Bella's Point Of View
"Lesson?"
"Since you can't play the role of a helpless victim, I'm going to have to teach you step by step. You've already submitted to me by screaming in agony. Now, you're going to fight. Fight for your life, Bella."
My hand cupped the stinging wound left on my stomach, my eyes locked on his as he stood to his feet. The torture he was inflicting on me was something new to even him, more thrilling than any of his other kills. I felt so insignificant, laying on the cold floor in an injured state, his body towering over me.
"I said, fight." With his last spoken word, his foot collided with my side, causing me to yelp in pain. I heard a deafening crunch, pain searing through my chest as my brain recognized the fractured rib. It took me a few minutes to grow slightly used to the amount of pain I was feeling, at least enough to roll onto my stomach and force myself onto my hands and knees. I expected him to throw another violent kick, though was surprised when he simply backed away. I slowly stood to my feet, the pain causing my balance to wobble ever so slightly. My dazed vision watched his hand point to the front door, only a short distance away. "The door is right there, Bella." Though it was fairly close to where I stood, it seemed miles away. I knew I wouldn't get more than a few feet before he caught up to me and damaged me further. I wasn't quite as stupid as he believed me to be, yet I ran. My body lunged for the door I knew I would not reach.
His body was standing in front of the door the moment I had burst into a pained sprint, blocking my only exit with a tedious laugh. His hands clapping together in an appalling applause. "Very good, Bella! Very believable. You have so much acting potential." My eyes begged him to step aside, to let me go without a fight or any further injuries though he didn't budge. His eyes scanned the room, a new idea forming in his evil mind before his eyes settled back on me. "There is another exit, Bella. Perhaps you would like to try that one as well?"
As painful as it was picking myself up from the floor and sprinting to the blocked door, I desperately needed the little hope he waved in front of me with the unfair challenge. It offered me a strength my beaten body neglected to let me feel. His body pulled away from the door and stepped closer to me. An instant wave of fear washing over me as I watched in approach. His eyes glanced up at a window nearly reaching the high ceiling, before glancing back down at me.
There was absolutely no way I was going to be able to reach that, James knew it as well. Much like before, I felt my body leave the comfort of the ground I stood on, my body hitting a wall just as hard as I had earlier. The only difference now was the pain was much worse after my previous injuries, and the fact that he had thrown me only a few inches from the window, not allowing me to break through and escape. My body fell from the high wall and hit the floor roughly, an agonizing feeling making me feel sick to my stomach. My forehead now wore a bloody cut, my arms and shoulders instantly bruising from the beating the wall offered.
Life before, he was next to me, the same disgusting smirk still hanging from his lips. I was unable to move, though he knew this. His foot nudging me once again, encouraging me to stand. I did just that, only to be pushed back to the floor like children in a playground, this time giving in.
"Oh Bella, I think I might keep you around longer than I originally planned." I cringed at the thought, my eyes staying focused on his as I awaited his next form of torture.
"Beg..."
