The room is dark and so quiet that it's impossible to know how long I've been sitting here. I strain to hear anything that might hint at what is going on but I get nothing. There must be no windows in the room as absolutely no light enters and no light shines through anywhere along the wall. Are there doors? It's impossible to tell. The seconds stretch out as my heart beat accelerates, and fear begins to take root in the pit of my stomach.

Eventually, after five minutes or five hours, I hear a soft creaking and I can tell someone is approaching. My breath quickens as the creaking seems to come closer at an agonizingly slow pace. I try to think back to the afternoon and I can't make the images in my mind make sense. My head is hazy and I am disoriented by the dark and strange surroundings. I move to my left in a futile attempt to back away and bump into a piece of furniture. I fall forward and catch myself on something hard, cursing quietly as my ankle twists under me.

At the sound of my voice the slow creaking suddenly stops and the silences feels creepier to me than before. I know that someone is out there, somewhere nearby and possible even in the same room. I can't hear anything else but the sound of my own breathing. After what feel like a long time the creaking starts again. This time they are impossibly nearer to me and the sound comes from so close I can feel their presence next to me.

"Hello?" my voice is shaky but I can't stand the silence anymore.

A soft chuckle comes from a few feet away from me and I jump in surprise. "Isabella…" my name comes from his mouth in a soft whisper.

I wrap my arms across my chest as I hear him come closer to me. Suddenly I feel a cold finger trace a line from my elbow to my shoulder and I shiver and jump back involuntarily. "No you don't!" he wraps a hand around my forearm, and his voice is full of amusement.

"What happened? Who are you?" I am baffled; the last thing I remember is leaving the grocery store and I have no idea how I could have gotten into this dark room with this man. A horrible thought comes to me, and I wonder if I am going to die here.

"Edward Cullen." His voice is confident and I can tell that he is smiling as he speaks. Him telling me his name, if it is a real name, is not a good sign for me. There's no way he'd tell me who he was if he planned for me to leave this room.

"What – what are you going to do to me?" The terror is plain in my voice and he lightens his grip on me slightly.

"Nothing you won't want, Isabella." He turns me slightly to face him but I can't make out any of his features. His tone implies that he has definite plans for me and an unwelcome thrill runs through me. "Getting excited baby?" his soft voice washes over me as he run a hand from my sternum straight down to the bottom of my shirt. As he grazes my breasts I gasp and hear him chuckle slightly. "See, nothing you don't want."

He moves me back a few steps and orders, "Sit." I don't move an inch, and I am frozen with fear. In an instant his hands are on my shoulders and he is pushing me down and back until I land on a soft surface that I assume is a couch. "You should really do as I say." His voice is void of all humor and I lick my dry lips nervously. Anger flares in me and my stomach twists at the idea of obeying someone.

"Don't make that face." I can feel his breath in my ear and the way he can move around me so silently is very unnerving. His hand creeps down to the bottom of my shirt again and in one smooth motion he rips the shirt off of my body. He leans further down and removes my sneakers and unzips my jeans before he rips those off of me as well. He throws the clothes to the side and leans back as if he is admiring the sight in front of him. I don't believe he can see in the pitch dark of the room, but I don't have much time to think as he uses the finger tips of both hands to run trails up and down my exposed body.

"Beautiful and you're so responsive!" he sounds pleased and I am sick to discover that my body is responding to him. As he traces his fingers closer and closer to my breasts I can feel my nipples harden. I am lost in his slow rhythm when I feel him pinch my right nipple hard. I squeal with pain and surprise but the pinch sent a jolt of electricity down to my groin. He slips my bra straps from my should and slips it down so my breasts are exposed to him.

Right after the pinch I feel something wet and cold clamp down on my nipple, and I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth "Arrrgh." This is wrong, I should be fighting him off and screaming, not moaning in pleasure. I chastise myself but there is nothing I can do. I have no idea what is coming next, and I don't have to wait long as his mouth comes off of my peak and he clamps down on the other. I can't control the waves of sensation his actions are sending through me.

"You like that?" his voice sounds cold and calculating. He pinches the free nipple roughly as he stretches it out away from my body. "How about this?" he bites down on me and I yelp helplessly. "Oh yea, I like hearing that sound." He switches nipples again and uses his free hand to trail a path from my stomach to the center of my legs.

I try to twist away from him as some sense returns to me. "No, No! Don't do this." This only seems to spur him on and he dips his fingers down into my panties trace my clitoris. "Mmmmhhmm." I jump at the sensation and his mouth vibrates with laughter against my breast. This sends tingling sensations down my stomach and I tilt my pelvis toward his rotating fingers. He quickly rips my panties to the side and I am naked in front of him.

"What do you want Isabella?" It's hard to concentrate as his pace increases and he slowly slips a finger inside of me. "Well…well I think I see what you want."

I shake my head, denying what my body clearly wants. "Am I leaving this room Edward?"

My question catches both of us off guard and he pauses his movements as I hold my breath waiting for his answer. "No, Isabella, you won't be." His voice sounds contrite but his confession is very chilling.

"Oh!" My mind seems to shut off as he continues inserting his finger inside of me easily. He pumps the finger slowly, flexing it halfway in and hitting all of my hot spots. I feel my body let go, and I realize I may as well enjoy this moment because it will be one of my last.

"That's right, just relax and enjoy this. You smelled amazing at the store today but mixed with your arousal it's almost overwhelming." He adds a second finger as he picks up the tempo with both. I start to grind myself against him before the fingers quickly disappear. And I groan in withdrawal.

He trails his lips down my stomach the icy trail he leaves behind feels like it is on fire. His tongue traces my pelvic bone down to the small tuft of hair I have above my lips and I can feel him breathe in deeply. "Mmmm heaven" he moans before continuing down to my clitoris. He traces slow lazy circles and figure eights over my most sensitive spots. I can feel the muscles in my lower stomach clench tightly and I wriggle away from the strong sensations.

"No – no Isabella. I want to see this before we're finished. Come for me." His fingers appear against as he slips two easily inside of me. I squeal as wave after wave of intense sensations flow over me. Soon the muscles that were clenched so tightly begin to unravel and I let myself go. I am squeezing his fingers deep inside of me as I gasp in quick breathes.

He stands and I can hear a zipper being pulled down. I tingle all over and I wonder if he is going to fuck me next. I turn crimson at the thought but I don't have to wonder for long as he takes my face in both hands and instructs me. "Want a taste?" he traces my lips with a finger and they quiver I anticipation. "I know you do. Open your mouth Isabella."

His words shock me but I do as I say, I open my mouth and try to prepare for him. Slowly I feel his grip become firmer on my head as he slips himself inside of my mouth. He moans loudly and this eggs me on. He tastes amazing, and even though this has not been a favorite activity for me I find that I enjoy the feel of him inside of me. He begins to pump himself in my mouth slowly and I try to concentrate on sheathing my teeth.

"I have to have you now." He pumps himself a final time into my mouth and pulls himself back. He pushes me down further into the couch and opens my legs roughly. There is nothing gentle about him now as he positions himself over me and lines himself up with my opening. In one fluid motion he is inside of me and I gasp at the sudden intrusion. He pushes my legs even wider apart as he pumps into me harder and faster.

The sensation is pain mixed with pleasure and I can feel myself clamping down on him again as he leans forward to bite each of my nipples in turn. I lean my head back giving in fully to the feeling of him inside of me and close my eyes. He growls over me and I feel his lips at my throat. "Oh Isabella, you're exposing yourself to me in all the right ways." I don't understand how I can be more exposed than I already was, splayed in front of him with my clothing ripped aside so I say nothing.

His pace begins to quicken and I can sense that he is close to letting go himself. His mouth moves to my neck and he pulls his lips back to expose his teeth. Suddenly fear shoots through me again and I try to move my neck away from him. He reaches an arm up to my face to hold me still and runs his tongue from the base of my ear to my shoulder before I feel his teeth against me.

He places the slightest bit of pressure against me with him teeth and a sharp pain burst through me. "Ahhh!" I scream out as I feel his lips form a seal around the bite and suck on my neck. He continues to pound inside of me, lowering a hand to circle once again around my clitoris. "Ahh! Hmmm!" I scream out in both pain and ecstasy as I fly over the edge for the last time. I can feel him unload inside of me but he keeps moving and sucking.

The last thing I hear is, "You're too sweet to let go, I think I'll keep you." He pulls away from me and the burning pain begins.