Emily lay lifeless. A stream of blood trickled on the concrete floor. The dark shade of red almost black. It wasn't her fault she just so happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Before we get into all of this let's go back to the beginning.
Just like any ordinary day Emily was in a dark alley shooting up heroin with the rest of the junkies. At that moment her head wasn't clear and quite frankly her vision either. Her black hair cascading off her shoulders like a dark version of the Niagara Falls. Her deep blue eyes gazing at nothing in particular.
She was in a drowsy state where she was in between consciousness and passing out. Her weight was a little light on her feet as she scrambled to the nearest dumpster. Being in an abandoned alley there were quite a few. Her feet clambered as she leaned over the tall bin and emptied her guts into the heaps of rubbish. Side effects.
When finished, Emily wiped her mouth with the end of her sleeve and glided out of the alley. She shielded her eyes from the brightness of the street lights. She stumbled on her feet a as she walked down the sidewalk. Her thoughts nor vision in check. Her tight short dress sticking to her thighs and she began sweating dizziness quickly following. As Emily got closer to her apartment it got worse.
She began hyperventilating and spots appeared in her sight. Emily in her state thought it'd be a good idea to take a shortcut. That shortcut being another alley. It was dark out the moon shone on the streets and Emily began to shiver. The cold breeze blew her hair back and she was suffering the consequences of not bringing a jacket. It was late September, leaves on trees were changing and so was the climate.
Her combat boots clanked on the floor and she gripped her jacket in her fist. Emily got the paranoid feeling she was being followed and turned to look behind for what seemed to be every five minutes. She had an uncomfortable feeling crawling into the
pit of her stomach. Run! While you still can! Being under the influence of drugs clouded her judgement.
"What's a pretty lady like you doing in an alley past midnight?" A voice emerged from the darkness of a dumpster. This man made Emily feel apprehensive.
"I was just trying to uh get home. Decided to take a shortcut. My apartment is right around that corner." Emily helplessly pointed at the opposite end of the alley. It seemed so far from where she was standing. She could try to make a run for it but she could never make it in time with her state and attire.
"Ah I see. Here's the deal pretty lady. My instincts tell me you won't make it home in time for dinner tonight. But, you know that could just be the voices in my head." The gangster man growled hitting Emily upside the head with the butt of the gun. It knocked her out instantly.
Time passed quickly just as things escalated. Emily woke up eventually finding herself tied to a chair in a pitch black room. She was terrified to say the least. The rope dug into her skin like knives and needles. Her skin felt too tight for her body, she had a migraine from hell, and she felt nauseous. Withdraw. The most painful part.
She clenched her teeth as she harshly wiggled around in the uncomfortable steel chair. This isn't the movies where you can slam back and break it. Definitely NOT wood. Emily was undergoing pain so unbearable that tears brimmed her waterlines. They threatened to fall but Emily refused to look weak and vulnerable.
She couldn't bear the thought of them having the satisfaction of having any sort of power over Emily. They put a gag in her mouth while she was unconscious and she could tell by all the precautions they took, they were not new at this. These were not some wannabe gangster, noob trying to be cool. These were actual criminals.
