Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
Summary: "There's no need for the shackles, the collars, and the chains anymore… because even without the restraints, you can't run away from me…"
WARNING : Stockholm syndrome, RAPE, abuse, and drug use.
Bella.
I knew something was wrong with him that night. He acted friendly, he wasn't rude like he usually was, he even offered me something to drink. At first I thought that the bastard was just trying to get me to pay for his meal. But as I said he was very friendly and so I didn't think twice about the matter and had a drink or two...
"Come on Bells, just one more cup," he urged me to drink more.
After that point, I lost recollection of the event.