<strong>Emma</strong><br/><br/>She felt a soft fabric go over her head. A hood? Well I was better than that fifteen pound helmet he had on her. Emma sighed, obviously she was not meant to be fully free of a cover over her head. Thoughts filled her mind of why. Silly thoughts. Did he think she was ugly? That he wanted he hideous face covered for no one to see? Maybe he didn't want her to determine where they were going? Surely he didn't think she would try to figure a way to escape any longer. She didn't know that it was a training method to get he hot and ready for him, but she would learn that soon enough.<br/><br/>Emma did as she was told and took three steps and stopped. She stood there quiet and waiting, waiting to hear the sound of the door opening and her chance to be out of the dank cell she had been in.