Thread: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

Would the young woman be shy and demure, hesitant to approach him, and scared to talk openly about what she'd endured? Ellis had poured over the trial transcripts relating her evidence against the accused, but they'd been dry, unemotional words on a page, and given no hint of Emily's tone or demeanour. If anything, Ellis guessed, she'd be scared and uncertain, particularly in conversing with a man the same age as her abuser. Which is why the man's eyes widened in surprise when they followed her entrance into his office. Shy, demure, or lacking in confidence wasn't his instinctive first impression. Emily Harris, I presume, I'm Dr McHugh. Ellis immediately recognised what Warren Trudea must have seen in her, and the effects she could have on an older man. Emily's features were youthful and fresh, those of a model, and the body visible under a School Uniform shorter and tighter than expected to be standard issue for a prestigious, and expensive, Private School, curved to perfection in all the right places. She walked in, every inch the male fantasy so regularly offered up in porn movies, but much more attractive. And, at sixteen years old, the real deal. Pushing those thoughts aside, McHugh shrugged nonchalantly at her question. Wherever you're most comfortable. The request as if to whether she should lay on her back, and the implications associated with it, hadn't gone unnoticed, but Ellis deliberately didn't react. She'd been in his company less than a minute, and the Doctor already had a strange feeling about her, which was only exacerbated when she sat in the seat across. Thankfully close enough so that he couldn't peer over the edge, and be distracted by the silky thighs he'd already gained a glimpse of, due to the brevity of her skirt. The way she pressed her breasts together provided potential distraction enough. Purposely? Oh, yes, definitely purposely. Ellis lowered his gaze to her cleavage, deciding to play back. After allowing his eyes to linger for a few seconds, he pursed his lips, and returned his attention to the young woman's face. Emily Harris radiated sexuality, and her demeanour was a little off, as if she was attempting to bait him. But, then, that wouldn't be completely out of the ordinary after what had happened with Trudea, where she'd been subject to the man's perverted desires, and treated as a sexual object. She'd likely come to think of herself that way, or had learned to use it as a shield to hide her true emotions. What sixteen year old girl wouldn't be embarrassed about what had happened, even if it wasn't her fault, and subsequently, once it was over, possibly be led into misguided attempts to appear more mature, and in control? Ellis was confident that, with his experience, though not so much with the teenage female mind, he could break down her defences. The psychologist continued to appraise his client for a little longer, as he poured Emily a glass of water, speaking after he placed it in front of her. At the beginning, with how it all began, if you like. Or we can work back from the end. Maybe that's the place to start? Eliis arched a brow. I presume you must possess feelings of guilt for the role you played in having a man who you likely at one time had strong emotions for, jailed for sixty years? Do you, Emily, or are you glad the predator is locked away, where he'll never be able to hurt you again? Or do you think it was somehow all your fault, that you led him on, and deserved it, even the rape? Raising an eyebrow before glancing at her cleavage again, Ellis shot Emily a cheery smile when he looked back up. To be able to help you, I need to know where your mind is at, so I'm sorry if that's blunt, but I am not one for moddycoddling, and intend to treat you as an adult. In return, I expect the same, and for you to be honest. No games, no pretences. It almost means you can cease with the juvenile display of your tits. Warren Trudeau may have taught you that's how you should act, but I'm not interested. There's a reason he's in jail. Having exerted his control, and clearly laid out the ground rules to his client, Ellis relaxed in his chair, and nodded for her to speak. Everything you say is confidential, and won't be relayed to a soul, not even your parents, so go right ahead. You're here to talk, I'm here to listen