Here is chapter 2, please review you guys are my inspiration. I don't own anything, enjoy.
Emma woke up the next morning. She stretched her arms out and rubbed her eyes. She quickly realized that this wasn't her bed but a brown coloured hammock and she wasn't in her room but a large tent. She gasped as she recalled last night's events. A man entered the tent, she recognized him as the man that she kicked the night before.
"Morning beautiful." He smirked. Emma quickly jumped out of the hammock and backed away from the tall man. "I don't bite." He winked. Emma backed away until she could feel the fabric of the tent wall. She looked around to try to find any way to protect herself. She grabbed a large glass bottle with the words firewiskey on the label and threw it at the man. He effortlessly avoided the flying object.
"I don't think I have properly introduced myself, the names Scabior." Emma tried to run to the tents exit but Scabior quickly clasped his large hands around Emma's small and fragile wrists. He pulled her close to his face and squeezed her wrists, Emma squealed.
He smirked and threw her onto an old chair and pulled out the same long stick as he did before. Suddenly Emma's wrists where covered in ropes that had appeared from nowhere and they tied themselves around the chairs arms.
"Now if you have calmed down enough I am going to tell you a few rules that you need to know. Rule number one, I am the boss you do as I say no questions asked. Rule number two, no leaving this tent unless you are told to do so. And rule number three," Scabior came only a few centimetres away from Emma's face. "Don't EVER try to run away again because if you do I WILL find you and you will be sorry. Understand?"
Emma could only emit a squeak, Scabior smiled and pulled away. "Good." Scabior released the ropes that where holding Emma in place. Emma rubbed them. She could see that there where already bruises appearing from the red marks that the ropes and his hands had caused.
Emma was too scared to look at the man that was on the other side of the tent, he terrified her.
Scabior was getting his coat and boots on he occasionally glanced at the quivering girl she interested him. He had never met anyone like her. After he had finished, he made his way over to the girl, she was shaking.
He bent down and saw that she was staring at her wrists. He took her chin and lifted it up so her eyes met his. She had bright blue eyes just like his own. He stared at her for at least a minute before he realized what he was doing. She trembled as Scabior placed both of his hands on the sides of her head and pulled her forward. She gasped at the sudden movement and closed her eyes, fearful of what was going to happen next. Scabior kissed her on the forehead before he got up and left the tent.
Emma opened her eyes and couldn't stop the tears that started to flood down her face. He terrified her and so did the other men. She was shaking so much, she couldn't even move.
After about an hour Emma finally calmed down and she started to search the tent. It was the biggest tent she had ever seen, there was an old and battered table with matching chairs, a brown coloured chest of drawers and a small wardrobe. She passed the hammock that she had slept in and approached a sectioned off bit of the tent. It was a toilet and she was thankful that there was one.
She was surprised at how clean the tent was compared to the man that lived in it. Emma placed her ear to the fabric of the tent. She listened to a few men laughing and talking a couple of meters away. She was still shaken by the man and she decided to sit down on the chair that she was tied to before.
She looked at her wrists and they had become swollen. She sighed as she recalled last night's events. "What was that stick that he was holding? How can it have produced ropes from nowhere? Who are these men? How am I going to get out of here?" tears started to gather in her eyes again.
It was getting dark know and a single candle was becoming her only source of light. She heard the faint sounds of laughter and talking from outside of the tent. Suddenly the tent entrance flew open and Scabior stepped inside.
"Come here beautiful." He smiled. Emma reluctantly got off the chair and slowly walked towards Scabior. Scabior took Emma's hand and pulled her out of the tent. She saw that there were five other tents circling a small campfire. She noticed that Scabior's tent was the largest maybe because he is the boss.
When they approached the fire she got strange looks of everyone. Scabior led Emma to an empty log where he sat down. Emma sat but made sure that she was as far away from Scabior as possible. She noticed that Scabior was passing plates of some sort of food around the men. He gave Emma a plate and she looked at it. It looked like a piece of chicken but she wasn't sure.
All of the men started to shovel the food into their mouths except Emma. "Come on eat up! You must be hungry." Scabior nudged Emma and she stared down at the plate. She was indeed hungry but she didn't want to eat thin thing that was on her plate.
She picked at it and ate a small section of it by the time everyone had finished. All of the men where talking but Emma wasn't listening she was to busy thinking about her mother and how she was alone and probably worried sick. Since her parents split up Emma had changed. She was always on time and organized but when her dad let things changed.
Emma's thoughts where interrupted when Scabior reached towards her and pulled her close to him by her waist. He lifted her up and placed her on his lap. All of the men sniggered and laughed, including Scabior.
Emma was petrified but she tried to hide this from her facial expressions, it didn't work. All of the men started to shout at her until Scabior said, "Now now be nice. As you can see she is a little scared at the moment." Scabior stroked her cheek, Emma jumped and shifted away.
"See, now come here love." Suddenly Scabior's lips came crashing down onto Emma's. Emma was in shock and she tried to pull away but Scabior's grip on her hair and waist where to strong. All of the men shouted and whistled but Emma was too shocked to notice.
She eventually pushed Scabior away resulting in her falling to the floor. Scabior stood up, a flash of rage raced across his eyes. And his angered features where highlighted in the glowo f the fire. All of the men surrounding them went quite.
Scabior pulled Emma off the ground by her collar, she squealed. "What did I say about not doing as I ask?" Emma was terrified. "No answer eh? Fine." Scabior slapped Emma across the face with such a force she fell to the floor.
Scabior was in complete rage. Emma lay on the floor shacking with tears leaking from her eyes. Scabior got Emma by the hood of her jacket and dragged her back into the tent. He kicked her in the ribs and a loud crack uttered from Emma's chest. Emma cried out in pain.
She stared into the ragging mans eyes. As quickly as it had come the rage in Scabior's eyes had left him. Scabior stepped back realizing what he had just done. Emma was shacking on the floor and quite quickly cried herself to sleep.
Scabior lifted Emma up and placed her in the hammock and left to join his gang outside like nothing had ever happened.
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