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.

at him, my captor. I hear him leave the room for a few minutes before

"Turn around."

his hand and he brings it closer to my lips, allowing me to take a sip of it. I swallow the cool liquid greedily and

taking another large gulp. Half of the water misses my

He stands and walks over to the wooden

"Why have you done

his eyes filling with remorse.

slides down my cheek followed by

This is it.

throat. His hand comes down and instead of hitting me which was my original thought, he strokes the top of my hair soothingly. I stiffen and move my head as far away from his as I can. His touch makes me feel sick to my stomach. He notices my hostility towards him and stiffens

he bursts out laughing, the evil glint in his eyes shimmering away. He clutches at his stomach before bending over,

me up. I

drops to the pit of my stomach as I realise he's right - he is the police. The police can't help me. No-one can help me. I'm screwed, well

anything." I plead, fearing for my life

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

the stinging pain in my foot causes me to stumble backwards, slamming my back into the metal