Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 121

It's coll. Dark. Pitch black. The feeling of the cold metal restraint digging into the skin below my ankle pulled me back to reality. I lay frozen in place as my brain fought through the haze of drugs I had been injected with. The acrid taste of fear filled my mouth, and the sound of my rapid heartbeat. pounding in my ears was overwhelming.

I must have been here for a day, maybe longer. Time moves strangely when there is no way to keep track of it. My brain focuses on every sound, trying to convince me there is danger with every drip of water or creak of a floorboard With trembling hands, I slowly reached out into my pitch-black surroundings, hoping to find some clue where I was. I was lying on a thin, moldy-smelling mattress on the dirt floor. Slowly feeling around, I discovered. the mattress was pushed up against a coli cement wall. Turning, I pressed my back against it, hating the cold but feeling safer, knowing nothing could sneak up behind me. Is this part of their kidnapping plan? Leaving me in this dark, damp place, allowing my fear to grow until I'm so broken that I will go along with whatever they plan to do to me. At least I have time to clear my head from being drugged. The kidnappers had not knocked me unconscious, so at least I didn't have to deal with a concussion.

Carefully, I stretched my legs before me, wincing as my nuuscles protested. I ran my hand down the leg with the restraint on it, hoping to find some way to remove it, but it felt like solid metal with a chain attached. Tugging at the chain, I discovered that I had maybe three feet between where I was sitting and where it was attached to the wall. The smell of rot and mold is so strong down here that I gag several times.

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My exploration was cut short when I heard footsteps walking above my head. I can't keep the fear from coursing through me. With trembling hands, I carefully set the chain down, afraid whoever was above me would be able to hear any noise I made. Carefully, I lay back down on the mattress, trying to control my racing pulse. Forcing myself to close my eyes, I focused on trying to slow my panicked breathing as the sounds above me grew louder.

I was startled by the door swinging open. There was no sound except for a quiet swoosh. When I saw a tiny sliver of light appear to grow, I squeezed my eyes closed and forced myself to relax, hoping whoever was coming down here would think I was still passed out. As I forced myself to stay quiet, two sets of feet pounded down the stairs and approached where I lay. Suddenly, a bright light flashed across my face, and it took everything in me not to flinch away from it.

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head, "Don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move. I heard the

asked. I could hear him approaching where I lay, and I had to fight every instinct not to move. A hand traced around the hem of my shirt before sliding up under it and grasping my breast. I could not help

further, the footsteps above us made both men freeze. Then, a voice I never thought I would have to hear again echoed from the

Em already going to lose thousands on her since she whored herself out to those boys she was living with. The boss wants her ready to earn money when he comes for her, not used and broken. So get

the door swings open, admitting a monster I can't see clearly who stands before me, deciding what new pain he can inflict on me. I'm paralyzed by fear, not even able to scream as the monster prowles into my space, getting so close I can feel his breath against my face. Suddenly, the creature springs forward, grabbing me by my throat before I have a chance to get away. "Do you think

the monster says in my father's voice. I can see his face

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dropping to my heaving

my father's voice laughs as he

to, he's no longer standing over me. I must have split my lip in the fall because my mouth is full of the coppery taste of blood. I try and force my body to move, but the monster is back, grabbing my ankle and dragging me back. "Where do you think you're