The Scarred Coincidence

You Thought

Emms P.O.V~~~

i was scared out of my life. The only thing i could hear were three heart beats. Mine was beating eractickly. I thought my chest was gonna explode, then they walked in. Braden and the other man were wispering in hushed voices. The voices surrounded me  like a warm blanket coating the forest floor. Braden step forward eyeing me carefuly, like i was a decision.  A decision to be careful about, like any minute ill burst.  He reached a hand to touch mine and i scrambled back into the cold wall. Suddenly feeling claustrophobic when the two men stalked toward me.

"I think it will do." The unknown man said. It. I am not an it. Bastards.

"How much for her." I never thought i would be sold. I paniced. I tried to hide within the wall, pushing myself closer and closer by the second. My heart was racing and i couldnt get a hold of myself. Soon i couldnt even breathe. My hand whisked its way through the air plunging for my neck. I tried to find some airway, but there was none.

I was left gasping for breath. Both hands were now resting none-responsive on my neck. They kept coming till they were at my side. The unknown man was negotiating with braden both descusing something, which i couldnt hear. My sences were gone, nothing but my beating heart companying me now. Braden stood up and gestured to the unknown man out of my cell. The man stood up and took a glance at me. I was in a t-shirt. Only a t-shirt, because thats all i owned that wasnt destroyed or torn. He smirked at me with a evil glint shinning in his red eyes. Everything about him was red. His clothes, hair, and his eyes. I bet his blood is red too. Ha! I almost laughed at my own joke. Damn im good. He slowly turned around and said, " Great doin' buisness with ya'. Ill pick it up in the morning. And i want no marks on it." At his last statement bradens eyes went wide and looked at me. I hid my face in my hands, but soon peeked through far enough to see the unknown man leave.

Braden closes the cell door and stalks toward me with an unreadable expression on his face. " Im payin' good money for ya' so ya' betta' be good. If i find out your not good." He pauses and yanks at my hair, pulling my face toward his. His breathing was hot and fanning on my neck. " Ill come there myself and beat you to the brink of death an' kill ya'." I gasped and visiouslyshook my head back and forth. " Good."