Hey! Wow I haven't been here very often let alone uploaded a story for, I don't know, 9 years? Anywho I've not been able to get this out of my head and its bothering me so I wanted to write it all out so I could finally get rid of it. Not quite sure if ill ever update again, lol, I don't even know if anyone still uses this site. Any who if not at least this story is gone and out of my head, I have literally spent the last 4.5-5 hours with these words exploding out of my brain. I proof read a bit but its too long so I didn't do it that much, but I am a decent writer so. I guess if anyone is here, feel free to read. Trigger warning now, it does get very graphic, plus side is this will be the only graphic chapter that I predict I will ever make, if I do make another. So yeah, ill put a warning before it gets too bad and it does go to the end of the story, so you wont even need to finish it. But any who this note is getting very long. The characters in this story do not belong to me.

Enjoy.

Chapter One: Pilot

"I'll see you guys tomorrow!" I called out to my last few co workers still cleaning up the kitchen. I heard a muffled "Bye Bella!" coming from the back of the building.

It had been a busy day of serving at the restaurant today. I had finally finished cleaning up after the last two tables. It was Wednesday, which meant it was men's night at the golf course. It was always my least favorite shift, but the tips made it tolerable. I was never a fan of big groups of people, and I personally find large groups of middle aged, drunk men completely unappealing. There was always that handful that got too drunk and lost the ability to treat women with respect. Before I could relive the events and get angry about it, I shook the thoughts out of my head and took a deep breath.

I walked down the short staircase and felt my sneakers hit the gravel, beginning the walk home. I do have a car, but since moving out to my own place it was in walking distance of my work. The warm weather and fresh air of summer are also very appealing.

Tonight, I noticed, was muggy; a storm must be coming. I tied my sweater around my waist and pulled my backpack a little tighter to my body.

I checked my watch and realized it was just after 11:30pm. I sighed. Working long hours was typical for my waitressing job, but on busy nights like these I often don't have a minute to take a break or even sit down for a snack. My shift started at about 2:30pm so I missed dinner; as if on queue my stomach growled. I smiled and laughed softly to myself, looks like it's snack time when I get home.

Since I got off so late, I missed my boyfriend. I was supposed to be off around 10 but I can't leave until my customers leave. I had to shoot him a text letting him know I needed a rain check for tomorrow, and to come over then.

Edward Cullen. I sighed thoughtfully and couldn't help the light smile that came over my face. I loved that man with every fiber in my being. As good as boyfriends come, he was fantastic and I probably couldn't find better even if I tried. My stomach fluttered and I pulled out my phone.

Just got off work, heading home now. See you tomorrow luv

I slipped my phone into my pocket and felt something on hit the tip of my nose.

Hmm, must be starting to rain. I thought to myself and started to pick up the pace. There was a vibration in my back pocket, so I pulled my phone out expecting a text from Edward. I wasn't disappointed.

Text me when you're home babe. Be safe. Love you

I smiled again and went to reply but two more drops of water fell onto my phone screen, so I wiped it off on my sweater and put it into my backpack pocket to keep it from getting damaged. The road in front of me started to light up and I turned my head to check behind me and noticed a car with their headlights turned on. I moved over to the edge of the parking lot and kept walking.

Must be the last of the customers finally ready to leave.

I kept my eyes on the large garbage bins in front of me, and as I got closer to the end of the parking lot, I wished I had just driven myself today; I wasn't in the mood to walk.

The only light was the light coming from the headlights, as at this far end of the parking lot there weren't any street lamps.

I heard gravel crunching and looked back to notice the car rolling forward. A feeling of uneasiness came over me, but I tried to shrug it off. I've made this walk home multiple times a week so what makes tonight any different, other than the light rain?

I was almost at the garbage bins when suddenly the car was beside me. My head shot to the right and I watched as it slowed, and the tinted passenger window rolled down.

"Need a lift lady?" The passenger who I estimated was about forty years old asked me. The slurring of his words did not go unnoticed and only made my unease grow.

"No thanks." I said curtly and turned my eyes back to the front and continued walking.

"Hey!" Someone yelled from the back of the blue SUV. "You were our waitress tonight. I would recognize your pretty face anywhere." The back window unrolled and a younger man in his thirties popped out.

Just my luck. I recognized both these men as the ones from table twelve. There was another man with them, the driver. He had a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, just like he did in the restaurant. Who wears sunglasses inside, let alone driving in the dark?

"Yeah, that was me." I said. There was a lump in the back of my throat and I just couldn't shake it no matter how calm I tried to stay.

Both passengers finally looked away from me and to each other and from the corner of my eye I still noticed how the glance seemed to solidify a thought they both had but didn't dare to say out loud. I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket and the passenger glanced back at me.

"That your boyfriend?" He asked loudly. I cringed but nodded my head. The scent of beer was pouring out the window and I did my best to keep my nausea at bay.

"Yes, I'm on my way to meet him right now." I said forcefully, hoping that would sway them to leave me alone. The man in the back laughed loudly and stuck his hand out the window and slapped my backpack. I jumped. I don't think that's what he was aiming for. "Of course, you have a boyfriend, with an ass like that there's no way you don't." The two passengers laughed again, and I turned to face them. "Don't touch me!" I exclaimed loudly. The man in the driver's seat remained expressionless but the other two got angry.

"Hey princess watch what you do with that mouth or I will for you!" He exclaimed. "You have no right to talk to us that way." His eyes narrowed and his face got a sinister look but before he had the chance to say anything else my hand flew to my backpack and I had caller display on. "If you don't leave me alone right now, I will call the police. Leave now!" I yelled, my heart was racing a million miles a minute but I was trying so hard to keep my shaking to a minimum and hide my fear.

The passengers face went hard but he held his hands up as if in surrender. "Hey now, calm down girl, we were just leaving."

"Go, now." I said sternly. My breathing was getting heavier.

"Drive." I head the passenger say to the driver. The car sped up, shooting rocks onto the front of my legs. I cursed myself for wearing shorts today.

As the car sped off, I saw the silhouette of the third passenger stick out the window and yell back at me. "You won't get off talking to me like that this easily!" They peeled off and the second they went around the corner I took off, my legs shaking. I needed to take out my phone and call Edward, call anyone. I was scared and I knew he would make me feel safe.

I ran for about five blocks until I was nearly home and then I finally slowed my pace. Checking back behind me to make sure I was alone, I stopped walking and bent forward, resting my hands on my knees. The rain was starting to really come down and I cold and exhausted and breathless. Only three more blocks to go.

The rustling of bushes beside me caused me to yelp and I sprinted off immediately without a second thought. I gasped for breath and ran the last three blocks until I was finally home. I glared at my car parked in the driveway, knowing that it was my own bad decision making that led to this outcome.

I ran up the porch skipping two stairs at a time and was finally covered by the roof of my house from the rain. I pulled my backpack off my shoulders and opened it quickly, digging through the contents desperate for my keys. I was shaking and my fingers were so cold it was hard to move them.

At the sound of a vehicle approaching I froze in my tracks and turned around. The rain was coming down so hard I could barely make out the vehicle, but they were driving by too slow for me to be comfortable. My focus was back on my backpack and I finally located my keys. I brought them to the door and tried to put the key in. But with my hands as shaky as they were, I dropped them back on the wooden porch floor.

"Shit!" I exclaimed loudly and looked back behind me to see the vehicle had stopped moving. A chill went down my spine and it wasn't from the rain. I grabbed my keys and luckily, I was able to get it in first try, swiftly unlocking the door and throwing it open. I grabbed my bag and jumped through the doorframe. Slamming the door behind me. I peeked out the closed blinds on my front window and watched the car accelerate forward again.

"Fuck." I breathed and turned back around, pushing my soaked bag to the side and leaning against the door.

I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to calm my breathing down from both the incident as well as my run home. After a few minutes I almost had my heart rate back to normal, and I opened my eyes again, looking down at my shoes. I groaned. My once white shoes were now a gross brown from running on the gravel in the rain and they were soaked. I ruined them.

I kicked them off as well as stripped off my shorts, sweater and t-shirt. I picked up my shoes and headed into the kitchen, flicking on a light as I went.

I tossed my shoes in the garbage and went towards the laundry room, placing my soaking wet clothes in the dryer and turning it on. As I walked back through my house, I chanced another look out the window and saw the roads were clear.

"Thank god." I breathed to myself. What a night. I walked toward the hallway, phone in hand and went into the washroom. My phone was a little damp, so I wiped it off and turned towards the mirror.

I let out a breathy laugh at my appearance. My cheeks were flushed and my hair was absolutely drenched, sticking to my head and shoulders. I turned my phone on and noticed the text I missed from Edward, shuddering again at the events from tonight.

You alive?

I laughed and instead of messaging him back I hit the call button. Anxiously waiting for him to pick up I turned on the shower, allowing it to heat up to the right temperature. I was so cold.

"Hey babe." My eyes closed with instant relief at hearing his voice, "Hi baby." My voice trembled a little, I didn't realize how cold I was until I heard myself try to speak.

"Are you just getting home? The weather is horrible. I hope you at least drove to work tonight, it's pouring." I pursed my lips. "Unfortunately for me, I walked today, so I got to feel the full extent of the rain." "Fuck." He cursed. "You should have called me, I would have picked you up!"

"I know I know. But it was clear when I left and didn't start raining until shortly after. Otherwise I would have." I told him. And I probably would have been home sooner if I hadn't been stopped by those men. Thinking of them caused my breathing to pick up and it didn't go unnoticed by Edward. "Are you okay?" He asked, genuine concern lacing his voice. "Yeah I'm okay, you know men's night at the restaurant is never my favorite night." I could practically hear him frown over the phone. "What happened?"

I paused, wondering if I should tell him. Telling him would only worry him and its over now so there's no reason for that.

"Bella?" he pressed.

I exhaled. "Nothing more than usual, just gross old men who make annoying comments and drink too much beer." I took a breath and replied, "I'm sorry babe, do you need me to come to work with you next time and kick their asses?" We both laughed, "I would say yes, but then I may also lose my job." "Yeah, maybe not the best idea." I grinned.

Looking up I realized I still had the shower running, but it was heating up the bathroom, so I didn't mind too much. "I wish you were here." I said to him softly, I didn't want to be alone tonight. "Do you want me to come over?" He asked immediately and I could hear the concern in his voice. I sighed again, "No, no. The weather is terrible, and I don't want to risk you getting into an accident. Just come over tomorrow morning and I'll make us some breakfast."

"You don't work tomorrow, right?" He questioned. "Nope. So come over as soon as you wake up and we can hang out all day. But I've left the shower water running for too long now so I really should hop in before I waste all my hot water." He chuckled, "Okay babe. Ill see you tomorrow, get a good sleep okay? I love you."

I felt my heart warm, "Say it again." I replied softly. I heard him smile. "I love you Isabella, always." I smiled.

"I love you too Edward. I'll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams my love."

"Sweet dreams."

I waited on the phone until he hung up and put my phone back on the counter. I tested the temperature of the water again, and once satisfied, took off my bra and underwear and hopped in. I relaxed at the temperature of the water and let it wash away my stress for the day.

I took my time in the shower, enjoying the feel of it on my skin. Eventually I turned off the tap and stepped out, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around myself. I grabbed my moisturizer and applied it generously over my face.

Stepping out of the steamy room, I walked into the cool hallway, heading across the hall to my room.

I felt a breeze and froze in place; the hairs on the back of my neck standing straight up. I stopped walking and slowly lifted my head to chance a look at the front door. It was open. I held my breath as I stared into the darkness, not able to see anything past the pouring rain. I slowly walked towards the door, eyes never moving away from it. Suddenly I noticed my keys. Still sticking out of the lock. Fuck sakes. I must have forgotten to take them out in my rush to get inside.

I shook my head to remove other thoughts and rushed towards the door, grabbing my keys and putting them on the table on my porch. I grabbed the doorknob and looking outside one more time, not seeing anything; I closed the door, making sure to securely lock and latch it.

I walked back towards my room, turning the kitchen light off as I left.

I entered my room and closed the door behind me. Flicking the light on, I finished drying off and let my towel fall to the floor, grabbing some pajama shorts and a comfortable t shirt to sleep in. As I sat on the edge of my bed, my stomach growled. I forgot to eat!

I groaned and stood back up, feeling so exhausted but knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep if I was hungry. I open my bedroom door and walked into the kitchen, freezing in my steps.

The light was on.

I know I turned it off. I distinctly remember turning it off. My heart began to beat faster as I slowly made my way into the kitchen.

My house was one story, with the main area of it being open concept. The kitchen and living room were attached and you could see one end to the other. My laundry room was through a door off the kitchen, random spot, I know but I had no complaints. The hallway that I was just exiting had access to both my room, the bathroom as well as a spare room. It was small but it was my home. My safe place.

I moved quickly to the corner of my kitchen beside the laundry room. I grabbed a knife out of the drawer and tried not to panic while I desperately thought of where I left my phone.

The washroom.

I started to walk slowly towards the hallway but was stopped dead in my tracks when two men walked out from behind the corner of it.

I shrieked and jumped back towards the kitchen, immediately recognizing them from the car earlier this evening.

"Get out!" I screamed. My hands were trembling so hard I wasn't sure how much longer I could grasp onto this knife.

"Now! Get out now or I'm calling the police!" I was on the verge of tears and I'm sure I didn't look very intimidating with my voice shaking so hard.

One of the men chuckled and the other smiled. "You're going to call the police, hmm? With what phone? So much for that boyfriend of yours, I haven't seen anyone else around tonight for miles." He lifted his arm up from beside him and my eyes zoomed in on my phone in his hands. Fuck. FUCK.

"You give that to me right now, or else."

The passenger laughed, and I shivered. Suddenly he bolted towards me, but I reacted quickly, slashing the knife in front of me and colliding with his arm. He let out a gasp of pain. "Fuck! You little bitch. You're going to regret that. Mike!"

Having no time to react, a man burst out of the laundry room behind me, wrapping one hand around my neck and grabbing my hand that held the knife with his other. He pulled my body close to his and I was no longer able to breathe, he was pressing down too hard. I tried to scream but nothing could come out, I couldn't get any air. He used his other hand to bend my wrist back as hard as he could until the knife fell from my grasp and onto the floor. My wrist cracked but I couldn't do anything but cry and choke.

The other two men walked towards us and I started kicking at the man behind me, the tears flowing freely now. My legs couldn't do any damage at the angle I was being held and I could only watch as the passenger reached down to grab the knife off the floor.

My vision was getting blurry as the grip on my throat still wasn't loosened, and I was fighting with everything I had in me to get a breath.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the man holding it loosened enough for me to take in a breath and as I took a deep breath to scream, my body couldn't handle it and I started to choke and cough. It hurt so bad I thought I might throw up.

"You can scream. No one will hear you." Whispered the man behind me and my body felt like it was on fire. My coughing finally slowed and as I took a deep breath and got ready to scream again the knife was pressed to my throat and I was frozen. I could feel the cool metal of the blade pressing into my skin, not enough to break the skin but enough that I was terrified in fear.

"He said no screaming, princess." The man sneered.

I started sobbing. "Please don't do this. If you go now, I promise I won't tell anyone anything just please don't hurt me. I'm begging you." I could barely get the words out; my throat was in so much pain.

The passenger smirked, slowly dragging the knife across my throat and my body trembled under his touch. "What do you think Tom?" He asked the man who I remembered was in the backseat. "Should we stay or should we go?"

I desperately looked towards Tom, my vision so full of tears I could barely see him.

His face remained a cold and hard expression. "I think I told this bitch she couldn't get away with talking to me like that, and I plan to fulfill my promise to her." I choked and started sobbing again, and the knife was handed over to Mike, the man holding me. He kept one arm wrapped tightly around my waist and put the knife back over my throat.

"Sounds good to me." Mike threatened. Tom and the other man stepped to the side and Mike began walking forward while holding me. I tried to put my feet in the floor and stop him from moving me but my small 5'4 frame was no match for his large 6'2 demeanor. All the men towered over me and there was no possible way I could fight them off. But I was going to try like hell with everything in me.

He walked twenty feet until we reached the center of the living room and he threw me down onto the floor, my small body slamming into the coffee table. I tried to catch myself by putting my hands out in front of my but let out a shriek of pain after realizing he must have broken my wrist, and I had just put all my weight onto it. My ribs were throbbing from hitting the coffee table and I rolled over in pain trying to make myself as small as possible while holding my broken wrist.

I heard a loud noise and looked up to see the coffee table being shoved out of the way against the tv, and all that were on either side of me were two sofas. I desperately looked around for a weapon, anything I could use as a weapon to protect myself when my eyes landed on the lamp to my right. I jumped up and went to grab it when I felt my hair being pulled back.

I screamed and was thrown back onto the ground, my head slamming onto the hardwood and the wind knocked out of me. Disoriented I tried to look around me when I felt a fist go into my stomach. It was so forceful that I couldn't even breathe, my body instantly reacting, and I started dry heaving, nothing in my stomach. My eyes were watering and I tried to scream but suddenly someone was on top of me, choking me once again. I shot my hands up to the ones around my throat, but I was no match for his strength.

The pressure released and as I inhaled, I heard a sharp slap, and my face shot to the right. My cheek was burning and my lip bleeding into my mouth. I struggled to catch a good breath as I felt my body being pulled down a foot towards my attacker and then other set of hands grabbed mine and pinned them tightly above my head to the floor.

*Trigger Warning: Graphic details below*

I tried to kick my legs but I was being straddled by Mike. Tom handed him a strip of duct tape and he proceeded to press it tightly over my mouth, effectively removing my ability to scream or call for help. He leaned back and looked down at me appreciatively, smiling at the sight he saw below.

I struggled and writhed but it was no use. The man holding both my wrists was no match for me and I could barely breath let alone move with Mike sitting on top of me. My loose t shirt had ridden up during this struggle and Mike moved him hands down to rest on my hips. I let out a muffle scream and they all laughed.

I felt like I was going to explode with fear when Tom handed Mike the knife I originally tried to use on them. He brought it directly to my exposed skin on my stomach and held it perpendicular, so it was aiming right into me. I sobbed and closed my eyes, terrified of what was to come next. He slowly began to drag the knife upward, and my body trembled beneath his touch. He took hold of my shirt and slowly began to cut it in half. I kicked again but I could barely raise my legs with him on top of me.

Once my shirt was cut off he brushed it to the side, exposing my breasts. I tried desperately to turn to the side but I couldn't budge. I fought against the hands pinning mine but with my broken wrist it hurt so much more and it was useless. Mike brought his hands up to my breasts and started to feel them. Moving his mouth down and sucking on my nipple I screamed as loud as I could.

I felt a sharp pain and tried to push his face off me when I realized he had bit down on my nipple and wouldn't let go. I screamed and writhed but it only made him bit down more. He finally released it and his hand was back up at my throat, choking me while his face went to my other breast. He left hand started sliding down my stomach and he raised himself off me just an inch and slipped his hand down my shorts. With the movement of his body I finally had a small amount of leeway and bucked my hips to try and remove his hand from me.

It only caused his hand to move faster and slide between me, entering my body. I screamed so hard into the tape I thought my face was going to burst. It was just one finger at first, and then he added another and another and I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I could barely breathe and my chest felt like it was going to burst at the violation I was going through. He thrust his fingers dry inside me repeatedly and the pain was unbearable.

After what felt like forever he pulled his hands from my pants and I cried in relief. His face came off my chest and he looked toward the men he was with.

"I think we should take this to the bedroom, what do you guys think?" He sneered.

I shook my head forcefully as Mike stood. The other man was still holding my wrists when Mike and Tom went for one leg each. I kicked as hard as I could and managed to land on blow right in Mike's stomach, effectively winding him. He doubled over and I got another one to his face. Tom dodged around my legs are winded his arm back, aiming his fist at my head.

The force of the blow caused stars to appear in my eyes and I lost all the ability to move my body. I couldn't see, everything was black and in that moment I felt hands grabbing both my legs and my body being lifted from the floor. My wrist protested at the strain being placed on it and I sobbed.

It only took a few seconds until I felt my body being placed on the bed and I shot up as quick as I could. But Tom delivered another blow to my rib, the pain felt unbearable. My ribs were throbbing and I was sure one was broken. I was straddled again and so many hands were on my body at once. Both my hands and an ankle were being taped to my four-poster bed. I kicked as someone reached for my one free ankle, but it was no use, I was no match for any of them.

As all the hands left my extremities, I realized just how in trouble I was. I was spread eagle on my bed and couldn't find an inch to budge in my restraints. I gasped in pain as the tape was ripped from my lips and I screamed. I felt a hand slap my face and I whimpered.

"Please stop, oh god, I'm begging you please." I sobbed heavily, my ribs throbbing in pain at every word.

"Aw princess, we are just getting started." I heaved as the knife was brought back and my last pieces of clothing were removed. I struggled with all my might, my limbs growing exhausted from the ordeal. Mike cut off my shorts, and my underwear followed shortly after. I was officially fully naked and I felt sick to my stomach.

Mike stood up off me and I watched in terror as he removed his shirt, making eye contact with me the whole time. He wasted no time taking off his belt and dropping it to the floor. He pulled his pants down and I looked away, ashamed at what was about to happen to me. I could barely fight him of when he straddled me again and lined himself up at my entrance. I sobbed again and he choked me, reaching his other hand up to my breast and gripping it so tightly it hurt. He used pressure to force my head from the side to look up at him and I cried.

"Please Mike please don't do this oh god please."

And with that, he smiled and slammed himself into me. The pain was hard, sharp and excruciating. I tried to scream but it was suffocated when he pressed his hand firmly on my throat. He thrust himself in and out of my body as roughly as he could. He brought his face to mine and started kissing me. "Bite me and I'll kill you." he threatened.

He entered his tongue inside my mouth while he continued to thrust in and out. The pain was excruciating, and I tried to move my mouth away from his but his hand holding my throat kept it in place. I felt like I was going to die. I wanted this so badly to all be a bad dream and I needed to wake up and be safe in Edwards arms. With the thought of Edward, I started sobbing. How would he ever be able to look at me again.

I was brought out of my thoughts when he bit down on my breast, drawing blood.

"Ow! Please stop oh god that hurts!" I cried and cried as his mouth kept assaulting my breasts, and suddenly the searing pain was on my nipple. I couldn't handle the pain on my breasts and the pain radiating so deeply inside me. He thrusted harder and faster I thought my body was going to split into two. He nibbled with his teeth on my nipple and a shudder racked me.

He groaned and I cried as I realized he was about to come. "Fuck yes princess you feel so good, so tight. I'm going to come inside you baby." I screamed and he pushed harder again with so much force there was no way I wasn't bleeding. He bit my nipple again, drawing blood and slamming into me one last time and I felt him come inside me. I struggled and tried in vain to move him out of me, but I couldn't budge. I felt him shudder while he released himself inside me and he groaned again. "Fuck yes baby take it all in, just like that."

*Trigger Warning Over*

My body collapsed with exhaustion and I sobbed. Sobbed for my body, my life, for this horrible situation that I couldn't get myself out of, and for Edward. I don't know how I would ever come back from this, how we could ever come back from this. I cried because I didn't even know if there would be an 'after' from this; if I would make it out of this alive.

I felt the pressure on top of me disappear. I closed my eyes and prayed for this to be over. I couldn't do this anymore. I wasn't strong enough for anything else.

I whimpered, "Please go, please I can't do this anymore please just let me go." My body wracked with sobs and I closed my eyes, praying for this nightmare to end.

I flinched when I felt a hand caress my face. My eyes shot open and I tried to lean away from the attacker. My heart broke when I saw the other two men both taking their clothes off. I let out a gut-wrenching scream. "Fuck! Someone help me, oh god please! Help me!"

Everything went dark when the fist connected with my face again, and again. I didn't understand why this was happening to me. "Why me?" I cried out painfully, my voice barely above a whisper. I started choking and turned my head to the side, spitting blood out of my mouth. I could feel myself fading in and out of consciousness. I felt sharp pain on my ribs. I think I was hit again, but I could barely feel it.

There was pressure on top of me again. "Round two?" I heard Tom laugh as I silently cried. I had no strength left and whatever I did have was fading quick. "Please," I whimpered, coughing on my own blood, "please let me go." I heard a menacing chuckle.

"I told you you wouldn't get away with this princess, you didn't believe me? Well then I guess that's your own fault. Let's see if your boyfriend can still love you after this." And with that he entered me, but I didn't have time to react. My body couldn't take anymore of it, and everything went black.

And there we have it. A long ass chapter because I couldn't figure out how to break it up into pieces. Its like 17 pages on word but not one area I know how to pause at. Yeah I know this was graphic as hell so hopefully if its too much for you you were able to skip over the trigger warning. Let me know, questions, comments or concerns I don't really do much so im interested in any feedback, positive or negative.

Xx take care