Happy Monday everyone! I've been looking forward to this chapter since it's told from Emily's point-of-view, and it was fun to write. It's different from the other chapters because how we know Emily from the show is this always in control woman, and here she has been stripped of all her power, and is in a very different state of mind. So brace yourselves.

Disclaimer: I do not own Revenge, nor do I profit from this story. This is merely a figment of my imagination! Also, all mistakes are mine.

Emily's POV:

I have no clue how long I've been here. Well, I have an estimate, because of my angel's birthday. She's six, so I think I've been here around seven years. I haven't seen her since her birthday, and that brings out the old me every time Dwayne comes in here. He tells me we've been bad, so we can't see each other.

Lately, though, he's been acting on edge. If I caught what the guard said, my light escaped, and they haven't found her, which I have mixed feelings over. I'm happy that Dwayne, and the rest that say are his family, can't hurt her, sad that I probably won't see her again, and worried over who will try to help her; there are too many people who like to hurt and use children, and I don't want her to be in that situation. Yes, motherhood made me soft, but when you hold something that you made and depends on you, you can't stay cold for long. She looks mostly like me, but she has some qualities like her dad.

My word, her dad must hate me. As pathetic as it sounds, I like to think that he looked for me, hoping that I would apologize and we could live happily ever after in some foreign city, but he will never find me; these guys are good at covering their tracks; look at my father. I was so close to exonerating him, and then they got me. I was stupid; I had run to the beach and started crying. Then Dwayne came to me and drugged me. I hadn't realized that I had been pregnant, and as soon I was brought to the first location, they would beat me, trying to get me to be submissive. I almost escaped a few times, but they always caught me, and punished me.

I think Arrayah may have saved my life when the test came back positive; they all backed off a little, and made me think it wasn't the same group. They were still cruel, sadistic parasites, but they allowed me to be with Arrayah when she was delivered, and to stay in the house and not the moldy basement. I nearly escaped again, she had been in my arms, but they caught up with me quickly. Dwayne was the most outraged of the group, thinking I was stealing his baby to run off with some other man, even though my real love was dead. I got triple the beatings from everyone, water boarded twice, took Arrayah away for a month, but I took everything that they did to me, thinking I would be with Arrayah after the punishment was over. I thought that would be the longest time I would be without my blond little angel, but no.

As she got older, and didn't need me as much, they used her as a reward for me. Arrayah doesn't deserve it; she's only six, I think. I had tried to keep the time, and I did pretty well until they started taking Arrayah away and keeping me locked down here. I am shaken from my thoughts when the door is banged opened.

"Arrayah is dead. I hope you're happy" Dwayne informs me, sadness dripping from his voice. I don't bother to wait for him to leave for me to lose it. I allow the grief to overtake me, and don't notice if I'm being loud, which is not allowed; I don't care if I'm punished till my last breath, at least I'll be able to see Arrayah again.

I weep for what feels like hours. God no, not my was too young, too pure to die. She didn't deserve it, and I will never have a chance to see her again. I am overtaken with sobs: my baby can't be dead. Before I realize it, I have fallen into a fitful sleep , hoping that this was all a sick nightmare, and when I wake up, I will be in bed with Nolan, and our sweet little angel is asleep in the next room.

I wake up, reaching my arm out for Arrayah and panic slightly when she isn't there. Everything comes back quickly. She is, oh God why, was my little ray of sunshine. She was my light, and now I don't have her. She has kept me fighting to live. Now that she's gone, I have nothing. Nolan's been dead for as long as Arrayah has been alive. Poor Nolan, he has nothing to do with it. He probably thought I just ran off, we had a stupid fight over some petty thing. I wish I would've apologized instead of running to the beach, where demonic Dwayne was waiting for me. It's all because I softened up; I let my emotions get the better of me. Why couldn't I have just ran us into the water and drowned? Why did they keep me alive for this long? Is the air getting harder to breathe, or…

A/N- Poor Ems. She's kinda turned into her mother a little, but I think we can sympathize with Emily. This will be a little cliffhanger for a few chapters, and did anyone catch a certain phrase? ;) I hope no one is mad at me over this, but if you keep reading it may get better.