Under Lock and Key #Wattys2016

Chapter 2

I fell in love with the comments for the first chapter. So, here's another chapter!

Killian made sure to destroy her phone. He couldn't have Walsh after him. He stored her purse in a locker for later use. He wasn't seen when he picked her up, and he made sure of it. His house was in the middle of the woods. No people around for a few miles. He was completely and perfectly hidden away from any prying eyes. Everyone knew Killian, but they didn't know the biggest secret that he was hiding.

He picked her up and carried her to a room that had boards that covered up the windows. He made sure that if anyone did look up from the outside, it looked like a normal bedroom. He tied her wrists up around a pillar and put a gag in her mouth. He then worked on tying her feet together. He snuck a glance up at her and saw that her golden curls were covering her face. He moved back up to her head and brushed them away, revealing her rosy cheeks and freckles on her nose. He ran his fingertips over her cheek. This woman was different and he knew it. He forced himself to take a few steps back and sit in a chair a few feet away from her. He sat in the chair waiting for the blonde beauty to wake up.

Emma felt someone lift her up and tie her hands and feet together. She felt something around her mouth and her hair in front of her face. She just didn't have enough energy to fight. She was tired but couldn't sleep. When she did get enough energy to open her eyes, she looked up and saw the guy that picked her up. She had gotten herself into this mess, but she wasn't sure if she was going to get herself out.

"Good morning, love." Killian said cheerfully.

She glared up at him. She could feel a lump in her throat but she wasn't going to cry.

"You probably have a lot of questions, starting with why you are here, and who I am."

Although she was wondering that, she wondered what he was going to do before he killed her.

"Well, my name is Killian Jones, but if you watch the news, you would probably know my more colorful moniker. Hook."

Of course she knew who he was. Captain Hook wasn't only a name for the villainous pirate in the movie Peter Pan, but a well known murderer. He painted a doodle of a hook on his victim's arms in their own blood when they were killed, hence the nickname.

"Relax, I won't be hurting you. Not like your amazing boyfriend." He said with sarcasm in his voice with the last sentence. "If I remove your gag, are you going to scream?"

She shook her head. The truth was, she wasn't. Even if she was going to be tortured and killed, she would rather be here then with Walsh. Once she was dead, the pain and misery was going to stop.

Killian moved up to her mouth and took the piece of cloth out carefully, being careful not to hurt her. He stuck to his word. He wasn't going to hurt her. Not unless he had to.

"There you go, love." He reached around her neck and untied it.

He left the room and she moved her gaze up to the ceiling. Her head tilted back against the pole as she clenched her eyes shut. He returned a moment later with a glass of water in his hand. He held it up for her to take a drink out of the straw, but she just looked at it cautiously. Seeing her hesitation, he took a sip from the water.

"It's not poisoned." He said. He gave her a worried look and pretended to choke. "I guess it was poisoned. I must have grabbed the wrong glass!" He yelled out as he pretended to die. She let out a small giggle and he sat back up, offering the straw to her once more.

She looked between it and him before taking the straw into her mouth and taking a drink. "Thank you."

He nodded and placed it beside her. "Do you know why I call myself Captain Hook?" She shook her head. "He was my favorite villain growing up. I always thought about how much of a badass he was. I also have a killer left hook and was captain of the football team in high school." He stroked her cheek again and felt how she tensed up underneath his touch. "What was it like for you in high school, Emma? Any admirers? Friends?"

She moved her gaze down. "No. Any guys only talked to me if they wanted sex, but they had to be pretty desperate."

"And why is that?"

"Because no one wanted to hang out with an orphan." Her voice cracked. She bit her lip to hold back the tears. Her family situation was a very sensitive topic for her.

His heart sunk. How could anyone not want to be friends with this amazing woman? He looked down at her and lifted her head up with his fingers. He wiped her tears away with his thumbs and gave her a small smile.

"I find it funny how you haven't asked to go home yet. That you haven't asked me to let you go home." Killian explained sitting in the chair again.

"That place is not my home. I'm as much of a prisoner here as I am there. But I know how this ends. No matter how much begging I do, you won't let me go. You'll kill me."

And that's when he saw it. The look in her eyes, the look that said that you were left alone. Abandoned. He met many people that wanted pity, that they made up stories like hers, but she wasn't kidding. He knew this look so well, because he had it too. He saw it in his eyes after his father left, his mother died, and finally after Liam passed too.

"Are you scared of me?" He asked.

"I should be, but I'm not. I guess I'm just not afraid to die."

He nodded. "Many, many people have sat where you are right now. They have begged for their lives. They were scared to die." He pulled out a gun and placed it on her forehead. She looked up at him, not flinching away. "Are you scared now?"

"No. I want you to kill me. Show me how easy it is to pull the trigger and do something I was too scared to do myself."

He lowered the gun and put it back in his pants in the waistband. She gave him a confused look. "I'm not going to kill you." He whispered, afraid of saying it louder so other people would hear, even though no one else was there.

"I want you to do it." A tear slipped down her cheek. "My parents left me on the side of the road because they hated me and didn't want me. I bounced around from foster home to foster home because they didn't want me. I get out, and a find a guy who seems perfect, but he's far from it. I get beat everyday but I'm too scared to kill myself to end it all. Then I get kidnapped by the most famous serial killer out there and he won't even end it all for me. I have nothing and no one to live for. No one will miss me, so tell me, Hook. Why won't you finish the job?" By now, she wasn't even sure how she was still able to talk. There was a lump in her throat and she could barely breathe.

He stood up and left the room. As the door shut, she finally let out all of her tears. Her shoulders hurt from being pulled back in that position for so long, but she was just wondering why she wasn't dead yet. More and more tears escaped her eyes. She wanted to find a place where she would live and be happy and not have to be so closed off. She wanted to find her Prince Charming and live happily ever after, but of course, fate had other plans.