I do not own Twilight ~ Stephanie Meyers is the owner. This is just fan fiction.

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ALL HUMAN: Bella is kidnapped and wakes up to find herself chained to a wall in the bedroom. Who is this man who kidnapped her? He looks familiar, has he been stalking her? Does she know him? What does he want with her? Will she ever escape?

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MANY THANKS TO MY AWESOME BETA Liv16

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CH1 ~ Kidnapped

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"All right I'll call you later." I say to Jessica and Angela and walk to my car. "You're going home all by yourself?" I look up to see Jacob standing there. I know he means well, but he is practically stalking me. This is how it all started with Eric in high school, at first it was cute but then I wound up broken and shattered. I sigh, "Jacob, I told you I am not interested in dating you, it's best if we just have some time apart."

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He looked pissed, "I was just checking to see if you were going to be okay going home." I quickly unlock my car and get in and lock the door. "I am going to be fine Jacob." I yell and take off. I keep looking in my rear view mirror to make sure he doesn't follow me home.

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I make it home alone and find a spot, luckily it's close to my apartment, I get out but then I feel a hand over my mouth and another around my arms. I try to scream and get away, but start to feel dizzy. Is this Jacob? Oh God, what is he doing? Everything starts to get dark.

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I wake up and find myself in a strange bedroom, it's not my bed or walls, or window. I look around and realize that I have a handcuff on one wrist which is attached to a chain on the wall. It's a long chain and I can get to a window, but it is boarded up but I can see trees, lots of them. I can reach the door, but it's locked. I go into the bathroom, but there is nothing in there except towels , body wash, lotion and toilet paper.

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Then I see a few bags, I look through them and see all my clothes, shoes, and personal items. I see my birth control pills on the side table with some magazines and my pocket book. I look through it, but my phone is gone. I start to freak out, "Jacob let me the fuck out of here. I will kick your fucking ass. LET ME OUT NOW."

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I hear the lock on the door open, but only a part of the door opens, like in a prison movie and a tray is pushed in with a note. "Jacob let me out of here right now, this is not funny." I open the note,

Bella,

I am not Jacob, but it is good that you are spending time away from him.

He was too obsessed with you. I will tell you who I am later on, but right now I am

going to make you breakfast. I know what you like and sure you are hungry from

sleeping all night.

Why don't you take a shower, there is body wash and lotion in the bathroom

along with a towel. I brought your deodorant from your apartment, amongst other things.

Don't worry, I took care of everything, I'll explain later, enjoy your shower.

~ J ~

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Who the fuck is J? I am freaking out and feel like throwing up? This has to be Jacob, because if it is not, I am dead. I put the note down and continue looking around for something anything. I refuse to take a shower, I am not getting naked, not now or ever. I am to start thinking about how I will get out of here and what I will do. There are no clues as to where I am, but I won't stop. My desire to survive won't let me rest until I find something to protect myself with or some information.

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There is a knock at the door, and the window opens. I see a tray of food being pushed in. It smells good and I am hungry, but also afraid to eat. It could be poisoned, what if he drugs me again and tries to rape me, or has he done that already. I feel suddenly sick. Why is this happening?

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I step back away from the food. "Please eat, I know you are hungry, It's not poisoned. In fact, it is quite delicious, I am a very good cook." That voice sounds familiar, it's not Jacob, but I know the voice but can't place the name or face.

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"I just want to go home." I start to cry, I tried to be strong, but I am beyond terrified. "Bella, this is your home now, you live here with me and always will. I will explain more later on, but right now you need to eat."

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"Please, if you let me leave, I will not tell anyone, I just want to go home." I couldn't stop crying, what was he going to do with me? "Bella if you do not stop this right now, you will force me to punish you. And I know you wouldn't like it." I ran to the door and pushed the tray out and heard it slam to the floor. "Shit Bella. Why would you do that? Now, you've fucking pissed me off and messed up my floor." I heard him yell at me.

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I know that was stupid, but he was threatening me and I had to find a way out. I know I shouldn't have pissed him off, but I was trapped and scared shitless. He closed the flap in the door and I heard him cleaning up the mess. Then I heard him making all sorts of noise. Was he making more breakfast? Shit I was really hungry, why didn't I eat first then push out the tray. Wait, stop, it could've been poisoned.

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I heard him unlock the door again and this time he threw in a jar of peanut butter, a jar of jelly, a plastic spoon and a few slices of bread in a bag and a water bottle. "Now this is your fucking breakfast. I really wanted you to enjoy the blueberry pancakes and mushroom omelet. Maybe we can try again for lunch." He closed the flap and I heard him walk away.

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The bread could be poisoned but I doubt it. The peanut butter and jelly has never been opened. So I sat down and made something to eat, I needed energy to find a way out. I needed to think and figure out what to do.

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An hour later he opened the flap in the door and asked for the items back, I threw them out hoping they would break or hit him. But no such luck. He didn't say anything and walked away.

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I just sat there, too scared to read or watch TV. What was going to happen to me. Was I going to be kept in this room forever? Was he ever going to let me out? What were his plans with me?

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Lunch and dinner were the same. I decided to take the food he made me and it was good. He made chicken quesadillas for lunch and fruit salad on the side and meatloaf for dinner with apple pie on the side. He was a good cook or he could have someone else with him cooking.

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He never said anything else the rest of the day. Each time he brought food, I would plead with him to tell me what is going on? I Plead for him to let me go. I plead for him to tell me who he is? Why this was happening? Why me? But there was no response from him. I could tell it was getting dark out and I got more nervous.

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I sat on the bed and flipped on the TV, it was dead silent out there I needed some connection to reality, it was TV or nothing. After flipping through channels but not really watching anything, I started to get more nervous. What was going to happen to me, I was trying to be rational, but what if he left me here with no food and water? What if he slowly starved me to death? What if he planned to fatten me up and then eat me like in the movie 'The Silence of the Lambs'. I knew my fear was irrational, but I was kidnapped and chained to a fucking wall, in a fucking room, in a fucking house in the middle of God knows where. Then I started to think, what if Eric came back? What if he changed his mind and wanted me back? What if he was behind this? I flipped out and started trashing the room. I threw my clothes all over the place, I pulled drawers out of the dresser. I pulled the sheets off the bed and then started throwing anything I got my hands on.

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I just sat on the floor crying, I was exhausted and terrified, I just wanted to go home. I started screaming, "HELP, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!" I screamed over and over. I sat on the floor crying and screaming until my eyes got heavy and my throat hurt.

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JPOV

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I felt bad that she was so scared and confused. I never wanted her to feel like that, but there was no other way. She would have never come on her own, she'd never even looked in my direction. I watched her through the door, there was a few peep holes that I made, not that I wanted to peep on her, but had to make sure she didn't hurt herself.

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I waited till I knew she was asleep and let myself in our room and watched her sleep on the floor. I wanted to pick her up and put her on the bed, but I knew that would wake her up. I just sat on the chair and watched her. She is so beautiful, her long brown hair fell over her shoulders just touching the top of her breasts. Her skin was flawless and pale, I liked it. She was slender but curvy, her curves would feel good under me. I imagined how she would look under me when we made love, how her legs would wrap about my ass as I moved inside of her. Then I imagined her swollen belly when we would have kids, I bet she would glow and look even more beautiful. I wonder what sounds she would make when I made her cum?

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She started to stir and move, but she didn't wake up. It looked like she was having a nightmare. I wanted nothing more than to comfort her, to kiss those soft lips, but I would have to wait. I could force her, but I wanted her to want me. I wanted her to crave my body on her and in her. I would have to be patient and wait. I would have to show her that I loved her and she belonged to me and with me. I got tired and decided to sleep on the bed, it was our room after all.

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This was the room that we would eventually sleep in together each night. This was the room that we would make love in and create our family in. The room that our kids would come running into to wake us up in the morning.

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BPOV

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I woke up and realized I was still in this nightmare. Then I saw him just sitting on the bed, I got nervous, what was he going to do to me? I started to cry, "Please don't hurt me. I just want to go home, please." He stood up and walked past me into the bathroom and turned on the shower. "You need to take a shower, I will not come in their or sneak up on you, but you need to clean yourself up."

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"Everything you need is in there. Don't make me force you to take a shower." I got nervous at that thought. I stood up, "With these chains on?" he chuckles, "I will take them off you, but if you run, I will have to punish you and you will not like it," I nodded and held my hand out.

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"Go in the bathroom and take off your clothes. Give them to me and stick out your arm, then I'll take the chain off. This way I know you won't run." My eyes started to tear up, "Please don't do this to me. Please, don't hurt me." He sighed, "I promise I won't do anything to you or look. My word as a gentleman." I wanted to smack him, a gentleman wouldn't keep me chained up in his house! "A gentleman, What type of gentleman does this to a woman?" I held up my hand showing him the chain. He took a breath and then slammed his hand into the wall. I was so scared, I was trying not to look at his face, I know I should try to remember his face just in case I escape. But I am too scared to look at him. "One more time, remove your clothes so you can take a shower." he growls at me "Or I WILL take off your clothes for you."

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I cry and shake. I had no choice though, I stepped in and took off my shirt and pants, my shirt dangled on the chain, I then took off my panties and bra, I started crying. I was completely naked and he was on the opposite side of the door. He could open the door if he wanted. There was no way to trust him, I held out my arm shaking so hard. "Your socks too." He said. I took off my socks and threw them through the crack in the door. He gripped my arm tightly and I gasped and sobbed, he unlocked the handcuff but didn't let go of my arm. "I will be waiting in here for you. When you are done let me know I will hand you fresh clothes." I nodded and closed the door, but he put his foot in it, "Nope, this stays open a crack. I won't look but I can't trust YOU yet." I tried to calm down, but I was too scared.

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I got into the shower and prayed that he wouldn't hurt me. I quickly cleaned myself up and let the hot water wash off the gross feeling I had, I scrubbed where he just touched me. I thought about his face, the little that I looked at him. He did look familiar, did I know him? Has he been following me around? Watching me? I knew I saw him before, but couldn't remember where or when.

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When I finished with my shower I yelled, "I'm done. Can I have my clothes now? " He shook the chain, I need to put this back on you." I cried again, "You said I can have clothes on."

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"Yes, and you will. I will feed your bra and shirt on the chain. Can't have you try and escape before I get you chained back up." I cried, I was too scared to stick out my hand. He huffed, "No Hand, NO Clothes." I stuck out my hand. He grabbed it tightly again and put the handcuff back on. Then handed me a bra and a blue shirt on the chain and held out matching panties and blue pants.

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I finished but didn't tell him. I didn't want to see him again. "Are you all dressed?" I held back tears, "Yes." He sticks out a toothbrush had toothpaste for me. Was he kidding me? I grab them and use them. "You can leave them in there." And then he tugged on the chain and I came out. He handed me a brush and a hair clip, and that's when I noticed the room was all cleaned up.

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He motioned for me to sit on the bed, "Brush your hair and then we have rules to go over." I sat as tears flooded my eyes and then put my hair in the clip.

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WHAT DO YOU THINK? LIKE IT? HATE IT? NEXT CHAPTER - HOUSE RULES

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