Twisted Bonds

Chapter 3: Man In The Cell

Emma's POV

My body froze. My mind was having trouble trying to comprehend what my eyes were seeing. Why is this person locked up? Why is he covered in blood? Oh god, is he being tortured?

As the man stood up and approached the bars, my body seemed to finally start working again. I made my way over to the cell as words started to fly out of my mouth before I could stop them. "Are you okay? Why are you trapped down here? What is this place?"

Once I forced myself to shut my mouth, the man in the cell began to speak. "Please, can you let me out? I think he keeps a set of keys in the room over there." he said as he nodded his head towards the room I just came from.

I noticed that he had a faint accent, but I brushed that thought away as I made my way back to the room with the desk. I spotted the keys hanging on the wall. I quickly grabbed them and made my way back over to the cell that the man was stuck in. I never once stopped to think about my actions as I fumbled with the keys to unlock the cell.

Once my trembling hands finally managed to unlock the cell, I took a few steps back as he pushed the door open and stepped out. "Thank you, young one, for freeing me." he said with a relieved look in his eye.

"Um, yeah, no problem..." I mumbled as I awkwardly stood there, looking at everything except him.

"You seem like a kind young girl. So I must apologize to you for what I'm about to do." he said sincerely as he slowly made his way over to me.

My eyes snapped over to him in concern before I felt something sharp dig into my neck. A startled yelp escaped me before my vision started to blur. The world around me faded as my body fell to the ground.

When I finally regained consciousness, I was in what had to be a hospital room. I squinted as the bright white lights blinded me. Once my eyes adjusted, I looked down and saw a small device placed right next to my hand. It had a call button on it, so without a second thought, I pushed down on the button.

A minute passed before I saw a couple of nurses enter the room. One of them approached the bedside and looked down at me. "Hey hun, how are you feeling?" she asked me in a sweet tone.

As simple as the question was, I didn't know how to answer. I didn't even know why I was here. I tried to think back to the last thing I remembered, but after walking down to the basement of the Whitmore House, everything went blank. I couldn't remember anything after that.

Instead of answering the nurse's question, I asked one of my own in a scratchy voice. "What happened?"

She looked at me with a pitying expression. The beeping on the monitor sped up slightly as I saw her expression. Worry took over my head as I asked another question I was afraid to know the answer to. "Where are my parents?"