<strong>Emma being led away into the darkness</strong><br/><br/>Her wrists hurt behind her, pain surged through her arms. Yet there was more pain to come. Rope around one arm, tight chafing, each stand of the coarse rope rubbing her soft flesh. Then a tug, arms pulled in a position not humanly possible oth their own. Tied to the other, more pain, much more pain.<br/><br/>Under the mask Emma held back the screams of sheer pain she felt like this. Her chest was now on prominent display for him, his own trophy to touch and stroke with ease. His had was gentle on her, a contradiction of everything else he was doing to her. She had no idea the future horrors she would face with him, this was only the tip of the iceberg, and the Titanic was heading right for her.<br/><br/>Soon she felt chains, one in the back that made her body jolt as it hit her spine, one in the front. She looked like Marley's ghost with so many chains attached to her. Soon the one in the back was pulled tight against her body. Christ this guy was into getting his jollies from pain. She winced as he pulled it so she felt scraping of the chain against her most tender spots.<br/><br/>With a tug, it was time for her to go- say good bye- yeah right, only if the bitch was six feet under right now. Emma walked, no lumbered slowly behind him, the clinking of chains marking her every  step.