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.

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 near me. DC Jones bends down till he's

"Turn around."

way I feel like a victim. He holds a glass of water in 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 lean forward for another drink.

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 eyes shut, embarrassed at the

the empty glass down next to me. He stands and walks over to the wooden chair in the corner of the room.

"Why have you done this to me?"

sadly, his eyes filling with remorse. I

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

is it.

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

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 his stomach before bending over, laughing

you crack me up. I am the

stomach as I realise he's right - he is the police. The

"Please, just let me go. I'll do anything." I plead, fearing

go Emily, not again.

pulled back as the stinging pain in my foot causes me to stumble backwards,