Zelena's dungeon- part 2

FullTimeOncer asked for a oneshot of a sequel to Ch2842 "Zelena's dungeon" where we see Emma's POV of what Zelena is doing to her and where Henry is being kept. Also for the guest who asked for a sequel to this involving one party breaking free and saving the other, and A who asked for an escaped Snowing finding a beaten Emma. Thank you for including the chapter name and number!

Phoebes: Sorry, but I don't write any Emma ships now, it just saves me getting grief. Also, I really need the chapter name and number, as I've stated before. This isn't just me being a bitch, it's because, again, I get asked for them by other readers so they can find the original oneshot.

JRocks: I'm not sure how that would work seeing as we know Henry was raised by Regina?

I know I have other requests (and please keep them coming!) but as I said, things will be slower from now on.

It's quite the adjustment to make. One minute you're loving life in your apartment in Manhattan, the next, you're lying in a dingy dungeon with a fat lip and, I'm pretty sure, a kneecap out the socket. I didn't even know what Zelena had done to Henry, but if she or any of her goons had laid so much as a finger on my son they would live to regret it. Zelena would periodically use me to wind up my parents. She would bring me to their dungeon to show them I was still there, and that my conditions weren't exactly great. I was never allowed to talk to them, they were never allowed to touch me. Zelena was trying to pressure them into agreeing to give up my little sibling, which I knew they would never do. It was still hard to take in that they were having another baby, but I could deal with that when Zelena wasn't able to lord it over any of us.

I was beginning to give up any hope that any of us would make it out of Zelena's dungeons, that I'd ever see my son again. Every day, Zelena or her goons would come in and try to force me into using my magic. When I refused, I got some form of beating. But I was no dog, I would not do tricks for her amusement. No matter how hard she tried to break me. So when the door to my cell burst open that day, I didn't give any reaction. I was expecting them to come at some point. I didn't even look in their direction, they would hurt me either way.

"Oh Emma, what have they done to you?" I scrunched my eyes tight shut. No, this was a cruel trick.

"Stop it, Zelena." I snarled. "You are not my mother."

"Emma, it is us." I heard someone that sounded like my father say. "We need to go, quickly. Do you know where Henry is?"

"You know I don't, Zelena." I snapped. "Quit with the games, it's not going to work. I know you're not them." There was a pause for a moment. I wondered if she'd given up and changed back into her true form.

"Your name is Emma Swan." I heard my mother's voice say softly. "Your middle name would have been Ruth if we got to raise you. You came to my apartment when I was Mary Margaret with just one box. That one box held all the belongings you owned inside it." I began to dare to hope again. Only my real mother could know that. Slowly, I turned my head and looked at them.

"It's really you." I breathed. "How?"

"That doesn't matter right now." My dad answered me. "Can you walk?" I used the hooks used for chains on the door to hobble to my feet. My weight heavily on my good leg. I grunted as I nodded. Like heck was I slowing them down. I saw my parents exchange a glance before my dad came forward and scooped me up before I could say anything.

"We know where Henry is." My dad told me before I could complain about being carried whilst mom was heavily pregnant. I froze.

"We've not seen him yet." Mom answered my unspoken question. "He's our next stop. We don't think even Zelena would hurt a child."

"She'd better not have." I growled as we left my cell and my parents ran down a corridor, following the rest of the dungeon until we stopped outside one plunged into complete darkness. Dad put me down on the ground.

"Henry!" I cried out. "Henry, are you there?"

"Mom?" He called back. I heard footsteps shuffling forward until Henry was right by the bars of his cell. Even then, I could hardly see him. I placed my hand on his cheek. He was ok.

As quickly as possible, my mom picked the lock of his cell. I had Henry out in seconds, holding him in my arms.

"I'm so glad you're ok." I whispered, relieved. I knew time was of the essence, so I let Henry go and (reluctantly) let my dad pick me back up.

"Let's get out of here." My mom said. I wasn't going to argue with that. Together, we fled towards the nearest exit. We would worry about our next move when we were safe.