Emmas POV

My cheek reddened where the man before me had slapped me. I just stared at him as my anger starts to rise.

You have got to be kidding me! That MOTHERFUCKER slapped me! Is he crazy. Before i could process what my body was doing i punched him. He looked as surprised as i did before his eyes started to darken. They looked like the ocean during a storm.

The guy that had been holding me just dropped me and I fell to the ground like a sack of water. OUCH! I definitely broke something with the last crash landing. I let out a painful whine before I could catch myself. My right side hurt so bad and it was hard to breath through the pain.

Cold blue eyes were watching me from above. Calculating. Thinking. I raised my head to look around and found Mr. Gold in the chair with his head hanging low. I saw blood drip from his mouth and saw wounds all over his body.

Swallowing down the bile that started rise, holding back was not an option. So to top it all off I threw up...right on to Mr. Motherfuckers shoes. FML! This is turning out to be one of the worst days of my life.

But I couldn't stop till my stomach hand nothing more to offer. By then the blue eyed man had taken a few steps back and was wearing a look of disgust on his face. After emptying my whole stomach, somebody thought it was a great idea to pick me up. Before i could struggle i was placed in the chair that once held Mr. Gold. They started tying me up and pointed the light into my face.

I coughed and tried to focus on the people before me. Where was Mr. Gold? Oh...OH! There he is...please don't be dead. Please don't be dead! There he was laying on the floor unmoving. My eyes flickered to blue eyed motherfucker. That was now his new name for now. I watched him trade off his shows to one of the other men. I had to smile a little despite the situation.

"Think we are very funny now, lass?", he asked. I watched as he came closer and I could get a good look at his hand. Or should I say Hook? He leaned down to look me in the eyes. I followed him with my eyes, trying not to show any fear of this man.

I will not answer anything he asks of me. If I am lucky he will let me go because I am useless anyway or...or he kills me. Frees me of the hell I believe I am living in.

"Not gonna answer me, Love? Is this how we going to play it now?", he said grinning and walking out of my sight behind me.

My breathing accelerated out of fear. With him behind me I could not see what he was going to do to me.

I felt a warm breath beside my ear whispering: "Do you see those tools over there? I will use them on you like i did on him over there ", he nodded to Mr. Gold's body laying on the floor. My eyes flickered to the tools on a small cart beside me. Most of them looked harmless and others...OH NO! He was going to torture me. Holy crap! This is not good. Not good at all.
I felt something cold gliding over my throat. I held my breath waiting. The metal pierced my skin on my shoulder and he started to slid it through the skin over my collarbone. I screamed in terror. This Motherfucker was really going to kill me. Tears sprang to my eyes. "STOP! PLEASE STOP!", I screamed. Heavy breaths left me and i tried to escape the metal object scraping my skin open.

He pulled the object, with a chuckle, from my body. I lifted my head and saw no one around. I was left alone with this...with this bastard. "My men are waiting for me outside. Some do not want to see what I will do to you", he answered my unasked question.

Swallowing down my tears, I replied: "What do you want from me?", my voice croaked.

I waited for a reply and watched the shadows playing beside me. Trying to make out his next move.

"What did the crocodile want you to do? Was he planning to send you to kill me? Because that was a lost cause from the start!", he asked from behind me.

My shoulders were so stiff from fear of him trying to do something to me.

Take deep breaths. If the adrenaline would not have been running through my veins, I would have already had a panic attack of epic proportions.

"I only know Mr. Gold from the Bistro, nothing more", I whispered. I could feel blood being pushed through the wound he had made. It was burning like fire. A hook wrapped around my throat and pulled my head back into a very uncomfortable position. I looked up and saw him watching me.

He pressed down and my airflow was cut. My eyes grew wide and I tried to struggle against him.

"Let's do this again, shall we? What were your plans with Gold!", he asked. My eyes teared up and i started coughing trying to get enough air into my lungs.

After a few more seconds that felt like minutes he lifted the hook. Tears were streaming down my face. I swallowed and coughed my heart out.

"Answer me! Now!", he ordered.

Trying to breath I stuttered: "I don't know what your talking about, I have nothing to do with that cold hearted b-bastard. The only thing I know is that he would rather see someone die than give them a job!"

Taking another stuttering breath I found mister motherfucker standing before me staring me down. His eyes flickered to Gold lying on the floor back to me. That was the first time he really looked at me. He came closer and took a few strands of my hair into his hand. I have been washing my hair in a stream down the road. It never really helped and was probably so dirty you could not see the real blond of my hair.

He stared down at my ripped and dirty clothing. He took a deep breath and wiggled his nose in disgust. Tears began to well up in my eyes again. This is almost worse than him hurting me. He is piecing together that I'm just a homeless person…

"Your a bum?", he asked quietly.

I didn't look at him as I nodded. The tears now started rolling over my face again.

I was waiting for him to decide what to do.

"Where are your things?", he asked me. I started shaking as I realized what he could take away from me. My last hope.

"N-No.", was my answer. It was weak but at least I tried. Taking my chin in his hand he turned my face upwards towards him. Making me look at his face.

"Where is your hideout?!", he demanded. I shook my head from side to side. Staying as strong as I could.

"MEN, Search for our little misses hideout!", he barked. I watched as the men came storming in and started searching the place. I turned my face down looking hopelessly at the floor.

After a few minutes one shouted: "OVER, HERE CAPTAIN", echoed off the wall. My heart started to speed up and my hands began to sweat. "N-n-n-o p-please don't!", I pleaded.

The motherfucker turned around and headed to the voice of his men. Waiting for someone to come back I tried to squeeze my hands under the ropes that tied me. Sobs started to wrack my body while I pulled on my wrists. Blood started to ooze out from my ministrations but I couldn't give up.

I was so concentrated with squeezing my wrists out of the ropes, I didn't see him stand in front of me.

"Stop!", I heard him say but I was already in a frenzy.

My breathing got out of control. I was left gasping and my head kept going from side to side.

He kept saying something but I was so far gone in my panic. He held my head in place and was holding up something in front of my eyes. NO! HE FOUND IT! My pendant was hanging down from his fingers. The only item I had from my birth parents. My pained scream echoed of the walls. "CALM DOWN ", he shouted over my screams. My body shook with sobs.

It couldn't get worse. That was impossible. I couldn't breath. I was completely wrecked that they found my most important possession. I started seeing black spots in my vision. I was shaking badly now and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

Before I could utter one more word my body gave out and the world turned dark.

Finally peaceful darkness.