<strong>Emma in the pitch dark</strong><br/><br/>All she heard was footsteps coming toward her.<em>Please don't hurt me,</em>she thought to herself. She shivered as she felt the top blanket getting removed. She heard his breathing so close to her. Nothing else, just total darkness. She knew how close he was, she couldn't see him, He was like a phantom.<br/><br/>As he touched her, she jumped, not expecting the touch on her knee or hip. Emma slowly turned on her back from her side. The metal seemed to groan as she moved. Now looking at the ceiling, Emma lay there motionless, everything still heavy, and her stomaching grumbling in the dark once more.<br/><br/>"Please don't hurt me again," she whispered softly, still frightened of him and what he was capable of doing to her. Now it was a waiting game, seeing just what he would do to her while she struggled in the darkness, unaware of what he had in store for her.