Though there were noises outside the small room where she was being kept Emilee wasnâ€™t sure whether or not Polaris had come to her rescue. Uninhibited whimpers left her, seemingly in a strange rhythm that was indescribable, and her entire body trembled with fear. Likewise tear stains burned her cheek. It felt like she had been sitting in this room for an eternity since she had been thrown in here. She hated the world right now and wanted nothing more than to get out of here, she wanted to scream, she was not a malicious person but she wanted to kick the living shit out of that man. But more importantly she wanted Polaris and her uncle to be safe. What did these men want with Polaris? From what she gathered from them they knew his secret, they knew that he was a star, but she failed to gather what they wanted from him.<br/><br/>What she did know was that it was for some kind of research; these men were scientists, the stereotypical sick, twisted, evil scientists no doubt. Thinking back to what that man had said, the way he treated her, made her sick to her stomach.<br/><br/>She stiffened in her chair when she heard the door burst open suddenly thinking it was one of the men coming back to torment her some more. When the blindfold was taken off of her she flinched, blinking from how bright everything had gotten all of a sudden, â€œPolaris!â€ Emilee was relieved because she knew she would be getting out of here but she felt dread because he had fallen right into their hands. It was just as they had planned, and no matter how much she wanted to call out, to warn him, she couldnâ€™t find her voice. She was still frozen where she stood as well, almost like her legs had turned to stone, and try as she may she couldnâ€™t clear her mind and wish herself out of here like she wanted to. It was frustrating but she remained strong to the best of her ability, gathering her thoughts to wish the two out of here instead of breaking down and crying.<br/><br/>Then just like that what little strength she had mustered was crushed when behind her a man wearing sunglasses suddenly grabbed her and held her against him to where she couldnâ€™t get away. When she tried to struggle he held a decent sized knife against her throat, firmly, but not firmly enough to draw any blood. Emileeâ€™s body began to tremble in fear again and the tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes spilled over while she whimpered. For some strange reason the man didnâ€™t seem to be bothered by the brightness or the unnatural warm temperature in the room. Those sunglasses he wore, she was certain, played a part in why. His presence in the room also seemed to make the men trying to hold Polaris act different, a little more aggressive and unwilling to let him go in spite of how hot his temperature has become, leading Emilee to believe that this man was more than likely the big boss of the place.<br/><br/>â€œI must say, Polaris, getting you here had been easier than expected, to think you had become this attached to this girl so quickly.â€ The man with the sunglasses said. â€œNow that you have graced us with your presence allow me to explain why youâ€™re here. You see, we need you to help us out with some research weâ€™ve been doing. Now you can choose to fight us or you can quietly cooperate.â€ The man paused, giving a sinister smile, â€œHowever, I have my doubts that youâ€™ll cooperate so allow me to do someâ€¦ friendly persuadingâ€¦â€ He began to move the knifeâ€™s blade along her cheek gently; she could feel how sharp it was but dared not make a move to try and get away. It was not long before the knife began to move down further, to her neck and then tracing her breasts.<br/><br/>With a cruel smile he dragged the blade along Emileeâ€™s ribs, cutting through her clothing. Emilee screamed the moment the knifeâ€™s cold blade touched her skin.