Authors note - I am sorry that this is so late : college and all. Reviews would be appreciated.
Emma was no longer cold, and that was something that frightened her, and caused her to shiver from head to toe in her delirium. It frightened her more than failing her first French exam. More than the man, who leered and jeered at her half naked body, and more than the worst day of her life. Was today the wort day of her life? He had left her half-clothed on the tattered green couch, that looked as if someone should have tossed it out, long, long ago. The walls were faded, and blue - a great contrast to the yellow prison she had been in for the last few days. They hurt her eyes. Her head ached as well, and she was vaguely aware that her arms could move without the restraint of the thick rope she had become accustomed to. What was wrong with her? She could hear him walking towards her from the stairwell, thump, thump, thump, but she didn't know what to do, and she didn't think she had the strength to fight him off anymore, so she just closed her eyes, and waited. Maybe he'll just leave me alone.
He could feel the smile that graced his lips, what a strange feeling to feel again he thought. As if to prove the odd shape of his pale and pealing lips were of this reality, his hand wandered to his lips, and cheeks, and he found his lips tingling where his hand had gently rested, his face felt warm. Oh, what a feeling it was to be in control again. He'd use that little bitch, Emma, to send a message to Mr. Amaro, and those pesky little detectives. Yes, they'd leave them alone, if they knew what was good for them.
Wringing his hand together, he allows himself a moment, and only a moment of delirious happiness. He was definitely one who knew that things never stayed how they should. His life had fallen apart, was falling apart before he started looking for someone to share in his life, and love him. He was hoping that the beautiful blonde, and the lovely brunette, were the ones. He had never felt like this, about anyone before, and it frightened him slightly, but he'd think about what he could do to them, do for them, especially if they decided he was just another John onlooker drunken bastard, and it made him smile.
"Amanda, can you move?" Olivia whispers, when the muffled footsteps there captor have faded away. Her wrists ache, and she was scared for Emma, and Amanda, as well as herself, but she would not give into that fear quite yet - she was strong, and she knew she needed to be strong for the two people depending on her. Olivia heard a thump, and looked over to see Amanda, on her knees. "I think I can move, but the question here" Amanda says with an exasperated sigh, "is if I can move without waking the household." With a dark chuckle, she pushes herself up, with her bound hands to a standing position, and meets Olivia halfway across the room. Sliding down beside her, her shirt catches on a lose nail, and tears as she pulls away toppling forward and half landing in Olivia's lap.
"Geez Amanda, I missed you too" Olivia jokes, her voice is sad, but Amanda can hear the amusement, even if it is ever so slight. "I am so sorry." Olivia can see the redness of the detectives cheeks, and decides to act like nothing happened. They both knew, a little amusement in this situation was alright, but neither felt like pressing the situation. They were tired. Helping Amanda out of the compromising situation with a smile, the two detectives sat back for a moment, and pondered there fate. "Liv" Amanda finds herself saying with a jump. Something above them slammed, with a harsh loud noise, and who knows what that was. Olivia didn't care to know. "How deep d'ya think we're in?"
"Honestly Amanda, I don't know. The best we can do is try to reason with him again, maybe talk him into a plea deal" she pauses to look at the person sitting beside her "we should probably prepare for the worst, and hope something happens otherwise. You saw the photos, and so did I." Amanda closes her eyes for a moment, and ponders Olivia's thoughts. "Yeah, that's what I thought." She sighs, and for a moment everything is quiet. "Wait a minute" Amanda almost falls on her face as she turns to her right, and looks towards the wall where her shirt had caught, "think that could help us?"
The innocent nail, that had caught Amanda's shirt, and part of her back, was gleaming in the light with the dried blood shining like a beacon of Georgia hope. "I definitely think that would help" Olivia says with a smile. "Just work it into the middle of the ropes, and it should do the trick. Or we can hope so."