Bella's Point of View
The room was barely visible, but by now I had memorized every square inch of this cell. There was no telling how long I've been here… there was no telling what time of day it was; only when a guard would occasionally come in to deliver food and water.
My hands were bound above my head and shackless dug deeply into my ankles; I felt the blood slowly slid down to my feet. The pain was excruciating, but I found a way to keep my sanity. There were other women in this cell with me… they endured the agony… the humiliation… right along with me.
"Bella… are you awake?" A faint voice called from the other end of the cell. I couldn't see her, but she was the voice I spoke to the most. At times I wondered if she was even real… or if she was a creation of my own mind.
"Yeah, unfortunately." I replied, licking my lips; my mouth was so dry my lips where beginning to peel and flake. I had wished more than anything to be asleep… to just escape reality… if only for a brief moment I could be free of this cell, I could be anywhere I wanted to be.
"They are cutting our portions in half, I barely got a swallow of water yet today…" Her voice was growing weak with each word. "Maybe they are getting ready to end this… bring new women in…" I couldn't help but notice the hope in her voice.
I couldn't deny that I had wished for my own end, countless times, I just wanted this nightmare to end, if that meant I had to die… I welcomed the thought with open arms.
"We could only be so lucky…" I muttered, letting my eyes close for a moment as I tried to imagine what it would be like. To be free of this.
"Could you two shut the fuck up, it's bad enough we are in this situation without the suicidal talk." A rough voice snapped from right next to me. "No one cares that your thirsty Kathy." She spit.
"Easy Monica, we shouldn't be fighting with each other, because if you like it or not, we only have each other." I said with as much calmness as I could muster.
There was a rumble of agreement that bounced around the cell block now. If I had to guess there was about ten of us down here… at least that's how many different voice's that I picked out. Most of them stayed quiet and didn't talk much… but when it was their turn… you had no choice but to listen to their agony as those bastards had their way with each of us.
It was quiet for a long time in the cell before the door opened; bringing a thin line of light to pass through the room. I quickly took this time to look around. We were all locked up to a steel wall, the floors were cool concrete. The only way in and out was a locked door at the opposite end of the cell from me. That is where Kathy stood; bound.
I could only see the outline of her emaciated body as the light quickly vanished with the door closing.
"Good afternoon ladies," The voice was snide and full of malice. I recognized the voice instantly and I had a pretty good idea who he came in here for. It was Caius… and he rarely came in here for anyone except Monica.
I heard Monica's chains clinking against each other. She must be trembling. I couldn't see, but I felt Caius's presence near; the coldness radiated off him; which brought shivers down my spine. He must have taken notice, because soon I felt something cold on my breast.
"I apologize for giving you a chill." His hand now was cupping my breast; his thumb lightly flicked my nipple. The sensation wasn't pleasant, but I kept my mouth shut tight.
His cool breath was at my neck, but it slowly trailed down and I felt the icy touch of his tongue sliding across my nipple now; causing it to harden. He paused for a moment before pinching the nipple in between his teeth.
I whimpered at the sharp pain it brought.
"Don't fret Bella, you will get your turn as well… but I'm here for miss Monica." He released my breast and to my relief he moved away.
I forced my eyes shut as the torture began. Like always it started with a hard slap; and Monica's pained gasp. Followed by the clinking of her chains as he lifted her up from the ground by her neck. You could hear her struggling to catch her breath. At this point you could hear him roughly slipping his belt off and the loud whipping it against her bare skin. She cried out as best she could, but it was muffled by his hold around her neck. Today he seemed to be escalating things, he struck her repeatedly; so hard that I felt small drops of blood fly against my legs.
When you heard the belt hit the ground you knew that he was done playing around. Like so many times before I listened as the zipper of his fly went down and the loud sound of their bodies crashing against the steel wall.
He grunted as he began thunderous thrusts into her, you could hear the wet clapping sound of each thrust. Monica cried out, her screams rang through the cell, but soon her cries became muffled; as if he had covered her mouth.
"Shut up, you filthy whore." He snarled at her and his pace quickened. "Another sound and I'll kill you right now."
It seemed to go on for hours before he finally thought he had enough. I could tell he was getting close. His breathing changed and with one more moan of satisfaction I listened as all the sounds stopped. The only thing I could hear was Monica's shallow gasps and a slight dripping.
Caius moved away from her; there was a quick zip… probably him zipping his pants. "I'll see you later miss Monica, sooner than you think." His tone was sickly sweet.
I held my breath for a moment and waited until he made it to the door. As it swung open I peaked over to Monica. When I saw her… what he had done to her… I regretted even looking.
She hung there, limp but still breathing. Her face was bruised and bloodied, one of her teeth had fallen out; and sat right at her feet. Large welts formed across her body; where he had whipped her with his belt. And worst of all, blood was slowly running down her legs; he had most likely damaged her organs this time. I couldn't imagine the pain… I feared it… I dreaded it.
As the door went shut again, I heard her whisper. "Kathy?"
"Yeah Monica… are you ok?" Kathy whispered back; her voice sounded as if she had been crying. It was heavy and full of sorrow.
"You were right… to want to die… after that… I can't imagine anything better than to be taken out of this hell." She spoke quietly; not like herself at all. She grew very quiet… and her breathing was slowing down.
No… please don't die… Don't leave us alone…
I couldn't continue the rest of my thought as the door again swung open. Each of the girls jumped, some letting out gasps. I couldn't deny the fact that I was surprised as well. Usually only one would come down here each day… never two.
"Sorry for the intrusion, you can all rest assured, I'm only here for Isabella." This voice was different, but I knew it all to well. Out of anyone that could have come, I was slightly relieved that it was him. He never hurt me… he was always gentle… but that didn't change how I felt. He was using me… selfishly using me against my wishes.
Aro… the leader. No one knew about him coming down here, not his henchmen… not even his brother's Caius and Marcus.
I kept my eyes closed and prepared myself for what would happen next. His hands were cold as they slid to my face; cupping my cheeks and bringing me close. His lips touched mine briefly, before moving down my shoulder. His cold kisses moved lower, stopping at my breasts. He lightly slid my nipple into his mouth, tickling it with gentle flicks of his tongue and long sucks.
He didn't stop there, the kisses continued down my navel and to my unshaved mound. Lightly his tongue entered me, carefully rubbing past my clit. There was pleasure, but I refused to recognize it, I stood my ground and offered him no satisfaction to what he was doing. I could feel myself getting wet as he now easily slid his tongue in and out; appearing to just be enjoying himself.
A noise, close to a growl rolled off his lips and in seconds I heard his fly zip down and I felt something hard pressing just at my entrance. His hands roamed my breasts, giving them a firm; but not painful, squeeze.
"You are truly breath-taking, young Bella." He whispered in my ear.
Without warning he pressed his throbbing member deeply into me. The suddenness caused me to gasp, but I quickly bit down on my lip. The pleasure was undeniable, but it was unwanted… this situation was hard… with all the pain and fear I've been feeling it was difficult not to hold onto something that brought pleasure.
He had me up in his arms, my legs now unchained and hitched around his waist. My back was now tight against the wall as he began to rock his hips against mine. The feeling was bitter sweet. He was thrusting in and out and the groans that left his lips fell all over me. With each slam into me I felt my resolve slipping further out of my hands.
Time was flying by, it felt like we were trapped in his position all night before he got close to finishing. I recognized his body tensing, his hands trembled from their spot on my ass. And just as I thought, the warm spewing of his juices came rushing into me. It felt powerful and lasted nearly a minute before he had released completely into me. His breathing was uneasy as he slowly let me go, his hand came to the back of my head and with some force he moved my head down to reach his shaft.
"You know what to do darling Bella." He ordered, keeping a firm hold on my head.
Reluctantly I leaned down, catching some of his juices as it slid down his shaft. The taste was salty and bitter, I have grown to despise the taste… several times I had thought about biting him… but that would only get myself killed.
After a short pause he slid his prick from my mouth and left a small kiss to my forehead. "Sweet dreams Bella," With that he offered me a long sip of water before turning and walking out of the room.
Shakily I turned in Monica's direction, relieved to still hear her labored breathing.
She was alive… we all where… but for l how long… we needed to find a way out of here and fast… this was no way to life. And I wasn't going to anymore.
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