It felt like an eternity had passed since Emilee had been thrown in this cell, her eyes red from crying and face stained with tears. It was beginning to make her feel pretty claustrophobic; it was roughly the size of a prison cell from what she gathered and was just as dismal as one. The walls were pure white just like the bed and there was a toilet in the corner as well as a sink. No shower unfortunately. Every part of her wished she could wash away the filth she felt just sitting here and then crawl onto the bed hoping that if she fell asleep she would wake from this nightmare. She wished that this was a dream and she was still unconscious back at the crash site. However, the reality of this being all too real was far too tangible for her to even begin to think that this was some crazy dream unfortunately.<br/><br/>She stayed in the corner, knees against her chest, and just stared at the floor in silence. There was a guard outside keeping an eye on her. Adding insult to injury probably considering she wasnâ€™t able to do anything to free herself from this place. The guard seemed to be talking with someone though she was unable to hear what was being said.<br/><br/>A shiver passed through her body when she suddenly thought she felt a sort of ghostly presence in the room. Was there something else in here with her? She lifted her head and looked around but didnâ€™t see anything. It was just her in the room and the guards outside, maybe she was just imagining things, it really made her wonder if she was already starting to lose it. There was something about that presence that was more unsettling than the cell itself. Another shiver passed through her almost as if whatever was in the room had touched her, she stood up and quickly got out of the corner, moving onto the bed, it had made her jump that badly. Her heart rate picked up for a moment as she looked around the room again. There was still nothing there. Letting out a frustrated breath she curled up on the bed and closed her eyes.<br/><br/>â€œGet up.â€ Emilee felt someone kick the bed hard, waking her from her sleep. â€œEarl has made some arrangements for youâ€¦â€<br/><br/>â€œLet go of me!â€ When the man grabbed her she tried to fight against him. She attached herself to the bed and held on for dear life and pulled herself forward in an attempt to get out of his grasp but was easily overpowered by the large man. When the man put a hand on her shoulder to pull her she twisted around and tried to bite but was restrained so she couldnâ€™t do so.<br/><br/>â€œNow, now, youâ€™re going to have to behave otherwise it wonâ€™t be pretty for you.â€<br/><br/>â€œLet me go! Pleaseâ€¦ just let me goâ€¦â€<br/><br/>â€œWhy must they always be feisty?â€ The other man inquired, at which the man who had a better grip on Emilee gave a shrug in response.<br/><br/>â€œAt least this one is human... for once.â€<br/><br/>â€œWhat? Human?â€ Emilee inquired but just got a hand clasped over her mouth. She continued to fight against the men, doing all she could to get away, but was not having any luck at all. There was one point where she almost had freed herself but the other man stepped in and grabbed her.<br/><br/>â€œYou still have quite a bit of energy I see,â€ Emilee froze when she heard Earlâ€™s voice, looking up at him with fearful eyes. He wasnâ€™t wearing his sunglasses anymore and it was the first time she noticed that he, surprisingly, had very pretty eyes; they almost reminded her of Polarisâ€™s eyesâ€¦ â€œI can tell youâ€™re going to be a fun one to work with. Youâ€™re special, very special, and I have a lot of plans for you.â€ He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, out of reaction she tried to pull away. The reaction seemed to amuse him since he just smiled and chuckled.<br/><br/>Earl was immensely impressed that a teenage girl of average build was able to fight against three men dragging her down the hall. She had a lot of energy, he liked when they had a lot of energy. The more he watched her struggle the more he absolutely needed her for his plans. Eventually her strength was spent leaving her no choice but to go along with them quietly. She was taken to another room, where there was a chair that reminded her of a dentistâ€™s chair, there was strange equipment lying around, the faint odor of blood lingered, the armrests on the chair stained red. Like the cell she had been in the walls were painted a pure white and a bright light loomed overhead that lit up every corner of the room. The men wasted no time strapping her to the chair and then backing away.<br/><br/>â€œWhat should we do with Polaris?â€ One of the men had asked.<br/><br/>â€œMonitor him of course. Heâ€™s not like the other stars so be sure to take caution when working around him.â€ Earl paused and shot a quick glance towards the clock, he groaned. Then he looked at the other man, â€œYou bring me my briefcase.â€<br/><br/>The two men nodded and then left Earl and Emilee alone.<br/><br/>â€œI just need a little of your bloodâ€¦â€ Earl said calmly as he moved towards Emilee and then started to unbutton her top. She was powerless to do anything against him, other than glare at him. When there was a knock on the door Earl moved away from her, grabbed the briefcase from the man that he had told to fetch it for him. He set the briefcase on one of the counters and took something from it that looked like a syringe, proceeding to roll up his sleeve and inject whatever was in that syringe in his veins. Emilee looked away from him when he grabbed a scalpel and returned his attention to her, speaking in that same calm voice as before, â€œThis wonâ€™t hurt muchâ€¦â€<br/><br/>Then the metal blade touched her skin cutting deep into her side and she screamed, she could feel the pouring out of the wound and into the jar he was holding, he needed at least a pint from her. Try as she may Emilee was unable to move away from the blade. The restraints on her wrists cut into her the more she struggled, as if they had been designed that way, tears streaming down her face again while her cried of agony seemed to fall on deaf ears. It was almost like he was enjoying the sound of her screaming, for it acted as a sort of encouragement for him. The more she screamed the deeper the blade went. Yet Earlâ€™s facial expression held no emotion while he worked.