Emma's POV.
I became aware of voices talking in hushed tones.
I opened my eyes, and looked around.
My nose hurt like hell, and felt twice as big as usual. It must be broken.
I could see Joseph's car standing to my right, and the shelves with boxes, and tools in front of it. I was in our garage.
I lifted my head a few inches, with great difficulty. Manfrid was standing a few feet in front of me with his back turned. In front of him, Joseph was sitting in a chair, his face was covered in blood, and looked severely beaten. His hands and legs were bound to the chair with ropes, blood was oozing from the ligature wounds. On either side of Joseph, were the other two large men. The one was still holding onto his shoulder where I had stabbed him, and the other had a bloody nose, and bruised e
