Chapter 5

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I just love these pics of them
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Author's POV
Killian gripped the steering wheel of his black Mercedes tightly as he drove to the Nolan estate. He's worried about Emma. She sounded beyond terrified when she called him.

He parked the car and called Emma.
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Emma's POV
I can't move. It's like I'm super glued to my spot. I'm in the tub and the water is turning lukewarm, but I can't move.

I'm scared that the voices are gonna get me if I move. That they're gonna make me remember again.

My phone buzzed and I jumped. I grabbed it and answered without checking who it was.

Phone Call
Emma: H-hello?

Killian: Emma it's Killian

Emma: Killian! Are you almost here?

Killian: Aye, I'm at the front door. How do I get in?

Emma: you see the huge knockers?

Killian: Yes

Emma: push the lion's mouth up and the key will fall out
There was the sound of a key hitting the floor.
Killian: got it
I heard the lock twist and the door open.
Killian: now where are you lass?

Emma: ...in my bathroom?

Killian: why are you in your bathroom?

Emma: because I fell asleep in the tub. I'm still in the tub, I kind of can't move.

Killian: are you stuck?

Emma: no, I'm just...too scared to move

Killian: okay, just give me directions to where you are

Emma: go up the spiral staircase. Make a...left. You should see a blue hallway. Then go straight for the next seven rooms, now make a right and go up the small stairs. You are now in my room

Killian: I can see your bathroom I'm gonna let you go
Call Ended

"Killian I'm in here!" I heard a few footsteps and I he stepped inside the bathroom.

I have my hair in front of me so that I have two long thick strands covering my breasts. Other than that I'm just covered in water.

He immediately turned around and jammed his hands in his back pockets.

"You weren't kidding about the whole 'in the tub thing.'" I nervously laughed and dug my nails into my thighs.

"Nice house you've got." He awkwardly said.

"Thanks, um, I'm still not sure how to get out of here." Even though he's here and that's a big comfort for me, I'm really scared.

"Where do you keep you're towels?" I pointed to a large cabinet. He pulled out a huge fluffy white one.

"Now I need you to carefully step out, just try. I'm right here. I won't look," he said reassuringly. He tilted his head all the way up and closed his eyes while he held out his arms with the towel spread wide for me to step into.

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