Emily felt herself wince when the older man grasped her hand just a little too hard as he led her across the upstairs den and to another door. She watched as he took a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, before quickly pulling her inside.

Her eyes immediately widened as his hand left hers, and her heart began to pound in her head.

At least fifteen framed photos of her and the children were hanging above the headboard of the large four poster bed. There was a drawing of what was obviously her cleavage over by the window that faced the lake, and seventeen other drawings of her children hanging against the bedroom door and around the television set. "Johnny…"

"Yes my love?"

The brunette shook her head before turning the balding man. "How long have you…have you w-wanted me?"

Johnny's eyes immediately brightened. "Oh, for forever my dear. I first saw you on the news, and telling a story about how your team of FBI agents had saved a small baby from a fire." He grinned, his fingers tracing over the younger woman's cheek. "I saw the video of you carrying him out of the house, and you were just so beautiful. So brave and courageous, and I knew I had to have you."

Emily gave a small nod of the head, her eyes filling with tears as she gestured around the room. "There are pictures from years ago, Johnny."

"Of course! I needed to keep tabs, Emily."

"…Tabs?"

The older man gave a laugh. "I have never trusted that husband of yours. I've seen the way he's treated you! He despises you, Emily. You must know that!"

Emily closed her eyes as her captor took a hold of her shoulders. "What makes you think that, Johnny?"

"It's obvious!"

The brunette shook her head before looking up to the older man, a forced smile plastered to her face. "Please lower your voice, ok?"

Johnny quickly smiled. "Anything for you, love."

Emily shivered beneath the man's touch. "Just explain to me, please?"

Johnny gave a sigh before sitting the younger woman on their edge of their bed, their knees touching as he sat right beside her. "He doesn't enforce any rules on you or the children, Emily. Not good ones anyway! And when those other men, and even woman look at you, he says NOTHING!"

The younger woman flinched at the man's tone. "Johnny, that doesn't mean tha-"

"YES IT DOES! IT MEANS EVERYTHING, EMILY!"

Emily hardened her stinging eyes on the man next to her. "I asked you to please keep your voice down, Johnny. It shouldn't be that hard of a task to handle."

Johnny looked to the younger woman, a smile gracing his face before he slid his hand up the brunette's thigh. "I knew you'd be a feisty one."

Emily quickly covered Johnny's hand with her own, her head shaking before she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. "Johnny, I need to ask you something."

"Yes Em?"

"How exactly do you think we're going to live? Out here with no one around and my husband back home wondering where we are?"

Johnny immediately took his free hand and used it to slap the brunette's cheek. Hard. "I am your husband! I am your life now, Emily!"

Emily let a tear trail down her reddening cheek before her eyes made their way back up to her captor, her jaw muscles tensing. "I know that, Johnny. It was just a question."

"A question in which you had no right to ask."

The brunette slowly nodded her head, feeling the older man's hand squeeze her thigh. "I'm sorry, Johnny."

Johnny's smile was immediately put back onto his face, his lips pressing against the crying woman's lips. "It wont take that long to learn, Em. I'll try and make it super easy for you and the kids, alright?"

Emily bit her lip before looking into the man's crazy eyes, feeling his gaze move from her face down to her chest. "Ok."

The older man smiled even wider than she thought he could, and he quickly put his hands on either side of her face. His lips slowly grazed hers, his fingers skimming along the soft and reddening skin of her cheek. "I love you, Emily."

Emily felt another tear escape from the boundary of her eye as she nodded her head, letting the balding man kiss his way down her neck.