Emma.
The guards all surrounded me. They looked scary and intimidating and my knees felt weak.
The mean man had somehow kept Cathy on the wall and I was alone with these fierce and ruthless looking men.
"Please," I whispered weakly. "I didn’t do anything wrong. You don’t have to take me—"
One of them cut me off with a grunt. “Orders are orders. No use pleading.”
I clutched the wooden door frame and tried to struggle with my fingers trembling. “I’m not a threat,” I tried again. “I swear. Please, just listen to me!”
The taller guard grabbed my arm. His grip was firm and even a little cruel. “That’s not up to us,” he said gruffly. “Let’s go.”
For a second, I panicked. I didn't know what to do. My legs refused to move, but they wouldn’t care about that. I knew they’d drag me i
