"Shit," I mumbled to myself half asleep. It was times like these that I hated living in a sorority house full of sexually active girls.I mean, here is is 4:00AM and someone was loudly sneaking in. I tosses around in bed trying to find a comfortable positions. After tossing and turning for a few minutes I decided that I wasn't going to be able to fall back to sleep.

I slipped silently out of bed trying hard not to awake my roommate Claudia. I slipped out the door with easy and began making my way to the kitchen to get a drink.

WHAP!

Before I could even take a step down the stairs, a gloved hand came down hard over my mouth and nose. The owner of said hand followed his attack by quickly slamming my body into the floor, pinning my down with his weight.

Instantly the news stories about the recent murders and kidnapping flashed through my mind and I began to struggle hard, praying that this was one of my sorority sister's idea of a prank. My struggling was useless due to the fact that I'm very weak and he is very, very strong. While struggling I also realized that it was not a glove that he was presses up against my face. It was a damp cloth and he was practically suffocating me.

"Calm down, Isabella," his strong voice commanded to me, as the fuzziness in mt head began to spread. My fighting stilled and I felt myself begin to blackout.

***

I slowly forced my eyes open. After a few blinks my eyes slowly came into focus enabling me to see that I was in a strange dimly lit room. I slowly tried to sit up, but failed realizing how much pain I was in. My joints and muscles were still and I ached all over. I searched my memory for the event that could have lead me to this room and pain. Clearly it was not a one night stand that happened to so many of my sisters because I was fully clothed in my night gown and no one was in bed with me, thank God.

Suddenly, I remembered being slammed into the ground and almost suffocated by some savagely strong, masked assailant. But that event didn't account for the amount of pain I was felling right now. I must have been drugged. My head felt huge and bloated and I felt like a giant bruise. Looking around I began studying the room. The ceiling was low and it looked like it had been recently build or remodels, but was actually quite nice. The bed was real brass. There was a antique white dresser with brass handles. A beautiful vanity with a silver brush, comb, and mirror. The room was very nice other than the fact there there was no windows and there only seemed to be one exit; a huge, heavy, wooden door.

There was a small closet that was slightly ajar. The contents instantly made me sick. The closet was full of my clothes. He brought them here, just like he brought me to this place. I left like was was trapped in one of Dante's lower rings of hell. Using what was left of my little strength I pulled myself up into a sitting position. After telling myself to calm the fuck down I realized that the closes in the the closet weren't actually mine. The man the man that brought me here had went out a bought clothes that were just like mine. Glanced across the room and found that there were countless other thinks that had been bought for my benefit.

Who ever brought me here knew everything about me. My arms and legs felt like weights. For the first time since high school I felt myself wishing for Edward and missing him and the rest of the Cullen family.