Emma awakes, the drugs the man had injected her with finally wearing off enough to remain conscious for longer periods of time. Her hands are still handcuffed together along the bed post and her head lay on the pillow. Her hair was damp from sweat and her tears. Her dress has been removed and most likely ripped off in the struggle for what felt like her life. She is lying naked on the bed, covered by only a sheet, which did little to help the number of goosebumps that had risen on her body from being exposed. The basement is frigidly cold and Emma had found that she'd instinctively curled up into a ball to preserve body heat.

Now that she could think more clearly than before and wasn't passing out, she begins to sob.

Never had she felt so violated in all her life. The man had kidnapped her, chained her up, forced himself on her, drugged her and had his way with her, all against her will. She feels sore from the struggle and she is most likely covered in bruises from his treatment of her. Her head throbs and her stomach turns, it was likely a reaction from the drugs working the way out of her system. She was uneasy, hungry, dehydrated and scared…

She hadn't felt scared in a long time. Despite her job on the police force, Emma had always tried to remain brave in any situation. She had been forced to learn at a very young age in her foster and group homes that fear was a weakness that would be exploited. She couldn't cry out or ask for help from anybody because she'd never had anyone there to help her, love her and overall care for her.

Emma knew she had to keep her emotions buried to protect herself. It was a skill she'd honed and perfected since her teens, building walls around her heart due to the rejections from foster homes. For a long time, there were only two people who had broken those barriers down, Neal and Henry. She loved and cared for them deeply as if to make up for the neglect she'd had before they came into her life. She trusted the two and felt like she was capable of emotion and love when they were with her. Gradually, as she made friends with Regina, Ruby, Elsa, Anna, Lacey, Aurora, MeyLing, David, Mary Margret and even Zelena, those walls had deteriorated immensely, but when Neal left, re-construction of those walls began again. The feelings of trust had been destroyed and left her feeling vulnerable and broken. She hated the pain of hurting so badly and being left in a difficult position, so the walls went up again. She mostly had to re-build them to appear to be strong for Henry, but he seemed to be building his own after Neal abandoned them. It was not something she had wanted for her son and tried to break them down to get her son to talk to his mother. She didn't want Henry to end up like her and she was failing miserably at the time. When Killian came into her life, the foundation of her fortifications cracked a bit. She saw that he had his own set of protections and Emma knew that she could relate and possibly change her attitude and overall outlook on accepting others with his help. She felt a sense of trust forming again and Killian seemed to be breaking her barriers down, piece by piece until she felt those feelings of care and even love. He had seen her for who she really was, he saw through the walls and made her feel almost normal again.

But now, stuck in this hell, her walls had been completely destroyed; leaving her angry, upset and scared. She assumed that this man fed off her fear and liked to be in power. He was obviously turned on by her squirming and her fight for her body, but she couldn't help but feel weak. Most of her strength had left her and she felt so very helpless.

She cries silently for a what felt like hours, tears raining down and soaking the pillow below her head. She cries for what had happened to her, how she is being treated like a prisoner. She cries for her son and she feared that the man might try to find him and hurt him too. How alone he must feel. She cries for Killian, how much she missed his embrace and how safe she felt in his arms. She cries for her friends, how worried they probably were, wondering what happened to her, if at all.

Would they be looking for her? Could they identify the man? She couldn't… Would she now be a missing person? Do they think I'm dead? What... What if they think I just took off for the horizon? She thinks to herself after awhile. This made her sob harder as she thought of what Henry might be thinking. Would he think I just abandoned him? If that happened, he might be thrown into the system… a hell all its own. He'll be alone and think both parents have left him.

Emma weeps a little bit more at the thought of her son and what her abduction might do to him. Destroy his life completely and leave him with no one… just like she had.

What if they just don't care?

She shakes her head hard, trying to clear it. She couldn't let her insecurities and vulnerabilities make her give up hope. She had people who loved her, they would care. They'd try and find her. Those that she had trusted wouldn't abandon Henry, or her. David and Mary Margret would do everything they could to care for him and keep him safe; David might have the whole police force out looking for her. Surely Killian was worried too, Ruby and Regina… everyone she had let her guard down around, they would find her.

When she thought about those who would be looking for her, she felt a warm course through her body. It gave her strength, it fuelled her anger and need to get out of this situation. She was strong and she would not be taken advantage of like this.

Emma shuts her eyes and curls up a bit tighter. She wants to try to fight the chains again. They were the typical kind they used at the police station, which was good and bad at the same time. Good because she'd know how to manipulate them and possibly free herself. Bad because they were meant to be strong and hold the prisoner.

Emma tries moving the cuffs upwards, trying to see in the gloom of the basement. She had no sense of time down here and after her drugging, she was even more unsure about whether it was day time or night time at all. She examines the cuffs carefully, sturdy, but could be broken with time. She uses her hands to get a feel for the cuffs and she finds the keyhole. She thinks about how she could pick it…if she had a bobby pin or something small. She couldn't just pull the cuffs off the bed frame as it was attached all around, like a hospital bed. The bed continually creaks as she tries to see if she could slip her wrists out.

Suddenly loud footsteps are heard above her and the jingling of keys. Emma knows she must stop playing around with the cuffs. If the kidnapper knows she's trying to escape, he might hurt her or make everything worse. The basement door opens, causing Emma to strain her eyes as the same light is cast down the creaky concrete steps. The same shadow stands at the top of the stairs for a long moment before coming down.

It's the same shape from before except he appears to be carrying something. Emma can hear each agonizing step as her heart began to race, thinking he was back to.. to rape her again. She would fight again, as hard as possible, even though she was naked and more vulnerable than before. She would also try to avoid being drugged again. He was a strong man, but Emma had fought much stronger people on the job.

The man pauses at the bottom of the stairs. Emma couldn't tell if he could see her or not, but she did her best to be ready for whatever he might do.

The man walks towards her, much more cautiously. He obviously knew that she might try to attack him again and Emma felt this might be to her advantage. She was afraid of him, but he was probably afraid of her as well.

Emma can feel his heavy breath as he sets a few things next to the bed. It sounds like the clatter of something plastic. When he stands up he stares at Emma for a long moment.

Emma's heart is in her throat again as she waits, thinking about her son and her friends. If they couldn't find her, she would have to find them.

The man then walks into the darkness, deeper into the basement, like he had the last time. Emma was certain he was going for the drugs so he could force himself onto her again. She turned herself to where he had ambushed her last time, to be ready. She would not be caught off guard again.

She listens carefully to the sounds on what Emma can assume is his tool bench. There is a lot of clanking around, metal on metal, among other things. He grunts several times before his footsteps approach the bed. Emma swings her leg out, ready for the attack.

Instead, the man stands there for a long while, as if waiting for something. Emma's heart rate remains high, not wanting to let her guard down for anything.

There is suddenly an enormous amount of pressure placed on her upper body. Emma immediately begins to struggle and scream out, using all her strength. The man gets on top of her to pin her down. Emma fights with every fiber in her body.

"Stop struggling," the man growls. His voice still very scratchy and deep. "This will only take a few seconds."

"No," Emma pants. "No you bastard."

More pressure is applied to her arms, almost to the point of breaking them. Emma screams out in pain.

"Stop struggling or I'm getting the juice…" he warns.

At first, Emma is confused by this word, but then she realizes he means the drugs! Emma knew she couldn't ever escape if she was drugged all the time. Obviously, the man had other intentions than to have his way with her, but she knew she would have to keep fighting.

"I'm not here to…"

"I don't care!" Emma barks. "I don't care what you do, stop touching me!"

"Aren't you hungry?" the man asks.

This causes Emma to pause and contemplate what he just said. Was he releasing her to allow her to eat?

The pause is just what the man needs. He grabs onto both of Emma's wrists and holds them tightly. He forces her body away from her arms, towards the other side of the bed. He then sits and Emma hears clicking like he's fumbling with something. For a moment, she no longer feels metal on her wrists and her arms against the cold metal of the bed post. She hears the clinking of metal together, like chains and then the rattling as the man does something to the handcuffs. Emma wants to use this moment of freedom to try and escape, but the man has a tight grip on her, squeezing the life out of her hands, blocking her blood circulation. She then hears the familiar clicks of the handcuffs being reattached, until the point that both her wrists are both firmly locked up again. He then releases her hands and gets up.

Emma can't see at first but she cautiously moves her hand, she's no longer attached to the bedpost. The cuffs are still around her wrists and as she feels around her, the cuffs are attached to a chain. A long and thick chain from the feeling and sound of it and the man has the other end like she's on a chain gang or is a dog. He tugs on it a few times.

Emma has seconds to act, she tries to rip the chain out of his hands, but he pulls harder, forcing her arms outwards in a painful jerking motion. She gasps out in pain.

He then gets closer to the bed and Emma hears the chain being wrapped around the bedpost. There is another firm click and the jingling of keys. Again, Emma is locked around the bed post, but now she has more movement.

The man then disappears into the dark of the basement again and comes back with something very thick. He puts it down next to the bed. It's something made of metal and is very heavy as he places it down.

Emma is suddenly blinded as a light is shone into the vast abyss of the basement. She squints to see what is probably a work light from a tool bench lights up a section of her prison. Emma tries to look at the man; she catches a glimpse of very dark, cold eyes and an unshaven face before he vanishes into the shadows again.

"There's some food and water for you. I also brought you some clothes," the man says sternly. "I'm giving you a chance to eat."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Emma finally manages to ask.

The man says nothing before turning his back on her and walking up the stairs. He shuts the door, leaving her with the light that shone on what he had placed on her bed.

There was some women's clothing; plain and not very colourful, but Emma actually felt thankful that he had brought her something… With little hesitation, she reaches down to feel the fabric. There's a shirt, underwear, a bra and pants, sweatpants most likely. There was food on a plate, what looked like carrot sticks and a plain sandwich. There was a Styrofoam cup of water there too. Emma's stomach gurgled in anticipation.

The captive experiments on how far the chain goes. It seemed like enough for her to climb from the bed and reach the objects below her. It also allowed her to stand up after what felt like a long time. Her body shook a lot from weakness and being in the same position for so long. She tried to stretch her limbs as best she could, before going after the clothing.

It was difficult to put everything on being handcuffed, but Emma managed it well enough. Once in something a little more comfortable and warmer, Emma went towards the food. Her stomach was very empty and her body was weak from dehydration. Just as she goes towards the food, she stops and thinks about whether it might be drugged. He obviously had the resources to do so, but eventually, hunger won out. It was a baloney sandwich with carrot sticks. It was quite bland and the bread was close to being stale, but Emma ate everything. She needed all the strength she could get. She drank the water as well.

Once everything was gone, Emma sits back on the bed. Now that she had some of her strength back, she could think about what to do next. She had a light, meaning she could examine her situation more clearly. The cuffs are standard handcuffs, but they are quite sturdy. The chain is thick and is wound around the cuffs to give her some leeway to move and eat. The chain is wrapped around the bedpost that she had been stuck too earlier and is locked with a thick gold lock, the kind that could only be opened by a key. Emma thought that since she was attached to the bed, she might be able to drag the bed along towards the stairs or the workbench to find something to free herself with. However, looking under the bed, she saw that it was bolted to the floor. Emma tested to see how far she could go with the chains, which was only a few steps at the most in all directions. Just out of the beam of light, Emma could see what looked like a work bench, mostly like where her captor kept his drugs and other tools. It was so deep in the basement that it was still covered in shadow. Emma scans around her bed, looking for anything that might be useful. To her utter dread, the basement had no windows and was made of thick concrete, making the idea of calling for help impossible. Emma sighs deeply, knowing she couldn't give up hope just yet. She could still use the chain and wrap it around the man's neck and force him to give her the key to escape or she could pick the lock.

Emma's mind is racing, as well as her heart as she thinks of any possible way out when the same footsteps are heard from above. The sound of keys and a lock being opened. The man comes back down the stairs towards her. Now with more light, she can almost make out his features. He has dark eyes that held little emotion at all with a thick, carved face that gave her a stern expression. He has a thicker beard of dark hair that covered his mouth, which was clenched up into a frown. He has a thick head of hair that was messy and desperately needed a comb. He is a well-built man, like an athlete, his muscles bulged slightly under his long sleeve shirt. His clothing was rather middle class, maybe a bit worn with age, he wore thick jeans and no shoes. He walks with confidence and had an air of menace to him. He walks towards Emma with new equipment in his arms. This time he has what looks like more chain and tape.

Emma goes into a defensive position, ready to use the chain as a weapon if she needed it. The man stared at her for a long moment, as if prepared for battle. He reaches down for the light, yanks the cord from the wall, putting them into darkness again.

Emma's heart hits overdrive as he now had an advantage. She knew that she had to remain vigilant and be prepared for anything. She doesn't hear his footsteps or his breath. He intended to conceal himself and he is obviously used to the dark.

Emma feels an enormous amount of pressure on her legs. She immediately uses her cuffs and hands to try and find the man's throat. She manages to punch him hard across what she can assume was his face and he grunts in response. Feeling triumphant, Emma goes for another attack.

Something sharp suddenly courses through her veins and causes her body to seize up. She hears the crackle of electricity and sees a tiny blue bolt of light. She loses control of all her limbs and falls back on the bed, convulsing slightly. She feels herself crying slightly and all the feeling and control has left her body. The man continues what he's doing, pinning her legs down. Emma feels something cold wrap around her ankles and more clinking of metal. All the blood is rushing through her and she can't control herself. She isn't sure what he hit her with, but it was likely a stun gun. She's in a lot of pain.

"Can't have you moving around that much," the man says to her, but he sounds very far away as the blood coursing through her is brain is blocking her hearing.

Emma swears she hears another click and then the man takes the pressure off her legs.

She tries desperately to get feeling back into her body until another jolt sends her into paralysis again. She can faintly see the man's outline in the dark as her grabs her arms again. Emma can't see anything as she feels her arms being forced against the upper part of the bedframe. She hears chains clinking together. Arthur was wrapping her chains around the bed a few more times to ensure she couldn't reach very far and attack him again.

For his last act on her, he hits her with the stun gun once more to keep her in place and he rips a piece of duct tape from the roll.

"Can't having you making noise, now can we?" he almost taunts her.

He then places it over Emma's mouth to guarantee that she wouldn't make a sound. His wife and children were coming home tonight and he needs his secret to be kept for now. He then goes back to his work bench and gets another dosage of drugs. He injects it into Emma's system, just as the volts of electricity are passing through her.

Emma is now chained, hand and foot to the bed to make sure she won't try to escape, silenced and drugged. His wife and children will never suspect a thing. He then places a kiss on Emma's forehead before heading back upstairs again.

The drugs are burning through Emma's veins, likely mixing with the leftover voltage from the stun gun, keeping her paralyzed. She tries to fight the chains, but now she is more helpless than before, chained and drugged. She tries fighting the drugs, crying the entire time and feeling helpless but again the battle is soon lost and she is forced into darkness again.

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