Emily P.O.V.
Beads of sweat trickle down the sides of my face. One after the other they glide lower and lower until they fall to the ground that lay beneath me. My heart drums in my chest and echoes in my ears. The more I focus on how lost I am in this dark place the wilder my heart grows. My bottom lip quivers with fear and I am frozen in place. Sitting where he left me on the cold cement floor by a door that is now locked on the outside.
'What do they want with me?' I think to myself.
I try to will my body to move, any way shape or form. It's useless, I am too stunned, too scared to move. The only thing that moves is the slight shaking quiver from my lower lip.
'Why do I have to be so weak? I act tough and brave but deep down I am just this scared human girl, ' I close my eyes and
