These wonderful characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, I just get a kick out of playing around with them. The plot, however, belongs to me.
WARNING:
This story contains a series of abuse and violence in various forms, so be aware this is not and will not be a story for everyone! So if you don't have a strong stomach this may not be the story for you. Stop reading!
A major thanks to SaritaDreaming for not running screaming for the hills beta'ing this.
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Preface
Incarceration is the detention of a person, typically as punishment for a crime. People are most commonly incarcerated upon suspicion or conviction of committing a crime.
A prison in the time I live in is not necessarily a building with four brick walls. No, it has changed into a community, a city bound by a fence and roaming on the inside are the murderers, rapists, child abusers, and any other types of low life known to man.
I, Bella Swan, exist amongst these people in a small fenced in community called Forks. Looming all around are the tall trees, the ever green and moist forest.
In the inhumane, I have found humanity. Those who claimed to be humane were the real monsters. This I have learned while incarcerated.
I never expected to have a home again. I never dared to hope, nor did I never expect to find safety, but I had. I even found love in the most unlikely of places. Staring into his blood red eyes, his hunger and devotion was beckoning me, luring me down this dark and dangerous path, but I did not fear him. I never had. He was the sole reason I managed to survive this depraved place. He was the reason that I had not given into my demons and chosen the eternal darkness to soothe my agony and leave my precious one behind.
His cool skin didn't feel cold to me as he hovered closely. Indecision was battling the clear and undiluted want and need that was controlled by his instincts. His nature was far different from mine, and he struggled with it constantly. He would never be able to deny that inhumane side of him that was powerful, perhaps more so than his supposed lost humane side. It was a reflex to survive jerking at him, leading him to the only thing I would ever be able to offer him. He wanted what I could give him, but morally, he fought not to succumb.
I craned my neck, moving my head aside, waiting for the searing pain that would follow his assault on my throat. I wasn't scared because I wanted it. In all actuality, I needed it. I longed to return the kindness he had always bestowed upon me. I wished for him to belong to me and not seek what he craved to survive out where I… I no longer ventured.
I wanted him to be solely mine as I was his.
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