There were two other girls standing there above me looking down at me. I couldn't make out the expression on their faces but they were beautiful, God were they beautiful.

Had I met my end without realizing this and these were the angels that greeted me?

The blonde angel spoke to the other "She looks as if she is in shock". Her voice was as beautiful as her face. It sang to me and calmed me as I let my eyes attempt to close. I was unable to close them all the way before I felt hands working to untie the knots that bond my legs and arms. I didn't move; I just waited. They looked at me as if they were waiting for me to do something, but I didn't know what to do.

The other red headed angel knelt down and pulled the gag from my mouth. She looked me straight in the eye and began to speak. "Dear child, at least make some kind of movement to allow me to see that you are still working". I shifted myself and allowed my arms to push my body up and settle into a sitting position. "That's much better. Now I'm sure you're scared and confused but there is no need to be". I blinked with confusion, 'no need to be scared' I repeated to myself in my head, then why should I have been tied and gagged; I kept my thoughts to myself. "You see" the red headed woman began again "you have been specially chosen to come here, it's an honor really. Just be a good girl and you will see that everything will turn out just fine". She smiled with the most perfect smile I have ever seen.

With that the two woman lifted me from my position on the floor and walked me through a door way.

The room held a bear claw tub, a body length mirror and an amour that sat in the corner. Without word the women began to grab the ends of my clothes and pull at them. I took a step back and said aloud "don't do that!"

"I told you if you were a good that no harm would come to you. Now you were doing so well in the other room don't give me a fuss now". I took a step back but there hand followed and I allowed them to lift my shirt over my head and my jeans bunch at the bottom of my ankles.

I stepped out of my jeans and was motioned to remove my underwear, I could already feel the petite fingers unclasping my bra from the back so I grasped my underwear and allowed them to slide from my hips to the pile on the floor. I must have not noticed the water running, or perhaps it had been full the entire time, but I was walked over to it and gestured to step in.

I stepped into the water and sank down into its warmth. Its warmth engulfed me and filled the cold feeling that had occupied. I shouldn't feel so comfortable but I couldn't help it. I watched as the woman around me worked to find a washcloth and some shampoo. The blonde girl, Rose I had learned, stepped behind me and poured water over my hair and worked the shampoo through my hair. She massaged it in as they other ran the wash cloth over my arms and shoulders.

I didn't understand anything. I couldn't put together why one moment I had been bound and gagged in a vehicle and now I was being washed by two beautiful women who shouldn't be doing anything less than modeling for some high fashion company.

It came to an end and I removed myself from the bath. I stood there as water dripped from the ends of my hair on to my breast only to drip of my nipples onto my stomach. I was towel dried and then presented with a simple black dress and some simple black ballet flats. My hair was blown dry and brushed into a high ponytail atop my head. Rose applied makeup to my face and to the bruises that had begun to develop from the restraints around my wrists and ankles.

I was escorted into what looked like a living room, except a very high class living room. It would be no secret to anyone who walked in that whoever owned this home was well off and didn't mind if anyone saw that.

I was presented to a group of people that sat speaking amongst themselves. There was another young woman, beautiful of course and small like a pixie. The two other women moved from my side and took places next to the other girl. They stood standing a few feet away from a small group of men that sat talking.

They were like male models that had walked right off the pages of a magazine. One, obviously the head of the house hold, sat in a chair with his blonde hair slicked back to perfection. He spoke to the other two using hand gestures to make a point as he sat on the edge of a black chair. The other three, obviously no older then perhaps 22, sat around him laughing. Not one looked up at my presence and I was left confused and fidgeting.

Should I run? Was this some kind of test?

My eyes scanned the room. The walls were made purely of glass but it was dark outside I could see nothing. I tried to take note of all the doors and estimate how long it would take me to reach them from where I stood but suddenly one of the boys stood up with no announcement and walked over to me.

It was so wrong to be looking at him this way but the boy was beautiful. His golden eyes were the most remarkable thing I had ever seen and his hair lay tousled on his head with pure perfection as if an artist had sculpted it. His body was not to be underestimated, even clothed I could make out his strong shoulders and the muscles of his body.

I was yanked from my thoughts when I felt a hand grab my throat, under my chin, turning my head as if to size me up like a piece of meat. I don't know why but I spit directly in this gods face and I felt the fury of his hand across my cheek. Stunned I crumpled to the floor, I'm sure my crimson lipstick that had been just applied was now smeared from my lips.

"Listen here" he said in a stern but smooth voice "I will not have any of that. Do you think this is a game or a party? Hm, little girl"? You could hear in his voice his confidence and I could hear the laughter of the other men as if he had just told a joke. I glanced at the three women standing a few feet away expecting them to do something but they only looked onwards with vacant eyes.

"Well, this is not a game. At least not for you". He had crouched down and was speaking right above my head, I didn't have the courage to look him in the eye, and I don't know what had even come over me to spit in his face. He wiped the spit from his face with a finger and then dragged it across my cheek and then stood to his feet.

The largest of the three walked over and picked me up as if I was nothing more then a pillow. My head wondered to the old Hollywood scene of King Kong holding the beautiful woman in his hand as he climbed the building, any other time I would have giggled at this thought in my head but not this time. I was thrown over his shoulder and he began to walk away from the room.

Fear washed over me and I began to panic. This was it, because of my stupid act I was going to die now.

I let out a scream; if this was it then I was going to at least try. He whipped me around so that I faced him and grabbed my throat with his hand so fast I didn't even realize what had happened. My air way was being cut off but I could hear him loud and clear when he said "Shut the fuck up" and gave one last squeeze of his hand around my throat before letting go. I was gasping for air when I was thrown into a dark room.

I hadn't been bound or blind folded. It was so dark in the room a blindfold would have been pointless; I couldn't even see my hand in front of me. I lay down on the ground for who knows how long; it could have been minutes or hours or even days. I was curled up in the corner of the room with my head resting on my arm when the door opened and a figure stood in the door way.

The light behind him was so bright that his body was only a silhouette. I knew it was not the larger one who had carried me here for his body would have taken up more of the doorway. Instead a slimmer figure stood there and made his way in. As my eyes adjusted to the dark with the help of the light from outside the door I could see it had been the man I had been struck down by.

I lifted my head from my arm but just curled tighter into myself, as if it would do any good. He knelt down in front of me and I could smell his sweet musky smell and feel his breath on my face when he said "Have you calmed down little one? I do hope so because I like you Bella and I would hate to have to give you up" I jerked at the sound of my name on his lips, he knew my name.

At the moment I knew it had been no random act of kidnapping me, this had been thought out.

"You see I like you a lot and I plan to keep you as my own", he stroked my cheek with his index finder and allowed it to linger on my chin. "Here's the deal, forget anything you have known, forget anyone you have known before. From now on all you care about is making me happy, Bella" His index finger rose from my chin and met my lips. He brushed my lips with his finger and slipped it down my lower lip making it part from my top. "if I have to punish you as a way as breaking you then so be it but I would really rather you just play along".

I sucked in my lower lip and bit on it, partly because I was trying not to cry but a tear escaped me and ran down my cheek. He caught it with his finger and frowned and then slapped me across the face with the same hand "No, no, Bella. There will be none of that. I just can't have you crying all the time when I have so many other uses for you". I didn't want to look at him again, this beautiful Greek statue of a man was treating me like a piece of trash, like something he owned and could do whatever he pleased with. I felt his fingers run down my neck and down my breast before sighing "tsk" and standing to leave.

Once again I was left alone in the dark, my face stung from the slap but eyes burned from the tears and my throat ached from trying my hardest to hold in my sobs but once he was gone I let them flow freely.

I must have eventually fell asleep because once again I saw his face but this time it just starred at me and I looked back studying each perfect curve and angle of his face along with his perfectly structured nose and mouth.

I made my self sick with disgust. How could I waste one moment thinking about a man that has stolen me from a life I was happy with?