WARNING: There is a scene of rape in this chapter. I have carefully marked where it begins and where it ends, so you can skip over it if you want to.


BPOV

Something brushed against my face.

At first I thought it was Edward, so I snuggled into it, smiling contently. Then I heard laughing that clearly wasn't Edward.

My eyes popped open and I sat up abruptly, making myself dizzy and unable to see what was around me. I put a hand to my head, trying to press out the pounding inside it and squinted around at the room.

I saw what was brushing against my face. Or who.

There was a woman sitting on the floor beside me with straight light brown hair, wearing jeans and a black vest. She swinging a bright pink feather boa around her head. Every time it would come around, it would brush past my face.

What the fuck?

"She's awake!" The odd woman called, not taking her eyes off me or stopping her feather boa.

I didn't know what to do.

Where the hell am I? Who is this strange woman? What happened? Where's Edward?

I groaned, everything making my head pound harder.

"Well, well, well… the princess is awake." A familiar taunting voice said, drawing my attention to a doorway.

Alistair.

His deceivingly charming smirk was plastered across his face and his blonde hair just as messy as it had been earlier.

"You!" I shouted at him, rage coursing through my body. "What the hell is your problem?"

"Ohhh… You're a feisty one. I can see why Edward likes you." He remarked, propping his hip against the doorframe.

My chest seized up at the mention of Edward. Where was he? Is he even alive? Surely Edward wouldn't have let Alistair out of that club alive had he known that Alistair had taken me.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"Edward's unavailable." Was all he said, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward me. "We have a lot to talk about, Isabella."

"How do you know my name?" I asked, remembering that Edward had made it a point not to say my name in front of this man.

"I know a lot about you. I know that your name's Isabella Swan. I know that you're eighteen… Lucky, lucky Eddie." He paused, raising his eyebrows up and down in a suggest manner. "And I know that your father is Chief Charles Swan."

There.

"What does my father have to do with any of this?" I asked. But I knew, deep down. Alistair had made a point of putting the title 'Chief' before my dad's name and from what Jasper had told me, this man wasn't good… at all. I wasn't stupid, I knew there was a connection in there somewhere. I just needed to find it.

Alistair sat down next to me, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into his side roughly. His fingers digging into my shoulder painfully, making me wince and squirm away from him, but I wasn't going anywhere.

"Your father did something to me and my business, that I'm still holding a bit of a grudge over. See, daddy dearest helped lead the police investigation against my drug business. He destroyed my business and put many of my friends in prison. My own brother went to prison because of it. I did some digging on old Chief Swan and found out a lot of things, but nothing I could get him with. Until… I spotted his daughter getting finger fucked by one of my old associates. I couldn't believe my luck." He explained, snickering at my red face when he mentioned what Edward and I been doing.

"What do you want from my father?" I mumbled.

"Hmmm… That's the big question, isn't it? I could ask for just about anything if I threatened your life. I could get him to pay ransom, I could get him to come in himself - I'm sure we could work out a trade. I could get him to publicly announce something that would ruin his career and life - whether it was true or not. And so many other things. Thankfully I've got some time to decide." Alistair said, grinning widely, an expression that normally would have made him look friendly, but all I saw the menacing and slightly insane look to it.

I had to keep taking deep breathes in order to keep from shaking. I didn't want to show this man weakness. I knew he'd use I against me, in some way.

"What are you going to do with me?" I asked. Not knowing was killing me inside.

"You will be kept here, in this room, until I get what I want." He said simply, squeezing me impossibly tighter to him.

Alright… but what's he going to do to me in this room?

I looked around me fully for the first time. The room was pretty bare; a small bed that Alistair and I were currently sitting on, a chair in the corner, a rug covered only part of the floor, and a small plastic table that held one of the smallest TV's I've ever seen. There were no windows, the walls were white, but something weird I noticed was that the exposed part of the floor was made of cement.

The first thing popped into my mind was basement.

Would Alistair bring me to his house and keep me in own basement? Something told me that he's smarter than that, unfortunately.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Do you honestly think I'm about to tell you that?" He asked, giving me a look out of the corner of his eye.

I huffed and tried to pull away from him again, but his grip was too strong.

"If you're going to torture me or something, just get on with it!" I spat at him.

The girl still in the room actually laughed at me, flinging that damn pink boa around her neck. Is she insane?

"Oh no… I'm not going to hurt you, princess… much. Although, the way Edward treated me back at the club makes me want to get a little revenge on him. But, we'll save that for later. We've got a while to play." Alistair said creepily. I couldn't resist the shudder than ran through me and he chuckled.

"Where's Edward?" I tried again.

I wasn't expecting him to push me forward, face first off the bed and onto the cement floor. I caught myself on my hands, jarring my arms.

"What the hell is it with Edward?" Alistair shouted, standing up and walking around the room.

I stayed where I was, afraid that if I moved he'd do something else to hurt me.

Jasper told me to do whatever it took to stay alive. If that meant kneeling on a cold floor for a few minutes, then I'd do it.

"She's pretty." The weird girl commented out of nowhere.

I glanced at her through my hair, seeing her looking at me with her head tilted, her hazel eyes boring into me.

Alistair ignored her, just kept pacing the room and muttering angrily. I kept my eyes on the girl though, really looking her. She was young, maybe as young as me. Her long brown hair was thin and lanky, her eyes were curious and slightly superior as she looked down her long nose at me. She was thin, her exposed legs like rails and even through the clothing, I could tell the rest of her was just as thin and boney.

I also noticed how her jaw kept twitching every twenty seconds or so. This brought my mind to some form of drug use. Having a cop as a father, you grew up knowing all the signs of drugs. Her skin wasn't pock marked or scabby, she actually had a nice complexion, so I crossed meth off my mental list of drugs.

My next guess would be cocaine. It would explain her being so skinny, her random, insane comments and twitching.

I have been kidnapped, am being kept by drug smugglers or whatever the hell Alistair called it, and I'm waiting for the borderline crazy man to figure out what he wants my father to do for my life.

Maybe I should just kill myself now.

I mean really, what are the chances of Jasper finding me before Alistair either rapes me or hands me off to my father or someone else? And then god knows what condition I'll be in. And then there's Edward. Did I really have the strength to live through being tortured, only to be 'saved' and then told that Edward's dead?

No. I don't think I could do that.

I tried not thinking about it, but the silence in the room did nothing to help.

"It's not just about my father, is it?" I started quietly. "You wanted to get one over on Edward."

"He always did like the pretty ones with a bit of brains." Alistair quipped. "My main goal here is Chief Swan, but yes, seeing the look on Edward's face when I told him that I had my men going after you was immensely satisfying. And so were his brains spattered all over the pavement when I shot him in the head."

"No!" I screamed, choking on the sob that tore through my throat.

I saw red. Through my tears and absolute fury, there was nothing but him. Standing there, gloating down at me with a smug look on his face.

I snapped, Jasper's words of caution flying out of my head as I lunged at Alistair, wrapping my hands around his neck, making him fall backwards onto the ground, trying with all I had to choke the life out of him.

He gasped a few times, clutching at my wrists. My nails dug into his skin, drawing blood. I wasn't letting go so easily.

It was only a few seconds before he got a good grip and threw me off to the side. But I took a lot of skin and blood with me.

"Fucking bitch!" He yelled, holding his neck.

My body was shuddering from both the harsh breaths I was forcing in and out of my chest and the rage coursing through my body.

Edward can't be… not like that… no…

I barely paid attention to him getting up and stomping off to the door. I faintly heard him shouting something, but I blocked it out.

Tears ran down my face, sobs bursting from my throat.

Edward… not Edward…

I let out a scream and curled into myself, tears falling onto the floor, forming small puddles.

Heavy footsteps, different from Alistair's echoed through the room, but I still didn't look up.

I probably should have.

My hair was yanked back painfully and a hand cracked against my cheek, making pain explode inside my head.

Whoever was holding onto my hair let me go. I expected them to go away, but instead received several sharp kicks to my ribs and stomach.

By the time he was finished, I was gasping and wheezing, curled into a ball trying to protect myself. Everything from my waist up was on fire.

I pressed my cheek against the cold floor, trying to ease the burn in it.

The man didn't say anything, just walked off the way he came in.

I didn't dare move, I couldn't move, so I huddled in a ball and let the pain wash over me.

Alistair walked back in a while later and kneeled down next to me.

"If you ever try something like again, you'll be wishing for this." He hissed into my face.

"You can't… kill me…" I mumbled painfully. My entire body felt like I'd gone through a meat grinder.

"I just need to keep you alive. That doesn't mean I can't punish you if I want." Alistair growled.

He grabbed my arm roughly, making me cry out, and dragged me back onto the bed.

The first thing that ran through my mind was that he was about to rape me, but all he did was pull a chain over that was connected to the wall and chained my wrists together in metal cuffs. The chain wasn't very long, maybe three feet, so I was confined to the bed.

Alistair backed away from me to stand next to the girl that was still sitting on the ground, acting like she didn't just see that guy beat the shit out of me.

"Isabella, this is my girlfriend, Bree. You'll be seeing a lot of her. Think of her as your jailor. She'll keep you company in here whenever I ask, she'll bring you your food and water, and she's pretty much got free rein to do anything she wants, short of killing you. Enjoy." With that, he turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.

My eyes slid over to Bree, she was still staring at me and looked somewhat passive and bored. I couldn't tell if she'd stay like that or if she would snap and do something.

That's the most dangerous thing.

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Bree came in and out of the room at various times, spending hours inside with me and then leaving, she could be gone for just as long if not longer.

I got fed twice a day, Bree brining me plates of bland food, but I couldn't complain. The only time I was unchained was when Alistair would come in and walk me to the restroom down a hallway, making Bree go into the bathroom with me while he stood outside and waited. Then he'd take me back to the room and chain me back up on the bed.

At least I could be thankful that I had something semi soft to sit on, not the cold cement ground. I still had my black dress and it was getting really uncomfortable to be in all the time. I had to keep pulling the hem down to cover my thighs, which was driving me insane.

My best guess was that I'd been here about eleven days. Eleven days of being in a room with some crazy, drugged out girl. Eleven days of Alistair coming in here and taunting me with my father and Edward. Eleven days of being chained to a damn wall.

It took everything inside of me not to just break down. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction. So every night I took the opportunity to cry, about everything. About being here, about all the things they did to me… and most of all, about Edward.

It killed me a little inside each time I thought his name. I've cried myself to sleep over him every single night that I've been here.

If I could, I'd go back and leave him that first day. Because it would mean that he would still be breathing… still walking around and spending days with his family on the island.

God… how I would give anything to be back on the island. Just for another day… I'd even take ten minutes.

But now, I was huddled up on the corner of the bed, leaning against the wall and drawing patterns on it with my fingers.

Bree was in here with me, sitting in the chair in the far corner, bent over a small mirror. She did this at least once a day in here. It only took me about twenty seconds on the first to understand what she was doing.

Sitting over there, snorting lines of coke off that mirror. I'd shudder every time I heard her suck up a line through a rolled up dollar bill.

I tensed when she snorted her first line and the three after that.

"You're no fun." She called over to me.

"Sorry." I mumbled, not really meaning it. Like I was going to abide by this girls idea of fun.

Bree came over to me and set the mirror with a line of white powder still on it on the bed beside me, looking down at me expectantly.

"Do it." She commanded, nodding toward the powder.

My eyes widened as I looked up at her.

Was she seriously trying to make me do a line of coke?

"Ummm… No thanks. I'm good." I said.

Bree reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling me until I was leaning over the mirror. I could barely see my reflection through all the white powder.

"Do it!" She repeated, louder and more forcefully, thrusting the dollar bill under my face.

I seriously thought about taking the mirror and throwing it against the wall. Not only would the coke be useless, but I would probably be able to kill Bree with a piece of the glass. But then what? Alistair was out there somewhere, not to mention numerous other people. I couldn't kill them all with a little piece of broken glass. And if I did it just to get rid of the cocaine, Bree would only get mad and Alistair would punish me, then bring in more coke for me to do.

Shit.

One line of cocaine won't kill me, right?

I slowly took the rolled up bill from her, bringing it up to my nose, trying to copy what I've seen her do. I lined it up with the coke, praying that this wouldn't do any damage or make me addicted to it.

I closed my eyes, braced myself and inhaled sharply and deeply, running down the whole three inch line.

My nose burned, my eyes watered and I fought the urge to sneeze. I tried not to show any disgust by it, afraid she'd make me do another one just to fuck with me.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Bree asked rhetorically, going back to her corner with the mirror in hand.

Thank God.

I curled back up into a safe little ball and rubbed at my nose when she wasn't looking. It itched and burned like hell.

After a while, I started to get jittery and more nervous than usual. My leg wouldn't stop shaking up and down and my eyes darted around the room. It felt kind of like I was on the mother of all caffeine rushes.

Alistair came in then, walking over to me and grabbing my chin, making me look up at him, but I avoided his eyes.

"How much did you give her?" He asked Bree over his shoulder.

"Just a line." She chirped.

He snorted and let go of my chin, walking over to Bree.

"Stand up." He commanded her. Without a second thought, Bree stood, only a few inches away from him.

Alistair gripped her face much like he had mine and kissed her roughly. I looked away, facing the wall. Feeling embarrassed for some reason and not wanting to watch my captors make-out.

I was nervous… They'd never done anything like this before. Hell, I don't think I'd ever seen him show affection to Bree, let alone kiss her in front of me.

Moans sounded through the room and my eyes widened.

What the hell are they doing?

I was afraid to turn around and see.

A minute or two later, the moans stopped and I heard the door shut. Slowly, I turned back around, expecting to see Bree sitting back in the chair, but instead I saw Alistair standing there, watching me intently.

Uh oh…

"You are such a pretty little girl… no wonder Edward kept you around." He muttered, walking toward me in a very unfriendly way.

WARNING: SCENE BEGINS

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I slowly curled my legs under me, pressing as close to the wall as I could, as I watched his every step toward me. I noticed that he wasn't walking right and looked at his face. His eyes were red and bleary and he look unusually pale.

He's high…

"But that face can't be the only thing Edward liked." Alistair mumbled, licking his lips.

I frantically pulled on the chain around my wrists, but it was anchored to the wall and there was no way I could pull it out. I couldn't undo it from my wrists either. It was tight and there was a lock that required a key only Alistair had.

"Please don't." I whispered to him.

Of course, he ignored me and sat down on the bed, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me away from the wall to him.

Oh God… Oh God… I think I'd take Demitri over this.

I knew what he was going to do to me. He was going to rape me, and there was nothing I could do about it except scream until my voice went hoarse. At least with Demitri there had been a chance. I could fight him and not feel like I was completely helpless.

Maybe it will be over quick.

Alistair grabbed my chin, and kissed me on the mouth, his tongue forcing my lips apart. I choked on a sob and tried to turn my head away, but he was too strong.

It was a sloppy, messy, disgusting kiss. Nothing like the warm, gentle kisses Edward had given me.

He pulled away and pushed me back onto the bed, crawling over me and pushing my legs apart, settling his hips between them. I brought my hands up to try to hit him, but he caught them and pinned them over my head.

"Get off me!" I yelled, thrashing around.

He didn't say a word or even acknowledge that I'd spoken. The hand not holding my hands up reached down between us and pushed up my dress. He started undoing his jeans and pushed them down enough for…

I shuddered and cried out, Jasper's words echoing in my head.

Don't fight… I'll find you… just stay alive.

Did I really want to be alive after this?

I turned my head, burying my face in my arm and sobbed. I felt his rough hand going up my leg and he shifted against me.

Suddenly I realized that he wasn't wearing a condom.

I wasn't too worried about getting pregnant; I'd gotten my last birth control shot before I went on the trip to Brazil. What I was worried about was STDs. God only knows what someone like Alistair could have.

Before I could utter a single word, he pushed himself inside me violently, making me scream out. He grunted against my shoulder as he thrust in and out of me, his breathing picking up after a few moments.

I screamed and cried, trying to push him off me with my feet, but it just wasn't working. His fingers dug painfully into my thigh, holding me to him.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine I wasn't here… that I was back on the island with Edward and we were on the beach… he was holding me, telling me how much he loved me.

Thankfully, it only lasted a few minutes. I blocked most of it out, but whenever it would get particularly painful, I was drawn back into reality. He was grunting and sweating above me, mumbling things I didn't pay attention to.

Edward… Edward… I want Edward.

I sobbed louder, biting into my lip harshly, making it bleed.

Finally, he finished, freezing over me and cursing. He collapsed on top of me and was squishing me until he rolled off, sitting on the edge of the bed and doing up his pants.

My entire body was shaking from the force of my cries. Everything from my waist down burned and it felt like my insides had been torn apart. I slowly lowered my hands and pushed my dress back down to my thighs, covering myself up as much as possible.

"Stop fucking crying you drama queen." Alistair muttered.

"Fuck you." I growled at him.

"You just did princess. But we can always go for round two if you want me that bad." He sneered.

"Get out!" I screamed at him.

He gave me a look, but got up and sauntered to the door.

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"I'll be back." He called tauntingly behind his shoulder.

I watched him walk out and close the door, and fully broke down. Hysterically sobbing, I fought to breathe through my tears, my throat closing up and my chest constricting. Every move I made was painful, I couldn't fold my legs under myself anymore, so I just pressed myself against the wall, rocking back and forth.

I stayed like this all day. No one came back in to bother me, leaving me to drown in my misery.

But I couldn't be so lucky for long.

Alistair came back inside, making me flinch away.

"Awww… Don't look so upset, you might hurt my feelings." He feigned hurt.

I scowled at him, but didn't say anything.

"Isabella… we need to talk." He said seriously, using my name for the first time in days.

"About what?" I asked warily, my voice hoarse.

"Edward's family seems to be looking for you." He said calmly. I flinched when he said that name, but Alistair didn't care and continued on talking. "They landed in Greece a few days ago and are looking everywhere for you, but they just can't seem to get any kind of leads."

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked him.

Was he trying to give me false hope or something?

"I need to call your father and tell him about this little situation." Alistair said simply.

He hadn't called Charlie yet? What the hell's been going on the past two weeks then?

Without saying anything else, he started dialing numbers on the cell phone.

"Hello! Is this Charles Swan?" Alistair asked in that deceptively charming voice. The same voice he used that night in the club. I couldn't tell that he was a lunatic keeping someone prisoner.

"I have something that might interest you." Alistair carried on.

I clenched my eyes shut, hating that I had to listen to this.

"Well, I happen to have your daughter here. And if you don't give me what I want, I'm going to kill her." He said, his smile never breaking.

I gasped at his bluntness, but shouldn't have been surprised.

I could hear Charlie's voice screaming at Alistair through the phone.

Alistair held the phone out to me and I slowly reached up to take it from him, bringing to my ear.

"Dad?" I asked shakily.

"Bella… are you alright?" He asked. I could hear the strain in his voice, obviously trying not to break down.

"I'm fine." I lied.

"Bella, don't worry, I'll find a way to get you out of there." Charlie promised.

I started to say something else, but Alistair ripped the phone out of my hand.

"There, you know she's alive." He said. "Now, I want fifty million dollars. And you, Swan to come deliver it himself."

No…

Even if Charlie could afford that - which I know he can't - if he came himself, Alistair would most likely kill him anyway.

Charlie must have said something that Alistair didn't like very much, because he looked angry for a moment, before getting that look on his face. That smug, knowing, 'I'm invincible' look.

"For every day that I don't have the money, I will torture your daughter in various ways." He said, smiling to himself.

My breath caught in my throat.

I'm going to die here.

There's no way that my parents can get fifty million dollars in a couple days. Even with Phil's baseball contract, that was only about three million a year.

Alistair would have tortured and raped me to death long before Charlie could get even half the money.

He said something else and ended the call.

"Let's see how fast daddy comes up with the big dough." He sneered and walked out, leaving me all alone once again.

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"Wake up!" A voice jarred me out of my sleep.

I did as it said and opened my eyes, jumping when I saw Alistair standing over me.

"Your daddies time is up, time for some fun." He smirked, unlocking the chains from my wrists and pulled my up by my arm.

I started to panic, fully awake now and realizing what he was saying.

It had been two days now since Alistair had called Charlie and now because he didn't have the money, I was about to be tortured or raped again.

He pulled me down the long hallway with him and I wondered where he was taking me for this. Did he have a torture dungeon set up for this or something?

I was confused when he stopped at the bathroom door and opened it, pushing me inside. He shut the door behind us and locked it.

I squeaked when he picked me up in his arms bridal style and then the next thing I know, he tosses me and I'm flying through the air, landing in what feels like a liquid iceberg. I gasped and yelled, panicking as I was surrounded by frozen water.

He had thrown me in the bathtub, which was apparently filled with the water that the Titanic went down in.

"Oh my God!" I yelled, scrambling to get out. Alistair just pushed me back in and kneeled down beside the tub.

He pulled out a knife and my panic kicked into high gear.

"No, no, no!" I screamed hysterically.

Alistair didn't listen to me, just wrapped his hand around my wrist and jerked my arm out straight. He brought the knife down, slicing through my skin like it was butter.

I screamed and cried, trying to pull away from him but he wasn't letting me go.

The cut was about three inches long and was dripping blood into the freezing water.

"Stop!" I cried.

"Shut up!" He barked at me and cut me again on a different part of my forearm.

This was what the next hour consisted of; Alistair making repeatedly cutting my arm while I screamed and cried in the ice water. I watched through tears as blood covered my arm, dripping down it into the water until it turned pink.

Cuts marred my left arm from my wrist to my shoulder. After I while I couldn't even look at all the blood anymore, so I turned my head away and sobbed, letting out screams every time the blade would cut through me.

Finally Alistair finished.

He threw the knife to the side and pulled my limp and shivering body out of the water like I was a rag doll, carrying me back to the room.

I barely noticed when he dropped me back down on the bed and leaned over me, wrapping my arm up in something.

"From now on, for everyday I don't have what I want, I'm going to repeat that process to each body part, one by one. Tomorrow, I'm gonna make it your face." He hissed, dropping my arm carelessly onto the bed and walking out.

I laid there, shivering and holding my arm to my chest. It looked like he'd wrapped it up in some kind of bandage, but my blood was already seeping through the thin gauze, turning it red in spots.

There wasn't a blanket on the bed, never has been, so I was forced to sit there and freeze, curled up to try to generate some body heat.

Eventually, I just gave up and passed out. Sleep would be better that laying here and suffering.

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Bree came in the next morning to see how I was doing. Apparently I have a very high fever.

Alistair finally relented to get me a blanket, but it was itchy and only irritated my arm. Bree re-wrapped it, but didn't do much of a better job than Alistair did. At least the bleeding had stopped sometime over night.

I was just laying in the bed, waiting for Alistair to come in to get me and do it all over again.

So as the day past by, I grew more and more nervous when no one came into my room. Even Bree hadn't been in since the morning.

It wasn't normal.

And I hated the waiting. For the past couple weeks it had all been a routine, it had brought me a little comfort to know what my day would consist of. No surprises. I always knew what was going to happen and when. But this not knowing what Alistair would do and when he would do it, scared me.

I didn't have to wait much longer for something to happen though.

A young girl, about my age, came into the room. She looked different from everyone else I've seen here so far. She wasn't super thin or ragged looking, no crazy look in her eye or random twitches like Bree. Her dark red hair was full and healthy, her skin white and clear. Here eyes were a bright blue color and were currently trained on me, looking extremely unhappy about something.

The new girl slowly walked over to me and crouched down beside me.

"Bella?" She asked me softly.

"Who are you?" I mumbled. It was the only thing I could do, my fever was making me sleepy and dizzy and I couldn't speak well.

"I'm Maggie." She told me softly. "I'm here to help you."

My entire body lit up with hope, praying that meant she was going to help me get out.

"Help me… how?" I whispered.

"Jasper sent me to help keep you safe here until we can get you out." She explained. "Although, I can see I'm a little late."

Maggie's eyes wandered over my body, no doubt seeing all the damage done to my body.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" I mumbled.

She laughed without a trace of humor.

"Jasper said you'd wonder. He told me to say that he calls you 'sugar'. And Rosalie threatened to slowly and painfully kill me if anything happened to you. And something about ripping my ovaries out that I thought was a little unpleasant." Maggie told me, shuddering.

I couldn't help the small smile that broke out on my face. Yep… that's Rose. And no one beside the Cullen's knew what Jasper calls me. I don't even think that Denali's would know.

"Do you know anything about Edward?" I asked desperately.

She looked at me sadly and I knew that she didn't know anything.

"I'm sorry Bella, I don't know anything on Edward. I do know that Alice is looking for him though." She said.

"Alistair said that he's dead." I whimpered.

"I… I don't know." Maggie whispered sadly.

"How did you get in?" I asked, trying to get my mind off Edward. It hurt too much.

"I've always been here. Well, not all the time." She started. "Bree is my older sister and I kind of got into this… Alistair… with her. That was a few years ago, when Edward and Jasper were here. I didn't like Alistair and neither did they, so we became the closest thing to friends we could be in a place like this. When they left, I left too. But I always come back once and while to check on Bree. Alistair doesn't care too much, so he lets me stay around for a while. I don't think his girlfriend's little sister is real high up on his list. Jasper found me and asked me to act like I was visiting Bree, but really, I'd be checking on you and helping Jasper get you out."

For a while, the only thing that registered was this girl was Bree's sister… they looked nothing alike. At all. Maybe the same skin complexion, but that's about it. Everything from their eye color to their attitudes were polar opposites.

Then I thought… She really was here to save me. Jasper knew where I was and he was coming to get me.

I could have cried for joy at that moment, but I could barely talk.

"I'm so sorry I didn't get here sooner. Oh God… what has he done to you?" Maggie whispered, tentatively reaching down to touch my bandaged arm.

"He threw me in freezing water and cut my arm up. It was horrible… There was so much blood…" I whispered, leaving out the part about him raping me. I didn't want to tell her that… couldn't form the words.

Maggie cursed under her breath and felt my forehead. "You're burning up! Can't they at least give you a decent blanket to stay warm with? And these cuts probably aren't helping your fever… they're probably infected. Bella… came I take a look at your arm?" She asked.

I nodded my head and let out whimper when she lifted my arm up.

"It's okay…" She whispered soothingly while undoing the wrap.

Maggie poked and prodded at my arm gently, turning it here and there to get a better look at the cuts on the underside of arm.

"Some of these need stitches." She muttered. "And I can tell about five of them are infected."

I didn't say anything to her… what do you say to that? I didn't really care about the details, I just wanted the pain to stop. On the outside and the inside.

"Where… where is Alistair? He was supposed to come back and hurt me some more." I asked nervously.

"Don't worry about him. He won't be coming back to hurt you." She said, winking at me.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Jasper and Emmett set up a diversion for Alistair. While he's off taking care of who he thinks are going to be Em and Jasper, we're going to get you out." She told me.

"Now?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes. Alistair left about twenty minutes with a few of his men. That's how I was able to get down here. Bree is busy managing things while he's gone, so I slipped away. If things go as planned, Emmett should be here in ten minutes, maybe sooner." Maggie said as she carefully wrapped my arm back up.

Emmett… I missed him so much. His infectious humor and dimpled grin. And what I wouldn't give for some of his Belgian Waffles.

Maggie ran her fingers through my hair in a somewhat soothing manner, making me even more tired.

The door banged open, making me jerk and let out a yelp.

"Bella!" Emmett's voice exclaimed.

I couldn't have been more happy to see anyone in my life.

"Emmett!" I sobbed out painfully.

"Shhh…" He hushed me, but smiled, his dimples making themselves known.

"She's not doing good." I heard Maggie say. "At least five of the cuts on her arm are infected and she's got some deep bruising and nasty fever."

Emmett scowled and his eyes narrowed, looking like he was about to kill someone. It's the angriest I've ever seen Emmett and it was a little scary.

"It's gonna be okay, Belly B… I'm gonna get you out of here." He whispered to me reassuringly. I smiled a little at the nickname, but didn't say anything.

"Is she alright to move?" He asked Maggie.

"I think so. You'll have to carry her the whole way, though. There's no way she can walk like this." She said.

Without another word, Emmett scooped me up in his large arms.

"Careful!" Maggie chided him.

"I am being careful!" Emmett whined. I almost laughed.

"He didn't hurt me Maggie." I mumbled to her.

"See." Emmett grumbled to her childishly and stuck his tongue out at her.

I smiled, loving how even in the most serious situations, Emmett could bring humor to it.

He carried me out of the room, Maggie trailing closely behind. We went down the hallway that Alistair normally led me down, but instead of stopping at the bathroom, Emmett just kept on going. There was a staircase that Emmett carried me up.

I felt like someone should be playing the Mission Impossible theme in the background.

"Maggie, go check." Emmett whispered to her, nodding around the corner.

She tiptoed along the wall and peeked around the corner, looking around before waving Emmett forward.

The building was dark, it looked like some kind of warehouse and there were tables lined up on the far side of the room.

Before I could see anything else, we were out a door and outside.

There was a black SUV waiting, Maggie opened the back door and Emmett carefully laid me inside on the comfy leather seat and climbed in beside me. Maggie went around and got in the passenger side and then the car was moving.

Emmett pulled his phone out and dialed a number.

"Hey, we got her." He breathed into the phone, sounding relieved. "Yeah, yeah… we're on our way now. We'll be there in ten minutes."

Emmett hung up and focused all his attention on me.

"Bella, we're going to take you to Carlisle, he'll be able to help you with your injuries. He'll make you better." He said, whispering the last part painfully.

I smiled weakly at him, fighting not to pass out.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Oh Belly B… you don't have to thank me for my superhero services." He said, winking and smiling at me.

I started to laugh, but it was cut off by a painful, gritty cough. That kind that you can feel deep down in your chest and grated across your throat.

Maybe I'm sicker than I first thought…

"Shit." Emmett mumbled and started fussing over me.

"I'm fine." I groaned painfully.

"No you're not. Rosie, can you drive any faster?" He called up front.

Rosie… Rose was driving.

"I'm going as fast as I can without drawing any attention to us. Don't you think I'd be going faster if I could?" She practically snarled at him.

It didn't faze him though, he just shook his head.

"God I love that woman, but sometimes I just wanna give her a Midol." He whispered to me.

"I heard that Emmett Cullen!" She yelled.

He jumped and bent further over me, like he was trying to get as far away from her as possible.

I wanted so badly to ask about Edward, but I couldn't find the words. How do you ask a man if he knows if his brother is dead or not?

In no time, Rose pulled the car into a garage. Emmett gathered me back up in his arms and lifted me out, carrying me through the garage and into a house.

"Carlisle help!" Rosalie yelled out.

Carlisle came running down the stairs, but stopped cold when he saw me.

"Oh God." He muttered.

I bet I looked like a total mess. Bloody bandages wrapped around my arm, some bruises were still apparent, I was probably pale and sickly looking, and I knew I'd lost some weight since they hadn't been feeding me much.

"Take her upstairs to one of the bedrooms." He commanded, instantly going into doctor mode.

Emmett did as he was told, practically running up the stairs with me and headed into a room. It was completely different from the room I'd been kept in the past couple weeks and I was grateful.

He gently set me down on the big, pillowy bed and stepped back, in which Rose rushed past him and sat down on the bed beside me. I heard what sounded like an elephant coming up the stairs and seconds later Jasper, Alice, and Esme stumbled into the room, tripping over themselves.

Esme started crying the moment she saw me, burying her face in her hands. Alice looked like her puppy had just been killed and the normally calm and laid back Jasper looked positively irate.

Carlisle rushed in behind them, carrying his medical bag and a few other things.

"Everyone leave." He said, coming to my side.

"I'm not going anywhere." Rosalie insisted sharply.

Carlisle hesitated and looked at me. "Bella?" He asked.

"It's okay, she can stay." I said softly.

He nodded and dug through his bag while everyone else slowly backed out the room.

Jasper hesitated, looking at me sadly before shaking his head and storming out.

I frowned, wondering why he hadn't said anything to me yet.

"It's not you sweetie." Rose whispered. "He's just upset that we couldn't get to you sooner."

Carlisle gently took my hand, pulling my arm out so he could unwrap the half ass done bandages. My arm was a mess, red lines covering almost every inch of skin and some of them did look very infected, dark pink around the cuts with some gross almost puss-like substance covering them. It was enough to make me queasy and I had to focus on Rose.

She looked horrible. Better than me, but a lot worse than what she usually looked like. Her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, dark circles were under her eyes, like she hadn't slept in a while, and she was pale, no hint of color in her face at all as she looked at me.

"Bella, I'm going to give you some pain medication, okay?" Carlisle asked as he frowned at my arm.

"Okay." I muttered.

"It's not strong enough to put you to sleep, but it will get rid of most, if not all of your pain. That way I'll be able to stitch some of these cuts and further examine you." He explained, getting a needle ready.

I had to calm myself down at the thought of anymore sharp objects coming near me. He carefully injected me with the pain medication, I barely felt a pinch we he slid the needle in and out of my good arm.

"Rosalie, will you please go get some more blankets? I need to break her fever." He asked her.

She got up immediately and left the room in search of what Carlisle wanted.

I jumped when he reached toward me and he noticed, freezing and glancing up at me, concerned.

"I'm fine. Go ahead." I told him quietly.

He gave me a doubtful look, but continued, slowly and carefully examining me. Rose came back in with armfuls of blankets, layering them over me. I was grateful for the warmth, I'd been freezing for days.

I sat still as he cleaned all the cuts and eventually had to stitch up seven of them. Thanks to the pain meds, I didn't feel much, but I still couldn't stand to look, so I turned my head to Rose.

"I missed you." I whispered tearfully.

A little sob came out of her and she brushed my hair behind my ear.

"I missed you too, sweetie." She said.

Carlisle wrapped we up in a proper bandage when he was finished and pulled the blankets down my legs.

I froze in panic as his eyes zeroed in on the dark bruises on my inner thighs.

"Rose, will you please leave for a minute? I need to speak with Bella privately." Carlisle said steadily.

My heart sunk, knowing deep down what he was going to ask me.

"I don't kno-"

"Rosalie, go. If Bella needs you I'll call." He said firmly.

She hesitated, giving me one last look before getting up and leaving.

"Bella, I need to know. He didn't… he didn't rape you did he?" Carlisle asked gently.

My breath caught in my throat and my eyes darted away, not looking at him as they watered.

No, no, no…. I didn't want to think about that. I wanted to shove it aside and block it out forever.

"Ummm… No." I said shakily, biting my lip and blinking to try to keep the tears at bay.

"Bella…"

"Just leave it alone!" I yelled at him.

"Bella, I need to know so I can take care of you. If he did rape you, there might be damage down there." Carlisle said in his serious doctor voice.

I burst into tears and his serious expression melted off his face.

"I'm sorry Bella, I didn't mean to upset you." He apologized softly.

But I didn't pay any attention to him.

"I just want Edward! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry he's dead!" I sobbed incoherently.

Someone tried to wrap their arms around me, but I screamed and frantically pushed them away, backing up as far as I could.

"Sugar calm down! It's okay, Bella… shhh… Breathe…" Jasper whispered close to me.

I took in a shuddering breath, but my tears didn't stop. Arms tried to wrap around me again, slower this time, and pulled me into a warm, comforting chest. Now that I knew it was Jasper that was holding me and I welcomed it.

If I couldn't have Edward, Jasper was second best to comfort me. So I cried into his shirt, probably getting it all gross and snotty, but he didn't seem concerned with it.

"I'm so sorry Bella… I should have gotten to you sooner… I hate this." He said, sounding like he was on the verge of crying himself.

He let me cry against him for awhile, just gently rocking me and whispering apologizes to me. When I had calmed down enough, he guided me back to lay on the bed, leaning against a mountain of pillows.

"Jasper…" I croaked. "H-he did… he r-raped me." I admitted to him, tears rolling down my face again.

I could literally see his entire body shake after I said that. His fists clenched and I fought the urge to flinch away.

"I… I… Carlisle needs to take a look at you." He ground out.

"P-please don't be mad Jasper, I'm sorry! I tried to stop him, but he had me c-chained up and I couldn't move! And I remembered you s-saying that I shouldn't fight, that I should try to stay alive!" I cried.

All I was doing lately was crying.

"Oh no, sugar! No, I'm not upset with you! You are so incredibly strong and I'm so proud of you. I just want to get him so bad… I'll kill him for what he did to you when I get my hands on him. Let Carlisle look at you, Bella. Please. We all just want to make sure you're alright." He pleaded with me.

I shook my head violently.

"Bella… please. It's going to be okay. Carlisle's not going to hurt you or judge you. He's a doctor and he cares about you. This wasn't your fault. Just let us make sure you're going to be okay." Jasper insisted gently.

I knew he was right, Carlisle wouldn't make me feel ashamed of myself. The problem was, I was already doing that on my own. I didn't want anyone knowing what Alistair had done to me and I definitely didn't want anyone seeing it.

"I-I don't want anyone seeing… that." I said.

Jasper sighed. "Sugar, it's going to have to be done. We can take you to a hospital if you don't want Carlisle to do it."

I glared at him, hating him for being right. It would need to be done. I'd also probably need to get tested for an STD.

"Fine." I said hoarsely.

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After a very long, upsetting and embarrassing examination from Carlisle, he determined that there hadn't been much damage done. I'd had some bleeding and would be sore for the next few days, but nothing too horrible.

I was actually thankful that it hadn't been worse. I'd heard horror stories about some women never being about to have children after they were raped, or had to have major surgery. But that still didn't ease the memories, the feeling of being held down and violated so horribly. I hated it. All I wanted was a scalding hot shower or bath so I could try to scrub myself clean again.

Everyone was a little surprised when I asked Jasper to stay with me after Carlisle was done, but Jasper just pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down beside me.

"How long have I been gone?" I asked him.

Jasper looked down at his hands and sighed.

"It's been fifteen days." He said quietly.

Fifteen days… Jesus. I guess it could have been longer, but it still felt like it had been forever.

"Why did it take so long?" I asked.

"The hard part was finding you." He started, rubbing his face tiredly. "We looked everywhere for you in all of Alistair's hiding places. We were starting to get worried that he'd done something with you and ran. But then, I remembered Maggie and it took us a couple days to find her. She agreed to help us, but it still took her a couple more days to find Bree. Alistair likes to move around a lot, never staying in one location for more than a couple months. Then we had to come up with a plan to get you out of there safely, which meant drawing Alistair away and finding a way to get into and through the building to you quickly. Our Uncle Aro was able to have his computer guy cut the cameras that were set up through the warehouse, but it could only last for a few minutes without there being any suspicion."

"My dad!" I suddenly remembered. "Alistair… he called my dad and asked for ransom money."

"How much?" Jasper asked, his eyebrows furrowed together.

"Fifty million dollars." I told him.

He snorted and shook his head. "No one can get that kind of money in a day or two. He set an impossible standard, knowing your father wouldn't be able to meet it, giving Alistair what was an excuse in his mind."

"Can someone call him and tell him I'm safe?" I asked.

"Of course. I'll have Esme call him." He assured me.

"Alistair… he said something about my dad leading some investigation against him." I said, trying to remember what it was that Alistair told me.

Jasper nodded and sighed. "It was a while after Edward and I cut off from him, not liking where he was taking the business. He was starting to want to get into drugs hardcore and neither of us liked that at all. Around a year later, we saw on the news that his business had been busted, but Alistair wasn't among those who were caught. His older brother Randall was though, and all the lower level workers. About a hundred people all together, plus all the drugs. It was a disaster. We completely distanced ourselves from it and never mentioned it again. The police didn't even suspect us of any involvement. I'm just so fucking sorry that you had to caught in the middle of it all. You didn't deserve that." He reached for my hand, rubbing his thumb across the back of it.

"Jasper I…" I started, but trailed off, loosing my nerve.

I almost didn't want to know… I didn't want it confirmed from someone I trusted and would tell me the truth…

"What is it sugar? You can ask me anything." He said strongly.

"I have to know… is… Edward d-dead?" I asked, choking on the words and tears building back up.

"He's not dead." Jasper said softly.

"Jasper… please don't do this to me. Please… don't give me hope." I began to sob.

"No! I know he's alive. Our Uncle Aro found something that you probably want to see." Jasper said, standing up to grab a laptop from the table with a flash drive hooked into it.

He opened it up and pressed some keys, propping it on the bed for me to see. On the screen, it looked like a video from a street camera was playing. I counted the seconds, looking at nothing but the side of a brick building and the street, until my eyes caught movement.

Edward.

I'd know him anywhere.

The footage was grainy, but I could tell it was him. His copper hair reflected the light off a streetlamp and he was still wearing the clothes he had on from the night we went to the club. I could tell that his arms were tied behind his back and he was wearing a blindfold.

He wasn't alone, either.

There were four men around him, three of which I could tell were holding guns and one was holding a gun to Edward's head while they walked inside the building.

Jasper fast-forwarded the video a couple hours and I saw Edward and the same men coming out of the building. He was still tied up and looked a mess. I could tell that he'd taken some beatings.

Then just as quick as he appeared on the screen, he disappeared.

"We checked the building, but there wasn't anything there that would be useful in finding out where they went." Jasper said.

"When was that?" I asked breathlessly.

"About two days ago." He said.

Two days… Edward was still alive two days ago. He probably was still alive.

That entire time, Alistair had been lying to me.

I was furious, hurt and wanted to kill Alistair even more, but most of all, I was relieved. Edward was still alive. There was still hope for me to see him, touch him, kiss him, tell him how sorry I was about this whole mess and that I love him.

"We have to find him." I breathed out, refusing to take my eyes his image on the computer screen.

"We have people looking for him right now." Jasper said.

"No. I want to find him." I said.

"Excuse me?" Jasper asked, sounding taken aback.

"It's my fault… Alistair said that he only wanted me. If I hadn't have been there… if Edward hadn't have been with me, he wouldn't be in the mess. He wouldn't have been taken, or being beat up or tortured. I need to find him." I told him.

"But you're-"

"Jasper! Please… let me do this. Let me help." I pleaded.

"Alright. But, you have to have at least a week of down time!" He stipulated.

I frowned, but agreed.

I'd listen to Jasper and Carlisle, but when I did get better, there would be nothing that could stop me from finding Edward.


*ducks everything you're throwing at me*

I know, I know. When I originally posted this, I got a lot of people saying the things done to Bella in this chapter were unnecessary, but I do not feel that way.

I WILL BE POSTING THE SEQUEL TOMORROW.

I want to thank everyone for reading this and for all of your amazing reviews.