A/N: This chapter is in Emma's P.O.V. you can see what has happened to her. She is telling this as it happened yet at the same time she's telling it as if it had already occurred. BTW it's almost winter.

Chapter 30 Again

I hate not being able to move, and that's exactly how I felt when he tied my arms and legs to the bed posts. I begged and pleaded so, but nothing worked. I was stuck, stuck there with no one else to blame thinking, 'If only I had never talked to him all those years ago.'

"Jordan don't." I whispered as he tied a cord around my left arm.

"I can't have you escaping that would ruin my plan. And I spent years planning. Years, I spent years for you." He said in a whiney voice.

"This is wrong Jordan, wrong," I shot at him as my right leg was being tied.

"Don't tell me what's wrong, you were supposed to let me have you that night in the hotel… remember?" this time when he spoke his voice was not whiney but crazy.

There is such a thing as a crazy voice. I would know. Most would define it as whiney but that's not it.

Crazy is more… how shall I word it, more pleading, demanding, the person wants something and won't stop until they get it.

Whiny is demanding, but in a lighter sense. You want something and try to get it but if you don't succeeded then you move on, end of story, done, finished.

Think about it.

I shock my head. "No I don't remember that, I remember you saying you were someone else, I remember you making me stay there with you, but no I do not remember me saying I was going to give myself to you."

"Oh, but you implied it… and that's what counts," he moved to my right leg, my right arm still free. When he got to it I kicked him in the face. He grimaced but continued tying it.

Then he went and got up to the window sill, which unfortunately was on the right side of the bed. There was a hook of some sort hanging right next to it. It looked incredibly sturdy. He tied one end of a long cord to it and went to my hand.

When he was done he got up and walked to the foot of the bed. He looked up my nightgown at the thong on my body and smiled. Boy oh boy do I hate that smile.

I couldn't resist him, he was to strong. I remember the experience as I write this and think to myself; 'What would have happened if I had resisted him?' 'Would it have made a difference?' 'Would I even be alive if I had?" I guess I will never know and I really don't want to find out.

Soon he left to get my breakfast, which he set aside when I tried to escape. He came back with hot chocolate and buttered toast. He came over to me. I pursed my lips so the food wouldn't enter my mouth.

He had tried to give me food, but I refused it. I was hungry, but I was more frightened that the food was poisoned. You can live with out food for a few days and I'm confident in Jay. I know he'll find me.

"Eat the food, I'm leaving the house for awhile, if you are gone I will track you down and kill you, you understand?" I nodded, but I didn't plan on following any of his directions. Why would you if he was out of the house?

Ten minuets later I was still sitting on the bed. I wanted to make sure he was gone. I hadn't heard movements in the past five minuets but I had to be sure.

I had a ton of thoughts running through my mind. Most of which were encouraging –I need to do this for Jay, he needs to know I love him enough to fight for us. -but some were the exact opposite; what if Jordan came back early? What would he do? I ignored the negative side and tried to think of a plan.

I then realized the mug of hot chocolate was a glass mug. He had made a mistake. I took the mug and slammed it against the bottom of the bed. It shattered and liquid spilled everywhere. I took the glass and cut through the cords. (A/N: I know cords would rip easily but the more she pulled the tighter it became on her hands and feet)

After that I worked on the door, it was jammed. I pushed really hard and heard something fall from the other side. I opened the door without a problem after that. Noticing the bar stool that was lying on the floor.

Next I tried to find the door, when I did, I noticed Jordan coming up the walkway…

A/N: How was it? Will Jay ever get to Emma? If he does, will she be alive?