Emily felt a bright light hit her eyes, her temples throbbing as she exhaled slowly. She began to sat up in her bed when she realized she couldn't move her hands, and he eyes immediately shot down to her waist where her hands were handcuffed. Her frantic eyes traveled quickly below her waist to see her ankles handcuffed together as well, just near the foot of the bed she was lying on.

Her brown eyes traveled the room as she willed her heart to slow down. The room was a bright white, the windowpanes a little darker and bars over the glass. The drapes were a dark red, just as the bedspread underneath her, and the nightie she was dressed it.

Emily's eyebrows furrowed and she immediately felt bile rise in her throat. Whoever had kidnapped and handcuffed her had also taken the liberty of dressing her in different clothing…she had dressed herself in flannel pants and a t-shirt the night before.

Her head shot up as the door opened, and she saw a woman in uniform walk into the room, a duster in her hand. "Good morning, miss."

Emily felt her heart race as the woman made no move to get her out of the handcuffs or off of the bed. "Who are you?"

The younger woman turned to Emily and gave her a hesitant smile. "I am Hampton. Don't worry miss, he should be home soon."

Emily bit her lip as she tried and successfully failed to level her upper body against the headboard of the bed. "Who's 'he'?"

"He is the master of the home. Don't worry, he just went out to get the children." She looked back to Emily before heading towards the bedroom door. "The family will be home soon."

Emily opened her mouth just as the door closed, a lock being heard on the other side.

It was maybe fifteen minutes later, the time spent being by herself, her large eyes searching the room in frantic, when the door opened again. Emily felt her eyes widen, if even possible, as two children came running up to her, both blond and at least three to four feet tall. "Morning Miss!"

Emily moved her eyes from the young girl to the older boy by her side. "Who are you two?"

The boy's hard eyes looked to her before wrapping his arm around the younger girl beside him. "I'm Hadley, and this is my sister Eva." He fixed his little sister's jumper before looking back to the brunette on the bed. "Father said he's gonna be up in a minute."

Emily felt her mouth hang open as Hadley told his sister to go downstairs, the slight drawls of their speech making it hard to understand. She watched as the young boy, probably not even ten years of age, go back to the bedroom door, his hand on the handle. "Hadley!"

The young boy turned and looked at her, his brown eyes softening. "Yeah? Can I do somethin' miss?"

"Where's your mother? Where are we?"

Hadley looked down to his overalls and scuffed his boot across the hardwood floor. "My pa' will be here in a minute, miss. I gots to go downstairs before you get yelled at."

Emily gave a loud groan as the door was locked again, the situation giving her the biggest of headaches. She took her cuffed hands and pushed on the left of her, pushing her body up the bed so her back could lay against the headboard, knowing that if she tried to stand from the bed, she'd fall. Just as she felt her lower back go the tiniest bit numb, she watched the door open once again, her eyes hardening as a tall man walked in with a small girl sitting on his hip. "Oh! You're awake."

Emily tried to grit her teeth, but found it hard to keep a serious face with the smiling little blond girl just in front of her. "Who are you? Where the hell am I?"

"Oh Mabel please, no harsh language around the little one."

Emily felt as if the wind was knocked out of her as two sets of brown eyes watched her from the edge of her bed. "Who's Mabel? I t-think you've taken the wrong pe-"

"Trust me, you are Mabel." The man's eyes hardened on her as he sat next to her on the bed, a large grin hanging on his face. "And you will be Mabel for the rest of your days."