Prisoner of war. You hear about these things. A tourist gets kidnapped and held. You never really expect these things, you never think it would happen to you. It happened to me. I was fifteen I was on vacation in France with my parents. We had been taken hostage. They had killed my parents and raped me. I had been through hell and back. Tied to beds and beaten with canes and whips. My capture came in. I wasn't sure where we were just that we were no longer in France. He hit me over and over again. I was still tied to this damn bed naked. He stripped his clothes off and climbed over me. I squirmed beneath him. He laughed as I cried. He thrust into me movements were fast and rough as always. He moved his hands between us and rubbed my sensitive spot. After a few minutes he came inside me and he rubbed me harder and I climaxed as my body betrayed me and I moaned. He smiled.
"Thats right baby." He whispered in my ear, "God you're so good and tight." Then he started again with his rough movements. Soon everything was black again. When I woke I was no longer tied up.I curled into a ball tightly.
When I turned seventeen I just gave up and gave in. Now at nineteen I did as he wanted, it hurts less that way. If he wanted something I would just let him have it or did as he asked. He walked in the room and dropped his pants. I got on my knees and crawled over to him. I gave him what he wanted. Suddenly I heard a loud bang. He pulled away from me. A man in a uniform raced into the room. I glanced up at him. I noticed immediately it was a united states uniform. A few more uniformed men entered the room. One of them grabbed my capture. The first man that entered the room scooped me up. He ran his hands through my hair.
"Hey," He said calmly, "My name is Emmett Cullen. Can tell me where your clothes are?" He looked softly at my face.
"I-i don't have any clothes," I sat me on the bed and pulled his overcoat off and then his shirt off. He slid the shirt on me and then the overcoat. He stepped in to the bathroom and returned a few moments later with a rag. He gently wiped my face off before tossing the rag aside and picking me up. He carried me out the door and I clung tightly to him. He ran his hands through my hair.
"What's your name sweetheart?" He said gently to me. I closed my eyes tightly.
"Isabella. Isabella Swan." I whispered quietly. I saw recognition on his face. He ran a hand through my hair.
"God they have been looking for you for years." He said quietly, "Since you were fifteen." He jogged over to a man.
"Captain," Emmett said to him. I could hear the respect in his voice. "This is Isabella Swan." His eyes went ride.
"You get her to a hospital get her checked her over and then check into a hotel with her," The Captain said, "Do not leave her side McCarty. You know how long her Aunt Sue has been looking for her?" I was carried to a car and drove straight to the hospital where I was looked over. The doctor said I needed eat plenty of nutrients and prescribed me some vitamins. According to them eating twice a week wasn't enough and I needed to gain weight because a nineteen year old girl should not weigh seventy-five pounds. The doctor told him to take me home and to feed me if I was to start throwing up he was to bring me back to the hospital immediately. They wanted to keep me for observation but I had said he could look after me. A nurse was nice enough to give me the extra set of clothing she had. Emmett went to a hotel and they checked us in. He laid me on the bed.
"Do you want a shower?" He asked me and I nodded. "Feel free to help yourself." I tried to get up to move but my body had finally just give it out. It protested any movement on my part. He sat beside me and stroked my hair.
"Do you need some help Isabella?" He asked me softly and I nodded. He gently pulled my clothes off keeping his eyes on my face. I closed my eyes tightly as he picked me up. He held me with one arm and set the water with one. He sat me in the bath tub. He ran a hand through my hair.
"Do you need anymore help Isabella?" He asked me as he looked at my face keeping his eyes locked there.
"With my hair," I whispered to him. He nodded. He gently helped my wash my hair. He left the room afterwords. I washed my body and I didn't want to call him back to help me so I tried getting out of the tub on my own but I slipped. Emmett burst into the room. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. I burst into sobs.