The Impossibility of Surviving
Edwards point of view
My eyes snapped open as they once again drooped while I watched my blank computer screen the curser blinked on the empty word document. My desk was piled with paperwork I groaned and buried my face in my hands and took a deep breath. So many damn reports to file, so many damn reports to write.
"Masen, go home already" the chief, Watkins said as he walked out of his office, I glanced up at him and nodded. I'll get home later I answered in my thoughts. I glanced at the time at the bottom of the computer, almost 11. Great, I had too many cases and not enough time to get through them all.
About an hour later I had all I could take and slowly stood up my muscles were sore; the pile on my desk was smaller, but only slightly. As I stood up I grabbed a last cream colored folder, one for the road maybe. I flipped it open and a picture of a beautiful soft brunette woman looked back at me, her big deep brown eyes shinned. It looked like she was laughing in the picture.
She was sitting at some kind of metal table outside in the picture, maybe outside the coffee place in town. She was pale and slender, and stunning. I prayed to a god, I wasn't even sure I believed in, that this was not a murder case and that she was still alive somewhere. Maybe just a robbery, doubtful, a man could hope. She looked so innocent and pure.
I skimmed over the words in the file, she was missing since early last month. It was a dead case, it had bounced all around the department, no one could find her and she was getting lower on the priority list by every day.
Isabella Swan. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl, I will find you Isabella I promised myself silently as I slid her file into my bag and turned off my light as I walked out into the dark cool night.
Bella's Point of View
The cold metal chain shook and clattered as I moved my hands the locks binding the chains around my wrists weighed the chains down and pulled the chain against my wrists, I winced as my already raw and probably infected wrists rubbed the cold metal. I pulled at the thick metal chains and moaned softly as the stinging fully woke me up. I shivered in the cold air, goose bumps appeared on my skin.
I took in the surroundings of the dark cement basement I had been in for so long, the dim swinging light bulb in the middle of the room provided the little light in the room the ground was dirt, and the grime covered my body and clothes. I took a shaky breath, I wanted to go home. I missed the sunshine and warmth even the ever persistent rain a bit. It was cold, damp and bleak down here and the dress I was wearing was ripped and covered in my own blood.
I remembered I had screamed a lot at first when I woke up here gagged and chained to a wall, I cried, stood up pulled on the chains that surrounded my wrists and chained me to the wall. I screamed relentlessly it was muffled by the tight gag, but that still angered him. It was really bad in beginning, I didn't listen to him I should have it would have saved me so much pain.
The door opened as if on cue, light flooded through the door making me wince and turn away. He stood a silhouette light illuminating around him. He looked almost like a godly figure with the light behind him, I knew the difference though. He is no god, my stomach turned in knots at the thought of comparing him to anything remotely decent.
The wood door slammed loudly, a lock slid into place I think he had drilled some steel on the door, possibly to try and make it more sound proof. Tears burned in my eyes, I started my little pity party all over again. He stepped down the stairs, they strained under his weight.
"Eating time" he grunted. I screamed in frustration, the emotion filled my core whipping out my sorrow momentarily. I pulled on the chains, tears sped down my cheeks leaving tracks on my dirty face. My jaw muscle clamped down and my breathing was erratic and jagged.
"Shut the fuck up! Your fucking lucky I feed your ass" he screamed kicking my upper leg with unfounded frustration. I gritted my teeth and clamped my eyes shut.
"I hate you. So much" I spoke softly through gritted teeth the salty tears slid down my face burning as they passed over a light scrape on my cheek. The frustration and anger left my body and the empty void was filled my despair.
"You will learn to love me, in time" He laughed loudly stroking my cheek down to my collar bone, I turned away in disgust. His fingers felt disgusting on my skin, the way they crawled chilled me to my bones. My brow crinkled and I turned my face away so I didn't have to look at him anymore.
"In two weeks you'll be out of here anyway. Out of the country even, no one will even remember your face by then anyway baby cakes" he chuckled. My eyes shot back to his face, praying he was joking. Some sick ugly joke, anything but the truth.
"what do you mean I'll be out of the country" I squeaked, I meant my voice to sound more menacing but it sounded scared and weak, just like me.
His booming laugh surprised me. "don't worry that pretty little head of yours, it don't matter" he stood up throwing a piece of bread down on the dirty floor, my throat burned with thirst I couldn't remember the last time I had water. I let out a strangled cry of despair.
"what you want something else? Anything else I can get you, ungrateful bitch!" he snarled stomping on the bread. I let my head rock back to hit the jagged wall behind me, silent sobs heaved my chest. Tears no longer fell from my eyes, probably not enough water in my body. A pounding on the door startled me, my head jolted up and my eyes connected with him.
"make a sound and you will regret it for the rest of your short life" he growled his hand brushed down my whole body I shuddered and clamped my mouth biting my bottom lip. He stomped his way up to the door and slid it open so only his body could be seen, I was still left in the dark.
"Oh hey boss" he grunted.
"Red." The man greeted, "where is she?" the new mans voice was thick with an accent, I couldn't figure out where it was from though maybe Russian or German. The door opened fully, I could only make out two dark figures one of them I could identify as being "Red" the other must have been the strange man.
Suddenly fluorescent lights flicked on, my eyes clamped shut from the sudden brightness of them. The light pounded into my skull even with my eyelids shut. I didn't even know this room had more light.
Slowly I opened my eyes, two men were standing on the stairs. I recognized "Red", its not like I hadn't seen him before, his hair did not look as red in the dim light though. I could see why he was called Red thought, it was fire engine red.
The other man was wearing black slacks and a dark grey button up shirt with the top few buttons undone. His skin was medium and his hair was dark and combed away from his face.
"She's pretty, good choice. Good money" Boss nodded after his eyes slid over me he turned back to Red. Are they going to sell me, like a piece of clothing? I thrust my arms forward pulling on the chains making them rattle loudly. I glared at them while my eyes leaked a few tears up despite my best efforts.
"don't worry about it princess, you won't be found" Red cackled, I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. Gulping my spit down in hopes that it would make my body think I had gotten more water. It didn't work.
"I need water if you want to keep me alive" I kept my voice soft because it hurt my throat to talk louder.
"You want water? That what you really want?" Red snarled stepping forward, I just closed my eyes and leaned my head back into the wall to tired to even flinch.
"Just get the fucking water" Boss hissed impatiently walking towards me. Boss grabbed my arm and ran his hand along it, same with the other arm I tried to jerk away from his touch. It reminded me of a judge at a dog show, the way he pulled my eye lid up to look in my eyes and mouth.
He slid his hands up my torso over my dress I tried to thrash but I was weak, he felt my stomach running his hands over my very noticeable ribcage through the thin cotton. His touch was dirty and disgusting, he was better than Red though. At least his touch didn't feel sexual, he was checking me out for sale.
It was disturbing in another way.
I looked back at him as he slid his hands around my back feeling for faults, I gasped and arched my stomach forward to get my back away from his hands as they ran over sore spots on my back. He didn't even flinch when I cried out in pain.
"Why are you doing this?" I croaked, he was feeling from my hip down to my ankle, I had started wishing I hadn't worn a dress. I had stopped trying to fight it though, I couldn't do it anymore. He understood I wasn't asking about the examination.
"Good money" he grunted I forgot all about my thirst and rage flared my system.
"That's all?" my voice was horse and outraged "You are going to sell me to another country, ruin my life, make me miserable just for some good fucking money?" my eyes were wide, are there really people this horrible in the world, people this cold? He looked up at me his grey eyes stone cold, heartless bastard.
"Yes. People kill for money don't they?" he responded simply not looking away from his work, I winced as his hand ran over a bruise.
"I would rather be killed" I spat, he looked up at me and smirked. I felt disgusted with him and I didn't want him near me anymore. In fact I wanted nothing more then for him to be hit by a large buss. The door opened and Red stepped down the stairs, he looked at our position and raised his furry eyebrows.
"if you wanted to fuck her you could have told me" Red said loudly, Boss turned the cold eyes on Red.
"If I was fucking her, you would hear it" his voice was as cold and even, the same as any of the other times he had spoken. This comment enraged me though; I kicked up my leg hard hoping to hit him. He moved his head so I didn't hit him, but I got him mad.
Bad idea.
He rushed forward so his arms were on either side of my hips and he was in between my legs. He leaned in quickly, his eyes tight with anger. He was so close to my face, our foreheads were almost touching, he was so close to kissing me. I was trembling and terrified.
"you want me to fuck you?" he snarled threatening me his breath smelt like smoke, I looked away from him. I had to, his eyes were so penetrating but so shallow to look at, he was so harsh and icy.
He got up and stormed up the basement steps I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. Red threw the water bottle at me, thank god I could reach it I nearly cried with relief. Water, heavenly water, freedom would be better but life isn't perfect now is it.
I got as far to the side as I could so I could give myself more mobility to bring the water to my face. I don't think I could afford to spill a drop of the water. Not when I had no idea when I would next get it next. I was careful not to drink too fast, I took sips every thirty seconds.
I closed my eyes wondering what I did to deserve to be locked in a basement trying to conserve water. I should be at home with Charlie, making him dinner maybe, he was so helpless in the kitchen.
Alice's and Jaspers wedding date would be approaching now, oh god I couldn't miss her wedding. My eyes started to tear up at the thought of how beautiful Alice's wedding was sure to be. She had practically been planning it since junior year of high school when she first started dating Jasper who was a senior.
It would be very fancy and even just one center piece would cost more than everything I own. Of course Alice will have planned the whole thing herself, dragging me everywhere to pick out everything just as she did before. I took a shaky breath in.
I'm her best friend, her maid of honor and I won't even be at her wedding. I have to get out of here. I sighed sadly knowing I am the last person who would be able to get out of something like this. I have no survival skills and the clumsiness won't help anything.
I sighed leaning back against the wall thinking of everything I was missing in life. Who knows what else happened. I wonder how that date Angela had with Ben something went. And I want to know how Jake is doing, last I heard he was living with his girl friend Lizzie. I bit my bottom lip and clamped my eyes shut. Will I ever be able to see any of them again?