It sunk in slowly, but Emma made the connection even in her sedated state. He meant Jonah. He was doing this because she was friends with Jonah. Truth be told, it scared the hell out of her that she was in this position for knowing a Virtue. She saw no way out of it. She had no secret, special skills of escape or survival even if her instinct to survive had kicked in moments ago.
Something pointy, it looked sharp. Her head lolled back as he put that cigarette in her mouth and coughed before spitting it onto the floor. She didn't smoke; in fact, she hated the stuff and that was just insult to her. But there was the matter of the knife, which had finally registered in her brain. A sickening, terrified feeling overcame her and she began to struggle.