Is this real life?
Emma moans and struggles to open her heavy eyelids, not that she wants to. She's literally in a living nightmare and she'd rather be in a drug induced coma her captor has created to continue enduring his abuse of her. She doesn't know how long she's been out and it's clear that nothing has changed except her restraints. Her hands are still handcuffed together and she's chained hands and feet to the bed. She's also been gagged with duct tape to prevent any further noise.
It takes a little while before Emma feels that the drug is truly wearing off. Her stomach is uneasy and her head is throbbing. Two doses of the drug are not good for her body, it drains any strength she has and deprives her of food for long periods of time. Obviously, she has to keep fighting, but at the same time, the more she fights, the more this guy will drug her.
Emma's not sure what she can do next except cry. She's in the dark again; she has no sense of time or space. She can hardly make a sound and her joints have been restrained to the point that her body is stiff and is aching. The only sense that doesn't seem to let her down is her hearing. She begins listening above her, for any sign of life. There's nothing, but silence.
Emma continues to cry, her sobs muffled by the tape, feeling so utterly helpless. She had little hope and her mind lists all the possibilities of what could happen to her. There have been kidnap victims who have ben with their captor so long, they develop Stockholm Syndrome and never leave. She thought that maybe this man was breaking her down so she gave up trying to escape. There are those who bear their captor's children and are held for so many years. Emma did not want to be one of them. She knew that most abductions usually ended up with murder within the first 48 hours, but as far as she can tell, it's been much longer. She hopes that this man wasn't torturing and raping her before he killed her. She thought of her son, and her boyfriend, and her friends, they would never know what happened to her. So many questions swirled in her head, but the biggest one was why? Why of all people did he pick her?
Why? Why? WHY?!
…
It's a little while before the sounds of footsteps are heard above her. They are the same footsteps of this man that creak along till they reach the door. The sound of keys jingling and the doorknob opening, casting the same amount of light and the same shadow down the staircase.
Emma tries to prepare herself. She doesn't know what this man was going to do. Was he back for more? Or was he bringing her food?
Emma begins moving, trying to make as much noise as possible, to get anyone else's attention in this house. Anyone besides this monster. She yells as best she can through the tape and bangs her chains against the bed, making a clanking noise.
"Shut up!" the man orders as he shuts the door and comes down the stairs.
Emma refuses to listen and carries on. She had to fight, he would not break her down.
"I said SHUT UP!" he orders.
Emma can't see him, but she's crying and trying to remain brave. She's preparing herself to fight once again, even though she's at more of a disadvantage than before.
"SHUT Up or I won't feed you," the man's voice practically snarls.
Emma wants to carry on, refusing to give up, but her stomach growls and her joints protest her noise making. She knows she needs the nourishment, so she stops.
"That's better," the man says.
Emma can hear him put something down beside the bed.
"You're lucky the wife and kids are at work and school, otherwise I'd be getting the juice again."
Emma feels the man sit on the bed, she can hear his heavy breathing, the heat and obnoxious smell of beer that makes her shudder. Emma waits as the man seemingly unwraps the chain, giving her some leeway to eat. But before he does this, she can see the blue bolt of the Taser; he's threatening her into submission, so if she tries to attack, she'll be tasered. Once her hands are mostly free, Emma reaches up and removes the tape from her mouth, feeling relief from being gagged.
"You think bringing me food and threatening me will make me cooperate?"
"Considering you're important to me and if you want to avoid more juice or a world of pain, you'd better." He warns.
"I can't exactly see what I'm doing," Emma says angrily.
The man gets up from the bed and plugs in the same lamp from before. Emma can actually see more of his features than before. His dark and hungry eyes. His messy beard and thick hair… and his sullen expression. Once the room is lit up slightly, he loosens the chains at Emma's feet enough to allow her to sit up. Emma slowly stretches her body a bit, as far as she can go as the man sits little ways from the bed, on a wooden crate or something, holding the taser menacingly.
Emma looks down at the tray he brought her, once again it's very bland food, but she picks it up obediently and ravenously eats.
"You'd get more regular meals if you didn't struggle so much," the man says quietly. "You leave me no choice but to inject the juice.
Emma continues looking down, saying nothing and avoiding this man's stare. She never wanted to see this man's eyes again, not after she was forced to look into them the first time her raped her. She could almost see her own soul reflected at her and could see the terror and pain she was in. She takes a sip of cool water, relaxing her throat again.
"I know you probably think of me as a monster and honestly, you're not wrong. What I'm doing is sinful."
"And evil," Emma murmurs.
"That too."
"Why did you bring me here?!" Emma says, finally able to say it out loud.
"It's complicated," the man says.
"Usually it's not," Emma says. "Usually a sexual predator abducts young women to fulfill their sick and twisted fantasies."
"That's mostly true, but you Emma Swan have another purpose."
The colour drains from Emma's face. He knew her name! Dear god, he knew her name. Had he been stalking her?!
"How do you know my name?"
"You had your purse on you when I picked you up. You can learn a lot about a person just by their wallet alone. By the way, that picture of you and your son is quite nice."
Emma nearly jumps off the bed and goes after the man's throat. He had invaded her personal privacy, gathering information about her and now he was acting like he knew all about her. Emma grinds her teeth together and stays silent.
"Anyway, I need you, Emma."
"What could you possibly need me for?"
"Children."
Emma's stomach drops immediately and she begins to feel sick. A chill goes up to her spine and it feels as if her legs have no longer any strength. She wants to go after the man's throat again. She tries to fight back the tears of fear and disgust.
The man clears his throat. "My wife had an operation a year ago that makes her unable to bear children, I, however, did not approve of this and she went behind my back about it. It's always been clear to me that the only thing keeping us together is our children, and since I lost my job, I know Gwendolyn is keener on leaving me than ever before. I need another child and you, Miss Swan, are going to give it to me."
"Over my dead body!" Emma screams, releasing all the pent-up anger she had inside herself. "You are a twisted individual." She yells a variety of obscenities at him. "If you wanted another kid, there are more legal ways to get another kid like adoption or a surrogate!'
"Those were my first choices Emma," her skin crawls as he says her name as if he's her friend. "But like I said before, I am unemployed and we cannot afford it."
"I think your wife made the right decision to sterilize herself if she's carrying your children. You're a f***ed up man and your children would be the same."
The man suddenly springs at her. He pins her down on the bed, his hands around her throat and squeezes the breath out of her. Emma's head is throbbing and her throat begins to burn almost immediately. She tries gasping for air and her eyes are swollen with tears.
"Don't you EVER talk about my children like that!" the man hisses through gritted teeth. She can feel is hot breath, but can't smell the foul odour of beer on his breath. He continues to squeeze as if her throat is a pop can. Emma is wheezing, on the verge of passing out from the lack of oxygen. "If you ever say something like that again, I'll have to dispose of you and find a new surrogate."
The man then releases her throat and Emma gasps for air. She can see black spots before her eyes and she's crying again. She feels so weak and helpless; this man is in control and he's very dangerous. He could very well kill her with his bare hands and he's established the power over her. He now knows that she will cooperate with the ever-present threat of death hanging over her head.
Emma gags and falls weakly on the bed.
"I'm sorry," he says abruptly. "I lost my temper there, but now you know why I need a baby from you. You're already a mother, so I know you have it in you."
Emma manages to gasp out a few words in anger and defiance.
"Go to hell," before she blacks out.
Arthur stands over his limp prisoner, he should've known that she would be like this. She's as stubborn as a mule, but she is still worth it. She can give him what Gwen took away.
He loosens his belt buckle and shuts the light off.
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Once he's done, Arthur, re-binds the chains to the bed and adds a fresh strip of duct tape to her mouth. Emma is still unconscious, probably for the best considering what he does to her, but he needed a baby and this was the only way he would get one from her. He wanted to keep Gwendolyn and his family together.
This was the only way.
Now we know why Arthur took Emma. Sorry to the reviewer who doesn't want Emma to get pregnant from this, but things might turn out differently than what you might expect. Bet you can't guess what that might be. Thank you for the reviews and please keep it up.