Tangled Love

The wooden door flings open, smashing into the wall behind it and I jolt awake, backing myself as far into the wall as I can go. My eyes narrow at the man stood in the doorway and I swallow the lump in my throat, determined to show him I'm not scared. I really am, I'm petrified. I've learned the hard way to never show fear to men like Trevor and DC Jones. They thrive off it, it's what fuels them to carry out their evil actions. Others need oxygen to survive, not these kind of people. They live off fear, it's what keeps their heart beating.

"I was having a rather pleasant dream, do you mind shutting the door on your way out so I can go back to it?" The sarcasm drips from my every word.

Jones' dark eyes narrow and pierce straight through me, seeing every scar . . . every insecurity. His lips twitch in amusement, knowing he's making me uncomfortable. Asshole.

I sigh dramatically, facing away from him. I rest my head on my arms once again, my throat has been dry for hours and now felt as rough as Trish after a long boozy weekend.

I'm too proud and stubborn to ask him for a drink, I wouldn't dare ask him for anything. He's completely ignored my screams for help and I've given up on the idea of anyone hearing my pleas. The only sounds that can be heard around here is his footsteps and the occasional creak of the floorboards.

"Do you want something to eat Emily?" He breaks the silence between us, walking a few steps towards me.

"Don't come any closer!" I warn, snapping at him. He laughs at my words, his head falling back slightly.

"If you haven't already realised darling, you're the one tied up, not me."

I ignore his words, turning to face the dull wall. My throat throbs painfully and I try to hydrate it using my own saliva. It's completely dried out and I feel severely dehydrated to the point I want to be sick.

I refuse to look at him, my captor. I hear him leave the room for a few minutes before entering it again. He walks towards me and my body stiffens from having his presence

around."

and he brings it closer to my lips, allowing me

take these ropes off my hands so I can drink it myself?" I ask before taking another large gulp. Half of the water misses my mouth and ends up down my chin and I squeeze my

the wooden chair in the corner of the room. I narrow my

have you done this to

no other way." DC Jones shakes his head sadly, his eyes filling with remorse. I frown, clearly not

way for what? Who are you? Let me go!" I yell, my patience running out. I struggle against the rope and a tear of frustration slides down my cheek followed by another. Soon enough I'm full on sobbing, my chest heaving heavily up and down. DC Jones walks over to my side and

This is

my head as far away from

this," I hiss, hating the man with every bone in my body. DC Jones looks at me as if I've grown two heads before he bursts out laughing, the evil glint in his eyes shimmering away. He clutches at

you crack me up. I am the police."

the pit of my stomach as I realise he's right - he is the police. The police can't help me. No-one

let me go. I'll do anything." I plead, fearing for my life now more than ever.

going to let you go Emily, not again. Never again."

I beg, lunging towards him. I'm immediately pulled back as the stinging pain in my foot causes me to stumble backwards, slamming my back