Emison: Love Me Like You Do

Return of "A" - 11

ALISON'S POV

*flashback*
I woke up, chained, gagged and blindfolded. I slightly moved my arm and writhed. Any slight movements and an excruciating amount of pain would rush up my bones. My head jolts up when I hear a door creak and I instantly regret it. The pain caused me to writhe and whimper, with my gag stifling the sound.

I hear the footsteps of the man that abused me, sexually assaulted me and raped me draw closer towards me. I feel the floor shake under his weight, and he whispers in my ear.

"I'm letting you go. I'm done with you. But if you tell anyone who I am, what I did to you or where we were. I will find you again. Don't push me on that." He growls with clenched teeth.

I hear my shackles unlock, and feel the weight slowly lift off. While I'm unchained. I remain gagged and blindfolded. I'm picked up with rough hands, and thrown into a car. I couldn't estimate how long I've been in the car or where I was. Thought I smelled a very familiar smell, fresh baked bread and muffins. Rosewood. I was in rosewood.

The car came to a sudden stop. The man exited the car, opened my door and dumped me like trash. He ungagged me, and took off the blindfold. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness of the streetlights, but when they finally adjusted. I realized I was outside an abandoned warehouse.
*End of flashback*

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HANNA'S POV

"It's been almost a week, and she hasn't moved from that spot. She hasn't said one word to us. We need to tell her about it, it might not be the best timing, but at least she knows." I explain to Aria and Spencer, as we stand outside Emily's room. It's been almost a week since Alison's disappearance, and we could all see that the longer Alison wasn't in sight, the more Emily would lose herself. We all sigh, before entering Emily's room. I walk into her room, with my head tilting to the ground, I turn up, once I hear someone clearing their throat.

"What is it that you wanted to tell me?" Emily's annoyance seeping through her words. She had her arms crossed, her eyebrows arching a bit. Her mouth was in the form of a hard line. No form of emotion seeping through other than annoyance.

"Uh- How did you know-- we were going to tell you something?" Spencer stutters mid sentence, due to Emily's state when she's annoyed or angry.

"I'm not stupid, you know. I can hear through walls and doors. Just because I seem to not hear anything, doesn't mean I don't hear anything." Emily scoffs, and her face becomes sour, almost like she's trying to fight the tears that might fall.

Spencer moves uncomfortably, and begins to tell her. "Emily, we came her to tell you what Alison was supposed to tell you. Alison uh.. When she came -- back from her disappearance, she never told you about the things that happened did she?" Spencer continuously stutters from nervousness. I looked back from Spencer to Emily, and could just see the pain from Ali's name and the annoyance. Emily doesn't reply verbally, but shakes her head to Spencer's question. Spencer hesitates before continuing. "Well, Alison was forced into a submissive. I don't know if you know what that means, but it's basically like you're ready to--" Spencer doesn't get to finish what she was saying before Emily snaps.

"I know what Submissive means Spencer" Emily unfolds her arms, and drops them to her side, balling her hand into a fist, like she's clenching any anger that might come.

"Oh. Uh, Well. Basically she was made a submissive for 2 years in an old warehouse. she was beaten, raped, abused, and eventually. she became pregnant, and then the uh-- the person who held her captive, was done with her, like she wasn't satisfying his needs anymore, and we think that person has her again." Spencer finally finishes her sentence, before looking down at her fingers, and playing with them, out of anxiety.