This chapter doesn't have as much abuse as the other chapters but there is still some non-con just not as much.

Chapter 7:

Emma sat in silence, looking out the window at the city night lights. Four hours had passed and there was no sign of Killian coming up to deal with her. Tears fell down her face as she thought about how she went from one hell to another hell, the only difference was that this hell was fancier. She heard the bedroom door's lock click open but she made no effort to move.

"Mrs. Jones." Emma's head whipped around at the sound of a women and someone saying Ms. Jones. A beautiful red head stood in the doorway, looking at her.

"It's Swan. Emma Swan." She said, unsure if this one of the hookers that Killian had mentioned.

"Sorry, miss. Mr. Jones said that you should get used to getting called that. Anyway, he has asked for your presence at dinner." Emma huffed and looked back out the window.

"Well you can tell Mr. Jones that I am not hungry." Emma watched the lady stiffen with fear at the idea of telling Killian that.

"Please come downstairs, Mr. Jones will not be happy if you disobey him."

"Well it's about time that Mr. Jones learns that people can refuse him." Emma shot back at the lady, getting annoyed that she was still here. She listened to her sigh and leave the room, leaving the door open. Emma sighed and continued to look out the window.

"When I tell you to come, you come!" Emma jumped at Killian shouting at her, he stomped into the room and before Emma could stop him, he tossed her over his shoulder and headed downstairs to the dining hall. When they reached the dining room, Killian sat in the chair at the head of the table while he held Emma in his lap.

"I'm pretty sure I deserve a seat of my own." Emma hissed, trying to break free.

"You lost option when you told Ariel that you weren't going to have dinner with your husband." He growled back at her, taking a sip of beer while they waited for the food.

"You aren't my husband. I am not Mrs. Jones." Emma growled right back at him, taking a sip of the wine that had been set out for her.

"You are going to be my wife. No matter of fighting will change that." Ariel came in with the food before Emma could respond. They both nodded their thanks and Killian began eating, Emma refused to eat.

"Eat." He demanded, getting more annoyed by the second.

"No. I am not hungry." He growled at picked up her fork, stabbing a piece of steak with it and held it up to her mouth but Emma just shook her head, keeping her mouth shut tight. Suddenly Killian's hand reached down and cupped her sex, making her gasp and he shoved the food in her mouth.

"You bastard!" She shouted, just making Killian laugh at her.

"Ladies shouldn't talk with their mouths full. Now keep eating or I will find other ways to make you eat." He said darkly, Emma shivered with fear and began eating. They ate in silence, Emma kept her eyes down while Killian stared at her with lust and darkness.

"Twenty questions time." He announced, breaking the silence. Emma sighed and placed her fork down, looking at him.

"I thought we only played before bedtime." Killian chuckled and tightened his arms around her.

"You will be sleeping with Graham tonight. I have some unfinished business to do but I will be thinking about you the whole." He whispered, kissing her neck. Emma sighed and turned her body around a little so she could see him better.

"Fine. I will go first, why can't I sleep alone?" Killian sighed and traced patterns on her thigh while his eyes filled with annoyance.

"The point of the game is to find out more about each other."

"That's what I am doing. I am trying to figure out why you are such a controlling ass." Emma hissed at him, but when she saw the darkness in his eyes, she wished she could take back her response. Killian tightened his grip on Emma's thigh, tight enough that Emma gasped and felt bruises form.

"You haven't earned my trust yet. The last time I left you alone, you hid under the sink for two hours. Now my turn, how long were you dating Walsh?" Emma stiffened and turned back around so that her back was to Killian. He kissed her should blade, sucking a little so that there was a light bruise.

"I am going to bed." Emma tried to stand up but Killian held onto her, growling with annoyance.

"The game isn't over. Answer the question then you can go."

"Fine. Three years. Goodnight." Emma stood up, angry, but Killian quickly stood up as well wrapping his arms around her.

"Goodnight, my Swan." He whispered, placing a light kiss on her lips before releasing her. Emma stomped her foot and left the dining room, ignoring Killian's dark chuckle. Graham sat in the living room, reading a newspaper.

"Graham. I am ready to go to bed." Emma announced heading upstairs not waiting for his answer.

"Alright, darling." He followed her upstairs, looking down at Killian who gave him a nod.

"This is my room." He pointed to the door diagonal from Killian's. Emma threw open the door and stood in shock.

"Where is my bed?" She demanded, turning to Graham who looked a little confused.

"Didn't Killian tell you? You will sharing my bed, I promise I won't touch you." Emma huffed and turned back to the bed, crawling on the side by the wall so there was a ton of space in between them. Graham got ready for bed and crawled in next to her, keeping his distance.

Emma woke up suddenly to what sounded like the crack of a whip. She looked over at Graham's side and saw he was still fast asleep. She crawled out of the bed, carefully so not to wake him up, and headed downstairs. The apartment was quiet only a light was on above the red door. Emma went to the kitchen and pulled down a glass for water, just as she turned off the water the red door opened.

"Jefferson, bring the sound recording out here. I want to have it translated before morning." Killian came out, rubbing his hands on a towel. Emma stood still, knowing he would probably be pissed that she was out of bed.

"Emma!? What the bloody hell are you doing down here?" Killian demanded when he saw her standing by the sink. He lunged forward and grabbed her arm. "What did I tell you about walking around by yourself?" He demanded again, leaning closer. Emma felt something on her arm where he was holding, when she looked down she screamed.

"Is that blood?!" She screamed, making Killian jump. He released her and quickly went over to the sink and began washing for his hands. When he turned around, Emma was still staring at her arm which had a bloody hand print on it.

"Love?" Killian whispered as he moved closer, getting nervous at how pale she was turning. She looked up at him, unsure what to say. Just as Killian got close enough to touch her, Emma's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she fell into Killian's outstretched arms.