Okay, so, this chapter has been updated, and I made a few changes because I realized that not everything matched up. So, for the people who've already read chapter one, I suggest you re-read this, though it isn't essential.

*** TRIGGER WARNING ***

I was blindfolded, naked, beaten, and my hands were cuffed together behind my back, the wooden back of a small chair locking me with the ancient piece of furniture. That, and there was a roped surrounding my stomach, making it hard to breath. How long has it been? How long have I been in the clutch of the Volturi? I'm not sure. But I want to get away. Soon.

I strain against my ties, jerking my hands to try and break the cuffs, but to no avail. Suddenly, I hear the door to my chamber open. I hear a sadistic laugh, and know that James has come to pay me another visit.

"Hm, what do we have here?" He says, and I can feel his eyes on me. Those eyes make me want to scream, or bury myself under a rock. He can't look at me like that. It's not his right. I begin struggling again as I hear his footsteps approach. Again, the urge to scream consumed me. But I couldn't. When I first arrived in this chamber, I began screaming my head off. I screamed for hours, and now I was unable to manage even a whisper. My throat was dry. I needed water, or I was going to die.

Maybe I should just die. At least James wouldn't get the ransom money he wanted. But oh, how my throat burned. I try communicating this with James, opening my mouth and closing it like a fish. But his footsteps have stopped, and so has his voice. I don't know where he is. But suddenly, his voice is whispering in my ear. "Are you thirsty, darling?"

I nod my head.

He chuckles. "Well, let's fix that..." I hear something, and it sounds like... no.

No. It can't be.

I hear something drop to the floor, and my thoughts are confirmed. He had unzipped his pants, and was now free of them. A hand suddenly grips my jaw, and fingers trail over my lips. I resist the urge to bite them off like a rabid animal. I am suddenly consumed by a dark fear, and it's awful, suffocating.

"Isabella, darling, do you know what I feel for you?"

I don't move, don't respond. A lump forms in my throat. Last time James was here, he raped me. Before that, he had been playing with me, a greedy animosity about him.

"Isabella," He coos, "I want you to know what I feel for you." Something presses against my cheek, a hard mass covered by cloth. Instinct tells me what it is.

"Feel that?" He's whispering in my ear again. He starts rubbing the bulge against my cheek, and I try turning around, but his hand is firm on my jaw.

I feel the bulge begin to move, and realize that James is touching himself, pulling his erection out of his underwear. It's now rubbing against my face, and an odd substance is smearing across my face. I know what it is. The smell of his arousal is enough to make me gag. Disgust runs through every vain in my body, and I want to break free from these clutches, escape James, the Volturi, everyone. I want to be back in the palace with my father, I want to see my friends, I want to just cry. But that is nothing compared to what he does next.

The fingers that were trailed over my lips are suddenly dropped, and I open my mouth to take in my new freedom.

Wrong move.

James suddenly shoves his erection into my mouth, and I jerk against my ropes, trying to pull my head back, but I can't.

"That's it Bella, keep going," I hear him say, and he thrusts his dick in my mouth again, to the back of my throat. My eyes fill with tears, and I try to scream, but it comes out as something close to a moan. "Mm, Bella," He says, but his voice is muffled, as if he's gritting his teeth. "F-fuck," He says, and jerks into my mouth again. He suddenly grabs my hair, yanking it backwards to angle my mouth upwards, and I try to scream again, which of course comes out as a moan. "Fuck, Bella!" He shouts, and suddenly my mouth is filled with his substance.

It shoots down the back of my throat, giving me no choice but to swallow. I quickly try to gag myself, wanting to throw up and rid myself of the horrible stuff that has contaminated me. A funny thought consumes me. He must be new to blow-jobs. That was quick. I want to laugh, and I know that if I stay here much longer, I'll lose my grip on reality. I begin to sob, and James, panting, says to me, "Shut up, Princess. There's more where that came from." He chuckles darkly. "I'll be back later. I need to fill up this stomach of mine. I would bring you some food, but you just ate." He laughs loudly, then adds, "Don't go anywhere."

I hear him begin to dress again, and just as I hear his pants zip, the door to my chamber opens.

"Laurent!" I hear James say in surprise, and a drop of hope fills me. Laurent is always kind to me. Well, as kind as a kidnapper can be, anyways. He doesn't beat me or anything. Just apologizes that I have to stay here, and says that I will be freed as soon as he receives the money from King Charlie.

"James, what have I told you about playing with our prisoners?" Laurent clicks his tongue, and I imagine him shaking his head .

I just know a cocky remark is coming from James. "Hard not to play with this girl," he chuckles, and I feel his eyes on my again. I sink down as far as the chair allows.

Laurent grows serious. "The king will not be as willing to get his daughter back if she's half dead," He says angrily. "He must think about his people also. He cannot bring his kingdom into debt!"

"Okay, okay!" James says, and I hear him leave the room.

Laurent approaches me. "I'm truly sorry that Jame's is such a fool, Princess Isabella," He says, and I actually feel as if he's sorry. "It won't be long now, I promise. We are set to exchange you for our reward very soon." His hand touches my cheek, but his intent isn't sexual like James's, it's just comforting.

Suddenly I hear footsteps again, two sets of them. Two people burst into the room. "They're here!" Someone shouts, and I recognize the voice of Victoria, James's lover.

"No," Laurent says, and I can hear fear in his voice. "Quick, let's go! James, get the princess. Meet us in the helicopter!"

Two sets of footsteps leave, and suddenly the blindfold is ripped off of me, and my body is freed. My first instinct is to bolt, and that's exactly what I try to do, but I'm still cuffed to the chair, and I topple to the floor.

"Damn!" James shouts, and I look up at him. His eyes are narrowed, his teeth bared. The sounds of a human stampede raids the hallways. A flash of color shoots out behind him, and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, people fill the room, both armed and unarmed.

James snarls, and lunges towards me, but several bangs fill the air. Blood spatters on my naked flesh, and James crumples to the ground, landing on top of me.

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Everything else happens in a blur. James's body is removed, I am taken to a helicopter, which then takes me to a private royal jet, where I am cleaned, clothed, and put into a small clinical area, with various tubes attached to my body.

I am unable to speak, and the man who has been treating me hands me a notepad and a pen.

Where is my father? I write, looking up to her and showing her the note.

He smiles sadly. "King Charlie is still at The Palace Of Forks," he says. "It was too dangerous to bring him on the rescue mission, so he is with his guards, Your Highness."

A lump forms in my throat again, but I won't cry in front of this doctor. I stare up at the blank ceiling.

"Oh, hello Detective Cullen," The doctor says, and I jerk my head to look at him. Cullen. I remember that name. James mentioned it right before he raped me.

"Ah, you're quite lovely Isabella. I'm going to make you mine now. You won't escape like that other whore, Alice Brandon. Of course, now she's a Cullen, sleeping with her foster-brother..."

I wondered if there was any relation. Maybe this is Alice's lover?

"Oh father, please," he says, waving his hand. "Just call me Edward.:

Father?

I look up and notice a small name-tag attached to the doctor's jacket. Dr. Cullen.

I am utterly confused now.

The detective, Edward, looks over at me, and I flinch. His eyes, such a fascinating gold, feel as if they could pierce my soul. He clears his throat, and speaks to me. "Princess Isabella," he says, and his tone is grave. "If you'll please excuse us."

I nod my head, and they walk out of the room, into another chamber of the jet.

I hear loud whispering, and hear Edward say something that sets my blood on fire. "She can't handle knowing this!"

Time to use my Princess perks. I look around, and see a bottle of water beside my hospital bed. I grab it, and aim carefully at the door which they exited. I played baseball when I was younger, back before I had to be all 'proper' and whatnot. I throw the bottle as hard as I can, and sure enough, two heads pop through the frame.

"Do you need something, Your Highness?" Dr. Cullen says, and I motion for them to come forward. They do, and I scribble furiously on my notepad, then show it to them.

Tell me. It says.

Edward shakes his head. "No, Your Highness. This information is classified."

Tell me. Or you're fired, and I will have you executed in front of the whole kingdom.

He opens his mouth to protest, then thinks better of it. His face is stoic, and his voice is flat. "Victoria escaped. And she's threatened to kill you."

Oh. My face pales, and I look at the floor. No, she can't be... She's going to come after me for revenge. And she's going to kill me again...

He speaks again. "And the Volturi... They are no longer supporting her. But rumor has it that she's gathering more people..."

I can't breathe. I lay my head back on my pillow, but can't stay calm. Suddenly my body is taken over with the need to escape this room, and I sit up quickly scratching at my skin to remove the tubes.

"Your Highness, stop!" Doctor Cullen says frantically, attempting to restrain me.

No, not again.

I thrash against his hold, trying to scream, but only an awful noise is escaping my throat. I still have the pen in my hand, and I try to attack him with it.

"Edward! Hand me that needle!" He shouts.

Needle?

I become more desperate, and break free for a second only to have Edward restrain me, his grip like iron, his skin hot against mine. "Calm down!" He shouts, giving me a shake.

It terrifies me, and I'm picking up my struggles, but suddenly a sharp pain enters my arm, and black stars begin to spot my vision. My struggles slow, and thoughts fill my head.

Victoria's going to kill me...

The last thing I see are Edward's golden eyes, and then the black waters drag me under.

It looks like things aren't going too well with our princess. And, just like in the original Twilight, Victoria's out to get Bella. This is my own plot, and it belongs to me, but everything else (Characters, Places, Products, etc... ) belongs to it's rightful owner! I hope you like this, and don't forget to tell me what you think! I will be responding to each and every review at the moment.

~ AnonymousAfflictions