TITLE: THE COLLECTED
GENRE: Paranormal Suspense
Emma knew he needed her talent when the door crashed open and the Collector limped over the threshold. He dragged his left leg behind him, smearing blood across the floor with his foot. Her heart sank.
The Collector staggered across the room to the curio cabinet. Glass bottles of various shapes and sizes occupied the shelves and spotlights illuminated the carefully placed bottles, casting colorful shadows. Emma waited inside her bottle on the second shelf. She could pray he'd pass her by, but that would be a wasted prayer. She knew what he needed, and none of the others could give it. His eyes scanned over them all, but stopped on her.
He sighed, grasped Emma’s bottle with one shaky hand and twisted the lid enough to loosen it. The vessel was still capped when he brought it to his lips and in one fluid motion he removed the lid and inhaled, drawing Emma into his lungs.
She gasped as a wave of his pain overwhelmed her. His left leg was on fire and throbbed with each racing beat of his heart. The room tilted and he plopped down on the only chair, unsure if he was going to throw up or pass out.
Fix it, he thought at Emma. And no funny business. If I have to force you this time, I’ll make you remember George for me? Do you want that?
He placed one image in her mind, but it was enough: George. His hand pulled back and balled in a fist. His usually handsome features distorted by fury and fear.
Emma’s stomach flipped and the Collector chuckled