<strong>Emma, chained and defeated</strong><br/><br/>Emma watched as he returned with what could only be described as something that should have been on display in a museum about torture devices. He held a mask and some odd round metal band with a lock. I coukdn't be? No, who would still make them?<br/><br/>She looked at him with sad eyes, little fire and fight still there, but not for now, not after what be had made her do. She watched as he undid the mask, lifted her head and placed the back part under her head. It was cold and uncomfortable. She did not know what to make of all this, why he would put a person through all of this. Heartless, cold, Emma feared him like she would a demon in a fairy tale. The strap stap round her, keeping her head in place, the mask chained to the floor to immobilize her.<br/><br/>She stayed silent the whole time, shock and terror gripping her. She felt like her mind would snap and bend at any moment. The dark, hard front of the mask covered her beautiful face. Emma felt trapped, like she was entombed. All because she took a ride from a stranger. Who knew that ride would be to hell. She barely listened to his words of ownership, trying not to hyperventilate in the mask. Emma closed her eyes as he asked her if she had anything to say. She couldn't words had left her, amd Emma was his prisoner, now and for the rest of her life.