He dragged Emma into a cab, the cabbie thinking boy was just taking his girlfriend home who was entirely too drunk. Envy didn't say anything to dispute him, he just kept quiet, holding her head in his lap, stroking her hair. It smelled nice. Fragrant.
Envy had told the cabbie to pull over at an apartment complex which was a few blocks from his estate. A run down, dilapidated and forgotten hospital. Envy pulled Emma out of the taxi and dragged her down the street. It was not lit, so they were just shadows upon shadowed landscape and buildings.
When she woke up she was strapped in his chair in the room he called "The Playroom". He'd given her a needle full to keep her properly sedated. He wasn't sure what he was going to do this one, but he wanted to play.