Emma:

Emma had to tear her eyes away from the door. There was nothing she could do until she handled the two of them. At least he was away from any form of danger. That's all she cared about. She couldn't imagine what Neal and Walsh would do to him.

"What do you want?" Emma said scrambling to her feet and around the opposite side of a table that sat in the center of the room. She had to put as much distance between them as possible. Which would prove to be difficult.

"It's time for that long heart to heart chat, I mentioned." Neal cross his arms in front of his chest. Watching Emma closely.

"What about?" Emma stood up straight backing herself against the wall farthest from the two of them.

"Magic Beans." Walsh said suddenly making her stop against the wall.

"What about them?" Emma clenched her hand into fists. She couldn't understand what they thought she might know about magic beans. She hadn't even seen one in years for that matter. In fact the last time was when Killian use one to open a portal to Neverland. And Neal knew that, didn't he. "What do you need with Magic Beans?" Neal and Walsh too a step forward, causing her to press herself against the wall. Neal and Walsh looked at each other then back again at Emma. "Well, you'll find out soon enough." With that said they lunged full force at her. Restraining her against the wall. Emma struggled to get free. She couldn't move. Walsh with one hand like a vice around her wrist, the other one reached up and took hold of her jaw, causing her to cry out. The pain was immense, it was as though he was breaking her jaw in half. She could help by shed tears from the pain. In a matter of seconds she went from being against the wall to being strapped to the table in the room. Emma struggled against the restrains again. Why would they think she would know where they were? What were they going to do to her? And Killian if she didn't give them the answers they wanted.

"I don't know anything honestly." Emma said calmly stated, trying her hardest to not show how scared she really was. She strained her head off the table to see what they were doing. Only to come face to face with both Walsh and Neal holding terrible objects in their hands.

"I am pretty sure you will find it somewhere in that pretty brain of yours. And if not I am sure we will be able to help you remember." Neal advanced to her right side holding what looked like a white hot branding iron with a pointed end.

"NEAL! PLEASE! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! DON'T DO THIS!" Emma screamed at the realization of what he was going to do. The realization sent panic into her chest.

"Oh, I very much doubt that. You are holding up a brave front, but eventually you will tell us." As he finished speaking, a pain unlike anything she had ever experienced took hold of her, it was immense, breath takingly horrible, she let out a blood curtailing scream as whatever it was made contact.

"KILLIAN! HELP!" Emma screamed in desperation. Her body instantly convulsing under the pain. "KILLIAN!" The object touched her again eliciting another scream for him. She needed him now more than ever.

"EMMA!" She could hear him above her screams for help. She could hear the panic and the anger that was in his voice. Emma's energy was being depleted as she laid there on the table. Everything was going into her screams and her writhing beneath the pain that encapsulated her. She could smell something that made her want to vomit. The smell of cotton and something else. She couldn't quiet put it together, until the awful realization hit her like ton of bricks. The last thing she saw in Neal's hands was a white hot branding iron. What she was smelling on top of the burn cotton was her flesh as it sizzled beneath the iron.

"STOP! PLEASE!" Emma begged for mercy. She couldn't handle any more. Neal lifted the iron off of Emma's searing and sizzling skin. "Where are the magic beans?" Walsh was in her face now, holding a knife to her cheek. "I-I-I don't k-k-know, honest. I-I-I know n-n-nothing…" Her voice cracking with pain. Walsh must have not liked that response because he then drove the knife into her left shoulder, yet again making Emma scream. Louder than before.

"I doubt that very much." His grip loosed on the knife only for her to feel a sharp pain of a blade delicately slicing across her arm. From just below the knife imbedded in her shoulder to her wrist. Tears streamed down her face.

"I-I-I-I…. don't… knnnnow… pleeease… sssstopppp." Her vision clouding as the pain was over taking her. She was fading fast. And they knew it, they knew that she wasn't going to last much longer. Even still they didn't seem to care at all.

"Tell, us now, and we'll stop." Neal was in her face only inches away. She could feel his hot breathe upon her face, waking her from her nearly unconscious state. "I... have… no… idea… where… they… are… please… you… have… to… believe… me..." Emma's couldn't focus on his face, she was starting to lose her vision again. She knew it was only a matter of time before she passed out.

"I really would like to believe you, but I am certain to know where they are. So until I get what I want I'm not going to stop." Immense pain hit her again, this time on her waist just above her right hip. The smell of sizzling flesh and cotton hit her nose suddenly, fulling her nostrils. Her screams echoed across the room before she slowly fell unconscious.

"EMMA!" Killian's voice rang in her ears. He was close, she could feel it. How could he be this close? Am I imagining things? A loud crash came from somewhere in the room. A sudden sound of glass shattering and a loud shriek through the sound of tinkling glass fell to the floor. Killian's voice hit her ears again this time she swears he was smiling.

"Well, Neal. Clearly you never learned a thing regarding knot tying. Regardless of how much time you spent in Neverland and with yours truly." There was something in his voice that made Emma smile before she heard a loud crack, slipping into unconsciousness.