, had discovered something about herself: she had hidden strength there.
"I'll save you, John. I promise," she whispered into the empty house.