A/N: This story is rated M for rape, violence, language. If you are under 18, do not read this story. I do not own the characters in this story. Only Stephenie Meyer does. I am not sure if I will continue this story as it is only one idea I have for a story.
BROKEN MERCY
I was driving to my ballet studio alone in the rainy little town of Forks, Washington. It was late and devastatingly dark outside and I knew better than to be driving alone at night. Forks had become notorious for its wild and plentiful game and all I needed was for one of them to run out in front of me. The road I was traveling on was narrow, curvy and dangerous to navigate especially in my old beat up, piece of shit truck. So, why am I doing this alone again? I thought I might have forgotten to lock the doors to the Studio and set the alarm. Even though Forks was a small town and everyone knew everyone else, the number of hunters, campers and again the animals, the Studio had to be secured. The Studio was near and dear to my heart as it previously belonged to my mother, Renee. Mom passed away several years ago of breast cancer even though she fought hard, underwent a double mastectomy, radiation, took experimental medication and even sought help through natural healing. The cancer went into remission a couple of times but came back with a vengeance. She went through more surgery and radiation therapy but stopped her treatment halfway because she just couldn't do it anymore. The last year of her life was the hardest of course. My Dad, Charlie, and I struggled right along with her. He was forced to work extra shifts at the Police Department to help pay the bills insurance did not cover. My poor Dad aged ten years overnight. I took over the ballet studio to keep the money flowing. That studio was my whole existence. I grew up in that studio. Hell, I think I was born there. While I love ballet and took to it naturally as a toddler as my Mom would always say, my dream is to become a lawyer. My Grandpa Swan, my Dad's dad, was a lawyer. The only one in Forks as a matter of fact. When I wasn't in school, at the ballet studio or at home, I was at Grandpa's office. His secretary was my Grandma. Even though Gramps was the only lawyer in town, he didn't make much money. He did it purely for the satisfaction of helping others and because he loved the law. He handled all types of cases including criminal defense. I worked with Gramps a lot during my summer vacations starting at the age of sixteen. I offered to work for free but Gramps always said a lady needed her own set of pearls, so he would pay me $100.00 every week. Gramps pounded so much law in my head I felt I could pass the bar exam without even having to go to law school. I know, I know. No one has to tell me how ridiculous that sounds. Once I graduated high school, I began working with Gramps full-time because Grams died. Gramps died two years later. Needless to say, Dad and I have had it rough over the past few years.
So on my way to the ballet studio, something had indeed run out in the middle of the road and I swerved to miss it. I over-corrected the truck and slid into a boulder, hitting my head on the steering wheel. The damage wasn't too bad since I wasn't driving very fast anyway but it was bad enough to blow out the front left fender and tire. I thought I could handle it but when I tried to get out of the truck and walk to get the spare tire, I felt dizzy. I quickly got back into the truck and called my best friend, Jacob, who owned the only tow truck and auto shop in town. A man answered the phone but I didn't know the voice. I asked for Jacob but the man said he had stepped into the restroom. I was curious why anyone other than Jacob was there since it was so late. The man identified himself as James and that he just started working with Jake a few days ago. He had been working a little late with Jake on a rebuild they were doing. I relayed to him that I was a friend of Jake's and that I needed help. He said he would have Jake call me right back and to just hang tight.
Jake finally called me back a few minutes later. I explained where I was and what happened and he said he would be right there. Twenty minutes later, I heard the tow truck pull up behind me. The tow truck's headlights were still on and blinded me a bit. Therefore, I didn't see James get out and approach me. When he got to me, we made small talk while he worked to get my fender and tire fixed. He was having no luck and said he would tow it back to the shop. It was cold outside so I told James I would get in the tow truck and wait. James spun on his heel and pushed me up against my truck.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I yelled at him.
"What a pretty little thing you are." James said menacingly while raking his eyes up and down my body.
"Unhand me now you prick" I screamed at him and clawed his face.
"OW. YOU LITTLE BITCH, YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT BUT FIRST, I WILL HAVE MY WAY WITH YOU! Now, be a good girl and be still. You can scream all you want. No one can hear you out here but the animals." He continued to say. I hope one of those savage beasts would come get him. I thought to myself.
"LET GO OF ME YOU PIECE OF….." James cut me off by choking me. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a bungee cord and tied my wrists up behind me. I took advantage of his momentary distraction of trying to get the cord double knotted when I kneed him in his sac. He fell to his knees and I took off like my ass was on fire.
"COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUCK." He yelled. I ran and ran so hard. My hands were still tied together so I couldn't get very far. He must have a sac of steel because that motherfucker caught up to me in no time, pushing me to the ground. I continued to struggle against him but it was to no avail. He slammed my head into the ground a few times making me see stars.
"Now you will behave." James seethed and proceeded to tie my ankles together. I tried kicking at him but he twisted my ankles so hard they snapped. I screamed out in pain. It was the worst pain I have ever felt.
"I will not hesitate to kill you." James snarled at me. He was able to pull my yoga pants and panties down to my ankles that were surely broken. I continued to scream and struggle against him and beg him not to do this.
"James, please do not do this." I pleaded. I did my best to pull at his heart strings to get him to stop. "I'm a virgin, please do not rape me." When that didn't work, I threatened him. "My father is the chief of police and will hunt and kill you, you stupid asshole." James slapped me across the face. He then ran his hand across the red handprint he left.
"Oh, that is beautiful Isabella. Your blush is exquisite. How I can't wait to be inside that pussy of yours. Just so you know, I plan on fucking that pretty little cunt of yours, then your asshole and I am well aware of who your father is."
James bent down to lick my face then my lips, biting my bottom lip until it bled.
"MMM, your blood is divine Isabella." He ran his finger along the bite. That was when I jerked forward and bit the shit out of his finger.
"WHY YOU LITTLE SLU…" James started but I screamed back at him "If I'm going down, James, you're coming with me." With that, James punched me in the stomach knocking the wind out of me. He then dragged me to the nearest tree and stretched the bungee cord, still wrapped around my wrists, around the tree to hold me to it.
"FUCK." I screamed out in pain. The bungee cord was cutting into my wrists. I felt the blood start draining from them.
"You could avoid all this pain, you little tramp, by cooperating." James spat in my face.
"NEVER!" I responded back.
"So be it Isabella." James said as he ripped open his fly and plunged deep into my womanhood. I screamed like a motherfucker and could not stop crying and cursing. James put his hand over my mouth to shut me up while he continued to pound into me grunting maniacally like an animal. How could this be happening to me? I am the daughter of a cop for crying out loud. I tried biting at his hand but just couldn't do any damage. James plunged into me one last time and exploded inside me. I was so horrified and disgusted that I threw up in my mouth. James pulled out of me with another grunt.
James put his hand on my face and coo'd, "now that was a good fuck Isabella. I think it might have been the best I've ever had." I threw up again. That did not deter James from licking my sweat and tears from my face. I was so numb at this point. I didn't have much fight left in me and prayed this torture would be over soon. Then I remembered him saying he was going to fuck from behind, too. Oh God I thought. I can't take much more. James ripped off my shirt, then my bra. He licked his lips and proceeded to bite and suckle on my breasts. He bit me so hard, I think he actually bit my nipples off. About that time, I felt him get hard again. He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my ass up. He smacked my ass hard.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOUGH?" I screamed at him. He shoved my face in the ground and I could barely breathe. I was snorting and sniffling so hard, I inhaled dirt.
"You know I'm not done with you yet." With that, he plunged into my ass. I felt like I was being ripped in half. I couldn't tell what hurt more at this point, my ankles, my wrists or my ass. He was still pressing my face into the dirt. I began thinking about my mom and wondered what could be worse, fighting cancer or this monster? With that, I lost all consciousness.
