What time is it? Emma wonders. Is it still dark out? Why do my wrists hurt?
Her head is throbbing, still recovering from the alcohol she had the night before. Her ears are ringing and she was stiff all over.
Where is everyone? Did Elsa get me home? Why did I drink so much? If I'm bad, imagine Ruby. Why do my wrists hurt? Please don't tell me I got arrested?!
She opens her eyes and she sees blackness. Nothing but blackness. She is lying on something soft, most likely a bed and the bed frame is squeaking when she moves.
It must be still dark out… Maybe Elsa let me crash at her place.
There are very faint footsteps above her. They are deep and muffled against the ceiling.
Am I in a basement?
A cold chill that radiates around her, cooling her sweating forehead confirms this theory. Emma's joints are sore and she wants to stretch them, but as soon as she tries, she's stopped by something and there is a distinct *clink*.
"What the hell?" Emma says to herself.
She tries to pull her arms apart and again there's a *clink* and her wrists hurt from the strain. She uses her hands to feels the material restraining.
Metal?! These are handcuffs!
She moves her hands again and there is the clinking of the metal chain between the two cuffs. Emma's mind begins to race and her heart rate increases rapidly.
Am I at Killian's? Did we do something kinky? Is he into this type of stuff? Should we really be…?
What causes her to reject this theory is that she still has her dress on from the night before and there's no sign of Killian laying beside her. There's the sound of a door opening and a light comes down what Emma can confirm are definitely stairs. The shadow cast at the top of the stairs is male, big and almost burly. The shadow pauses for a moment, takes in a deep breath before coming down the stairs very slowly.
Each step is agonizing to Emma as if it is building the suspense of who is in the shadows. She wants to call out to this figure, but her voice is caught in her throat. She wants to believe that it is Killian, but the sounds of this man's breathing is too deep and laboured as if he had just run a marathon and his footsteps are much heavier than her boyfriend's. Killian also lives in an apartment, there is no basement!
The man gets to the bottom of the stairs and stands to face Emma. His entire body is a clear sign that he is definitely not Killian, but Emma cannot see his face as the light from above, silhouettes his face.
"W-Where am I?" Emma manages to croak.
"I'm glad you're awake," the voice says. It's much deeper and is an American voice. It's quite a rough voice like the guy smokes a pack of cigarettes a day and from this, he has trouble breathing and talking.
Not Killian! Definitely not Killian Emma begins to panic in her head. Did I hook up with some random guy? Emma tries to wrack her brain to match any faces she might've met at the bars last night. Her memories are still very blurry. The last thing I remember was being behind the bar. What did I drink last night? I for sure didn't do any drugs.
"Who are you?" Emma asks, trying to remain brave, but she's becoming more and more scared with each passing second she's in this man's presence.
The man doesn't answer but he takes a step closer to her. Emma's stomach turns and she shifts uncomfortably, causing the bed to squeak.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" Emma says more forcefully. "Why am I here?"
Again, the man doesn't answer, he gets a little bit closer to the point he's nearly on the bed. Emma's heart is in her throat as she hears a zipper and a belt buckle being loosened.
Emma immediately tries to struggle as adrenaline begins coursing through her veins. Her survival instincts are kicking in; by the way, she's positioned on the bed, doesn't give her battle with her arms, but she can use her legs. She pushes them towards the man, hoping to stab him with her heels if she has to. He should know that she will fight with every last fiber in her body to protect herself and the police training she's had will also come into play. She was going to protect herself in every way possible… she would NOT be taken advantage of by a total stranger.
The man stops as he sees how Emma is positioned. It's as if he's observing her, memorizing her pose.
"Don't come any closer you bastard!" Emma shrieks. She raises her voice as loud as she can, hoping that someone from upstairs might hear her.
The man takes another step closer and Emma aims for his most vulnerable spot with her feet. She swings, but the man simply steps aside, causing her to miss. She tries again, a lot harder this time and the man moves, not allowing her to hit her target.
He is obviously much agiler than she anticipated. Obviously, from the shape of his body, he is well-built, much stronger than Emma is, but strong did not always mean fast in Emma's experience. This man is well prepared.
"I like the feisty ones," he says in a heavy voice. His voice is now very heavy like he's turned on, by Emma's attempts to fight.
His entire sentence sends chills up Emma's spine and makes her skin crawl. She moves away from the shadow and towards the end of the bed, her legs ready to kick, as far as the handcuffs will let her go. She's now sweating hard and panting, scared, but trying to remain brave. She begins screaming loudly for help.
The man is completely calm through all of this. He finds her squirming very appealing.
"You can shout all you want, no one can hear you..."
Another step, another swing at him. This time Emma hits him square in the stomach.
The man keels over, gasping in pain from the sudden blow and Emma feels some satisfaction as if she's had a small victory against him. He would have his way with her, but not if she had anything to say about it.
The man remains keeled over for a few moments, breathing heavily again, trying to keep himself calm. He slowly stands up and eyes his prisoner harshly. He suddenly moves away from Emma into the darkness.
Emma wants to feel relieved but her body and mind tell her to stay on guard.
She hears the sound of glass and what sounds like metal on plastic. She has no idea what he might be trying to do. Maybe he had a gun or some type of weapon, something to use against her, but she'd faced almost every type of deterrent before, she would not be afraid. Her heart hit overdrive as she positions herself in the direction of where the man disappeared. She's sweating and very close to crying. The cold of the basement does little to help her body. She was going to fight to the death if she had too.
There is suddenly a long silence. It's as if the man has stopped breathing completely. Emma tries to use the light provided by the door leading out of this prison to find the man, but it's very dim and only concentrated on the back area.
Emma can only hear her own heartbeat, but she's ready for a sneak attack.
Suddenly, the man comes out from the darkness, from the opposite side of the bed, where Emma is most vulnerable. The man lands on her legs in such a way that she can't move. She lets out a scream of pain. He puts all his weight on her body, to keep her from struggling or hurting him. Emma tries using her head and body to throw the man off her, but suddenly his sweaty and thick hands push her head to the side, exposing her neck and trying to hold her head still. She can feel the man's hot breath against it. She breaks out in goosebumps and the tears have now broken the surface of her eyes. She was panting and now trying to scream. She let out a few strangled cries.
Something sharp was inserted into the main vein of her neck. She feels the pressure and knows that it is a needle. She's trying so desperately to fight, but the man keeps her head in place until whatever it was he was injecting her with is finished.
The man then releases her head.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" Emma screamed at the top of her lungs. She fights the handcuffs to the point that her wrists might start bleeding. She tries to throw the man off of her, but he keeps her pinned to the bed. She'd fought people who were much bigger than her, but she could feel her body's strength going. She can feel the drugs entering her system. She's resisting any way she can, her memories of training struggling to come to the surface, to fight the substance in her body. Her muscles began to ache and her head was starting to spin. She had to keep fighting. She had to!
In her struggle, she can feel the man undoing her dress and exposing her body to the linen of the bed. She can feel his hairy arms around her, skin on skin contact. His skin was iron hot and causing her body to shiver and spasm, but it could be the drugs. She tries to scream, but her voice is cracking. Her head is now throbbing. These fast-acting drugs were meant to stop her struggles. Emma is sobbing and screaming as the man begins to caress her bare back and kiss her neck. She was losing control of her body and she was at his mercy.
She is fighting unconsciousness now, trying to keep herself awake, trying to fight for the sake of all that was good to her.
The man has now kissed all the way up her neck, next to her ear. He puts her matted blonde hair behind it. He then whispers in her ear.
"My name is Arthur and you are now mine."