The story is under construction and I continue editing on the published episodes. Please leave a comment down below with reviews and edits you wish in the story. Life of Emelie Sophia Nolan. ``What have I ever done to you". The rage inside me was making her hand shake. I watched him turn around and meet me eyes. His face revealed nothing but he had a sadistic smile. I felt unable to see how he was feeling or why he was doing this. I remembered that I knew almost nothing about him and yet something kept pulling me towards him. "I love watching you, watching you cry, watching you get angry and fall apart. You, little girl, you are my own personal entertainment". I felt the tears return and run down my cheeks. What did he mean by falling apart? "I hate you" she yelled. Why did I say that? It just flew out of my mouth. My thoughts and emotions were running wild. The only thing I knew I wanted right now was for him to keep looking at me. He turned around and walked back towards me. He only stopped when there was an inch between them and their lips, an inch from touching. His expression hadn't changed. His green eyes were cold and dark. They looked at me as if I was nothing. His lips were slightly parted.``You hate my actions, not me. You don't know me". I leaned back against a car as his arms moved up. His elbows rested just beside my shoulders. I felt my breathing get heavy. I could feel his warm breath on my lips. His hands were almost touching my shoulders. "You got anything else to say, little girl"? Silence. His smile got bigger. "You can't speak anymore... or scream?" He moved his right hand and placed it right above my hip. How was this going to end, I thought to herself. I felt my cheeks burn.”Are you afraid?" He said. An amazing feeling spread across my body, from where he had placed his hand. The amazing feeling mixed with the fear that reigned inside me. I started to doze off. How much had I eaten today? In the distance I heard a male voice yelling something that sounded like, move away from her. It sounded like Markus. Then a whisper "You are not making this any fun for me, Emelie". That was differently Sixten.