Darkness. It's all I could see as I looked around the cold, damp room. I sat down on the cement floor and pulled my knees up to my chest. It all happened so fast that my head was still spinning from the shock of it all.
I was walking out of my apartment to go to work, when a yellow taxi cab beeped it's horn and motioned me forward. I jumped in the back seat and told the attractive man where I needed to go. He seemed so friendly and had that surfer look to him that I liked. Slightly tan, big blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and a killer smile.
Then everything went to shit. The door locked and he started driving in the opposite direction of where I needed to go. When I questioned him, he said, "He asked me to get you. You are what he's been looking for, for the past four years. You complete the collection." From that point on, I can't remember much. Only the sinking feeling that I was not going to make it out alive.
I heard a creaking sound, followed by footsteps that crept closer with each passing second.
"Isabella dear, where are you? I was hoping we could have a little…uh, chat." The sickening sweet voice called out. I was scared as hell, but I had to stay strong. Charlie always told me to never let your attacker see your fear. I had to do that for my father.
The light flipped on and I squinted from the sudden brightness as the man walked forward. My eyes focused after a few moments and I stared at the young man approaching me. He ran his hands through unruly bronze hair and his emerald eyes shone with kindness. How could a man that looked like that be so evil? This was the man who took almost everything from me last year and now he was going to take the only thing I had left, my life.
He stopped in front of me and smiled in a way that made my blood run cold. I shivered as he stooped down beside me and his hand grazed my arm. He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I shrugged away from him and that seemed to spark something.
His hand enclosed around my arm and he jerked me close to him, inhaling my scent deeply. "Take off your clothes." He growled into my ear.
A whimper escaped my lips and I shook my head. "No." I said shakily through clenched teeth. His lips pursed and he smiled wickedly, darkness taking over his emerald eyes.
"Well, if you want it that way." He murmured, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke. I saw him reach into his pocket and then pulled out a knife. He grabbed my sweater and sliced through the fabric, leaving me sitting in my lacy black bra.
A smirk spread across his face and his lips crashed onto mine. His hands slipped down to my jeans, unbuttoning them in one quick motion, as his tongue pushed its way into my mouth. He tasted of mint and beer...it was revolting and I had to fight from gagging.
He unzipped my jeans and I slapped his hands to get the hell away. I tried to knee him, but missed. His hands came down on my knees, shoving my legs apart.
"Move and I'll slice your fuckin throat open right now." He warned. I stilled and watched in horror as he sliced my pants off of me. I lay still in my Victoria Secret underwear and cursed myself for wearing such skimpy panties. Of all the days to wear a damn lacy thong!
I felt his eyes take me in and I cringed as the cold blade on the knife came along my right hip, stopping on my tattoo. He made a 'tsking' sound and then the string of my panties snapped away.
He brought the blade up to my stomach and trailed it upward until he reached my bra, cutting it away. I laid there naked, cold, and fearing for my life. I knew what he was about to do and it scared me more than anything.
"Now, let's have a little fun. Shall we?" He asked, kissing my neck. He started kissing his way down to my breast, and then took one peak into his mouth. I shuddered as his tongue swirled around my nipple. I felt so dirty and used.
I tried to stay still and not move...that was my first mistake. He bit down on my tender breast and I yelled out in pain. He chuckled and ran one finger along the place he bit, spreading the blood around.
He straightened up and unzipped his jeans. I closed my eyes and waited. I didn't want to see it coming. I didn't want to be here. I sure as hell didn't want to feel a damn thing!
His cock pushed into me and I cried out at the pain that shot through me. He started thrusting roughly, and I tried to go to a happy place. I pictured Charlie and all the fishing trips he took me on. The way we used to laugh and joke around...nothing was working. The pain was unreal.
I balled my hand into a fist and lunged it toward his face, cracking into his jaw. I hit hard enough to make him stumble back. He groaned and his eyes narrowed at me.
I crawled back and tried to get away. He grabbed my foot and pulled me to him, hovering over me in the next minute. He punched me repeatedly and I could taste blood in my mouth.
Suddenly I felt a stinging feeling on my thigh. He was carving small lines along my outer thigh, going deeper with each one. I winced and tried not to scream. That seemed to just fuel the fire.
He hovered over me and thrust into me once again. "No, please no!" I whimpered, pushing against his chest. He kissed my forehead and I closed my eyes as he pushed his dick further into me repeatedly. Everything hurt and I knew I would really feel it in the morning.
Soon I was overcome with darkness...and I welcomed it.
Days two through five, he raped, tortured, and beat me. It was the sixth day and I didn't see how it was going to be any different. I was beginning to lose the will to fight. Why even bother? He was just going to kill me anyway. It was no use and I was so tired.
I heard the door open and I jumped in fear, curling into a tight ball. I couldn't take anymore. Even part of me was hurting, bruised, and covered in cuts. I was so cold and hungry. I just wanted death to find me. I would welcome it with open arms.
"Isabella dear, I think we are going to do something a bit different. I'm afraid things are getting a bit monotonous." He called in that same fuckin voice that made my skin crawl.
I opened my eyes and he was standing over me, with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He shook his head and grabbed my hair, dragging me over to the cement wall that had hand cuffs mounted to it. He jerked me up and cuffed me, so I was facing the wall.
I heard a snapping sound and jumped. I tried to turn, but was able to do so. A sharp burning pain shot against my back and it felt like he was ripping my skin away from my body. It snapped across my back again and I screamed out. It hurt like a fuckin bitch.
His hand gripped my shoulder and then a burning sensation shot through my arm as he stuck the cigarette to my arm. He pushed the hair away from my face and kissed my neck.
I heard the familiar sound of his zipper and a sob tore through my chest. "Please, don't! Please just kill me. Please!" I sobbed.
"Ssh, now that will come soon enough." He whispered. I felt his hard cock rub against my leg and I tried to move away, but there was no where I could go. His hands moved up my arms and he unlocked the hands cuff, jerking me to the floor.
"Edward, can you come up here?" I heard James yell. Edward groaned and threw the cigarette at me.
"I'll be back. Don't move bitch." He snarled. I nodded and watched as he ran upstairs. I counted to three and then moved, crying as every part of my body screamed in protest. I grabbed the car keys from his jeans and looked around. I didn't have much time.
I limped over to the cellar door, I noticed the first day I was here, and opened it. The sunlight shocked my eyes and I was blinded for a few seconds.
I recovered and climbed out, crawling toward the white van. I unlocked the door and jumped into the driver's seat, cranking the car quickly. It roared to life and I sped out of the yard, going onto the deserted street.
I drove as quickly as I could and headed toward the city. I prayed I was going the right way. I needed to find somebody soon. My bloodied back was sticking to the leather seats, and it was uncomfortable and not to mention painful.
Flashing lights shown in my mirror and I cried out in relief. I pulled over and waited for the officer to come to my window.
"Ma'am, did you realize you...oh my god, are you okay? What happened to you?" He asked worriedly, opening my door. A cool breeze blew over me and I looked down to see I was completely naked. Strangely I didn't care. Help was here and that's all that mattered to me.
I shook my head and started sobbing, throwing my arms around the young man's waist. He stumbled back and then put his arms around me. "It's okay, let's get you back to the station." He whispered.
He stepped back and took off his shirt, draping it around my shoulders. He helped me over to the police crusier and placed me in the front seat beside him. "I'm Seth Clearwater. Can you tell me your name?" He spoke softly as he drove into the city limits.
"Bella Swan." I whispered, staring down at my lap. Being this close to a man freaked me out. I hated that I was this untrusting of everyone. That fucker had taken everything away from me, and it was only a matter of time before he came looking for me to finish me off. That thought sent me into a round of hysterics and I sobbed into my hands.
"Director Samuel Uley, please." I heard Seth say into a phone. "Sir, I found Bella Swan. She's alive, but I don't see how. She's pretty cut up...Damn...okay I'll take her to the hospital...Jacob? Why?...Damn...Right away sir." He shook his head and hung up the phone.
"I'm taking you to the hospital, then Agent Jacob Black is going to come pick you up. We've been looking for you. It's amazing that we found you so soon." He said in awe. I nodded and continued to stare down at my hands.
He pulled in front of a large hospital and jumped out, running over to my side of the car. He helped me out and helped me inside.
"I need Dr. Carlisle Cullen now!" He yelled. The nurse opened her mouth and he stopped her. "I said I need Dr. Cullen now! Don't argue with me!" He snarled.
I was placed in a wheel chair, and then wheeled into an examination room. A young nurse helped me onto the bed and a few minutes later a blonde haired God walked in. I cringed away from the man. I didn't want him touching me. I didn't want anyone touching me.
"Miss Swan, this is my nurse Esme. Would you like for her to do the rape kit?" He asked in a soft voice. I looked at him and nodded. I had lost the ability to speak. He smiled in a warm way and left the room.
I laid back on the small bed and Esme helped me place my legs in the stirrups. She placed a blanket over me and then sat down, starting the examination.
"Oh honey, what happened to you?" She gasped. A sob racked through my chest and I couldn't talk. I could not speak the words. It was all too much. I kept my eyes closed as she had to poke around and collect evidence. It hurt so much.
"Okay dear, I'm done. I'm going to get the doctor to fix those wounds." She whispered and gave me a reassuring smile. She helped me out of the stirrups, then walked out of the room.
I stared up at the ceiling while I waited for the doctor to come in here. A knock sounded at the door and then Dr. Cullen walked in.
I covered myself and sat up. He didn't bother with making conversation and started working on my back. I felt the burning stinging sensation of the saline solution pouring down the deep cuts, then the tugging started as he started my stitches.
I stared at the clock the whole time and watched the minutes turn to over to an hour, it was hitting close to two hours to treat all of my cuts and burns. I was a fuckin mess.
The door opened and in walked a tall man, with smooth russett skin, wearing jeans and a tight black shirt. He wore a dark expression and scowled at me. Strangly, he looked familiar.
"Sir, you can't be in here." Dr Cullen said forcefully. The man rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket, pulling out a badge.
"I'm Special Agent Jacob Black. I'm here to guard Miss Swan." He practically growled. The doctor nodded and then stepped in front of me.
"This is a prescription for pain and this one is a sleeping pill. I figure you might need this." He patted my hand and handed me the two slips of paper. "Agent Black, I need to talk to you." He motioned the for the young man and I watched them leave.
I stared at the wall and realization hit me. I knew Jacob. My father had taken him under his wing and showed him everything he knew when he joined the force. I remember seeing him at my father's funeral. He was a man of few words, just like my father.
I put my head in my hands and starting sobbing. "Fuck you Edward. Fuck you for everything that you've taken away from me." I cried out loud.
I cried until I went numb, and then waited for someone to tell me it was time to leave.
Sorry Guys! Forgot to mention that Chapter One and Three were written by Jazzvamp90. Chapter Two was written by me: Ziomy. I'll try and do better to give credit where credit is due. Remember: Leave your comments. That's what keeps us writers up to date with what you and do not like!