Beauty and her beast
Cold and hungry her car groaned up the wet road, she had stolen her last tank of gasoline. Emma sighed as she rooted in her glove box for a stray Apollo bar, trying to remember to keep her eyes on the road. God she was hungry.
Squinting at a coming sign, she read aloud the words.
"Entering Storybrooke" Emma shrugged at this, at least she had reached civilisation and the cops had stopped following her. Driving into the oncoming town, Emma looked around wiping the condensation from her clogged windows.
"Right I need to find some sucker that I can steal from, I'm starving" she muttered to herself as she scanned for victims, she spotted a diner and decided against it as she passed a cop car parked outside it, "Not worth it" she sighed continuing her search. Suddenly her car spluttered to a halt up the road. "God dammit!" she cursed slamming her head down on the steering wheel, then grabbing the bridge of her noise as a sharp pain shot through it. Emma slid out of the car and wandered to the hood and opened it inspecting the damage. Of course she had fun out of fuel. "Fuck" she hissed. Closing the hood she turned to scan her surroundings. She spotted a large white mansion that seemed to loom over the town. Emma being curious snuck over to the hedge and inspected the large apple tree that stood in the garden proudly. Smiling and her stomach seeming to growl with her in agreement Emma found herself climbing over the large iron bars. Looking around like a timid rabbit Emma picked a large shiny apple from the tree, she quickly pocketed it an reached for another. "Do I dare one more?" she whispered looking around once again. She noticed a light was on in the house but thought nothing of it. She searched for a particularly nice apple and spotted a large red one that sat at the top of the tree, reaching out for it standing on her tip toes she almost grabbed it. Until everything went black.
Her eyes flickering, Emma lifted her head. Man it hurt, what the hell happened? Looking around, her vision still burring slightly. She noticed she was in what appeared to a study, like one from a fancy catalogue. Lolling her head backed she pulled her arm to wipe a stray hair from her face, she then noticed she was handcuffed to a radiator.
"Aww man, not another crazy weirdo's house" she groaned, instinctively she pulled on the cuff trying to free her hand, she'd seen this in a movie once.
"Just have to dislocate my wrist and it's all good" she whispered turning her wrist in different directions trying to dislocate it in a desperate attempt. "Well that's clearly not working" she sighed leaning her head against the wall once again. She looked down at her other hand which was tied to her leg with a plastic cable, whoever had tied her up knew what they were doing alright. Emma continued to look around the room noticing that the fire was lit, so someone was definitely home. The room was nicely decorated in a black and white décor, the sofa seemed clinical but comfortable. This stuff looked expensive, perhaps she had fucked with the wrong gun wielding rich man this time. The door then creaked open which made Emma freeze. She turned her head slowly and gazed at the strong woman stood in the doorway, she wore a tailored pantsuit, her hair was a glossy dark brown. Her lips were scarlet red and she watched Emma with furious but deep chocolate eyes. This woman just oozed sex. Emma's mouth grew dry and she gulped as the woman stalked over to the fireplace never keeping her eyes off her victim.
"Miss Swan, so nice of you to join me" she purred, her voice dripping with some kind of velvety venom. Emma's eyes widened.
"how…" She began but watched as the woman simply threw her driving license on the floor and smirked smugly at Emma's expression. The woman poured herself a drink from a decanter set on the mantelpiece.
"Stealing apples? Not a usual crime I've seen, but still not forgivable, especially stealing MY apples" The woman said holding one of the shiny blood red apples that Emma had picked. Emma remained silent watching with caution, her voice had completely disappeared in the woman's presence.
"Also trespassing on private property" the woman chuckled throwing up the apple and catching it again, "anything else you'd like to add to the charges?" she asked flashing a smile of pearl white teeth. Emma shook her head still not being able to find her voice. "But how to punish you?" the woman mused. "I could kill you, but it's what people would expect. But I can think of something g so much better" the woman said pausing to take a sip from the amber liquid in her glass her eyes flashing with a silent thought. Emma tried not to whimper, this was becoming like horror film and she wondered which finger she would lose first. "No voice Miss Swan? From what I know about you you're not usually the quiet type" she said running a pink tongue over her full lips. Emma sighed not proud of her past and also annoyed by the fact she couldn't escape it.
"But on with business Miss Swan, my punishment is that you remain here, in my mansion. You are never to leave, ever again" she grinned her eyes flashing wickedly. Emma's eyes widened even more.
"Forever?! You can't do that! It was only a couple of apples! People would know I am missing!" she shouted, the woman shrugged.
"I think we both know that's not true Miss Swan, so please don't embarrass yourself" she said coldly, she was right. Emma knew it deep down, who would come looking for her? The woman nodded at Emma's silence.
"I'll give you some time to think it over, but either way you'll obey my rules" the woman said disappearing from the room her heel clacking down the corridor, leaving Emma to her own sadness.