Glass

Imprisoned

Emma's head swung violentlyto the left as she received yet another blow to the face, it had been three days since she was dragged into this shit hole of a cell and Stevens seemed intent on making sure she suffered for the entirety of her time here.
That meant it had been three days of complete torture for her, each day had been the same, Stevens would ask where any of her friends were and she would reply with a cryptic answer or no answer at all which would be met with some form of torture.
Emma had no idea where she was, since she had passed out on the way up here, due to blood loss. They patched up her shoulder, but it ached like hell, which wasn't improving her mood.
"I don't know why your trying to keep them safe Emma, weren't you trying to arrest him too?" Stevens smirked as he pulled her up and hit her in the ribs, knocking the breath out of her.
Emma was used to this, interrogations were something she'd been in before as an agent but Stevens made it worse because he knew what buttons to push.
Laura was still a sore subject for Emma, she still had trouble coming to terms that she was dead, the problem was Stevens knew that and was using it against her.
"Because I won't let you kill him" Emma muttered, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
"What's gotten into you, when did you get so soft huh, was it Laura, did she do this to you?" He mocked 
"She made me better Stevens, I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand" Emma growled.
Stevens walked away chuckling like a lunatic, before picking unsheathing a wicked serated steel knife.
"You're absolutely right, you have changed, but not for the best, if you were still that rational, following orders type of person you were before you would be on my side, instead you waste your time defending some stupid psychopath and suffering in the process"
"I've never been on your side Stevens, you're a sick, sadistic son of a bitch and I'll never take your side" Emma retaliated.
"Ha,ha, now that is something I can believe and if there is one thing I can say you haven't lost its your attitude" he remarked, before plunging the knife into her already wounded shoulder.
Emma screamed until her throat was raw as Stevens turned the knife slowly before pulling it out, Emma leaned forward, groaning loudly, feeling the blood blossoming on her shirt making it sticky.
"Now, that I have your attention, do you think you can tell me where your friends are now" Stevens said calmly twirling the bloody knife in his hand "we already lost Laura, to a knife Emma, I would find it funny if you died the same way" he taunted
Emma lashed out at him but he easily outmanouvered her and held her at knife point.
"I'll say one thing about the new you, your impulsive, reckless and that makes you easy to beat" he whispered, as he dug the knife deeper into her skin, to stop her from struggling. "Tell me are they really worth your life Emma, I mean I know you haven't got much of one left but I need you to consider if this is really what you want?"
Emma was breathing heavily as she felt the knife slowly piercing the skin.
Stevens dragged it slowly down her torso, slicing her shirt as he went, savouring the pain he was causing Emma before he pushed her into a wall and leaving her a bloody mess on the floor, he heard her muffled voice whisper something, so he kneeled and rolled her over.
"What did you say Emma?" Stevens asked in a calm voice, as Emma clutched her cut.
"You win okay, I'll tell you where they are, I can't take this anymore" Emma said in a broken voice.
"I knew you would come to your senses eventually, now where are they?" Stevens asked triumph written over his very punch able face. Emma gestured to him to come closer to whisper the location to him, she took a shaky breath before saying
"Go fuck yourself, Stevens" in a raspy voice, before smashing her head in to his face, making him fall and causing his nose to break.
Emma laughed hysterically before saying
"Did you really think I was going to tell you where they are?, I already told you my lips are sealed Stevens" Emma watched as he clutched his nose as blood started gushing out.
Unfortunately, he recovered quickly and managed to grab her neck and pin her to the wall.
"You are a pathetic, stupid little shit Emma" he growled tightening his grip around her neck. Emma struggled as his grip started to become unbearable. She started to have flashbacks to the asylum and Emma hoped that this wouldn't become a recurring thing, the only problem was this time no one was going to take over and persuade him to let go.
As Emma was about to pass out, Stevens let go to reach for his phone that had gone off in his pocket.
Emma sunk onto the floor, coughing loudly as she massaged her throat.
"You're lucky I've got to take this call, I'll leave you for now and you can think about how you want this to carry on when I get back" Stevens growled, before opening up the door to her cell and walking out, talking to his phone.
Emma moaned and tried to get up, she stumbled a few times but eventually managed to get to the bed on the opposite side of the cell, she looked in the mirror and had to look away, she was slowly getting more and more cut up and she really didn't know how much longer she could keep it up.  Hopefully the medics would come in soon to do what they could to fix her, but until then she would have to do her best to ignore the pain. Emma settled down on the bed and tried to get as much rest before Stevens came back, her thoughts drifted to Laura and more pleasant memories before she fell asleep.