[b] Emma - Her Cell - Sadistic Brad [/b]

Emma cringed at every words that rolled from this guy's mouth. Who was Tyler and why did he want her? She wanted to be poetic and say something like, "I won't scream for you.", but she could help but cry as he clenched her locks of hair in his fists and dragged her head to his face and breathed his putrid breath into her nostrils. He was close enough to kiss her lips, and she was almost surprised when he didn't. 

A heavy sob broke from her heaving chest as he spoke his words. "And all the men will get a taste if they want. We all share around these parts. Sharing is a part of living now, you see?" She was going to be here for a long time... She would be raped until she gave in, or killed herself... He threw her back to the ground and she rolled to back of the cell. She spit dirt from her lips and wrenched on the horrid taste. He turned away and walked out, but not before kicking a clump of dirt onto her. The soccer jersey was filthy now; and she could already feel the bindings rubbing her wrists raw through the sleeves. Number Ten, Lionel Messi.... more like number one play toy, Emma Jane Crowe. 

[i]You should have gone with Aleck, you IDIOT![/i] She silently screamed over and over until she thought she was saying it aloud.