Author's Note: After some constructive criticism (Who I would like to thank by the way) from one of the readers who let me know the timing of the previous chapter two was all wrong. I then pulled the newest chapter and decided to re-write it. So, having said that the Cullen family will not make an appearance, until later on in the story. Thanks again to the individual to pointed this out to me! As for the rest of you, thanks you all for your reviews on the story.

Finally, I felt myself starting to come back to the present. I felt groggy and my thoughts seemed fuzzy. I could not form a coherent thought; all I could place in my head was the look on the man's face before everything went black. I tried to think of something else; my mother, my father, but no, his face stuck in my mind as if someone pressed pause in my head. I tried to move but my body would not respond; I could not feel my limbs at all. I tried to wiggle my fingers…nothing. I could not feel anything; the only thing that I seemed to be able to do was think of the man's face. I could not feel or hear…only think of him.

My mind felt as if I was in a haze. I don't know how long it was when I felt the haze start to slowly lift from my mind. My head, which was numb, started throb; it felt similar to a migraine. Aside from the throb in my head, I felt something that seemed to be like carpet. I felt someone watching me so I kept my eyes closed and tried to keep still. I heard someone say something but it sounded like a garbled sigh. Then I heard someone start walking closer to me. Whoever it was placed two fingers on my neck for a few seconds. They then proceeded to untie something that was wrapped over my eyes. I kept my eyes closed and tried to keep a normal breathing pattern. My instincts were telling me to pretend to be asleep. The fingers reappeared at my wrist and stayed there for a few more seconds. As soon as they touched my skin, I gasped and my breathing started to spike.

It was obvious that whoever was there knew I was awake because they started to soothe my hair on the side of my face and speak to me. I still couldn't understand what they were saying.

Whomever this person was got up and left. Before I could think that maybe they thought I was still passed out, they came back. I felt something wet and cold touch my lips. I didn't want to respond to the contact but I was so thirsty. My body betrayed me when I slowly stuck my tongue out to touch the wet substance.

"There you go, that's good," said a soft voice.

I was able to hear her now and my body started to feel stiff like I was lying in the same position for too long.

The voice is what shocked me it sounded caring, gentle and warm. Maybe someone has found me? Maybe whoever attacked me left me for dead somewhere…

I whimpered as the wet cloth came in contact with the swollen part of my lip.

"It's okay…It's okay. I'm just trying to clean you up a bit. Don't worry, don't worry," The voice cooed. It sounded female.

I slowly opened my eyes and a girl my age maybe less was kneeling before me. She gave me a gentle smile as she met my eyes.

We stared at each other in silence for a few moments. Her quiet gentle voice broke it.

"Thirsty," she said as a matter of fact instead of making it a question.

I nodded to her and she gave a small grin got up and walked away. I took in my surroundings.

I was in a small room with no windows. There was a pipe leak somewhere as I heard the dripping. The ground was dirt but I was laying on a square piece of carpet. The entire room was bare except a toilet and a makeshift sink.

I tried to sit up when I was hit with a wave of nausea and dizziness I fought it and made myself stand up. Only to fall against the wall that was behind me. I groaned aloud.

The girl hurried to my side with a cup of water.

"Easy there," she warned me. "You'll have to take things a bit slow. Don't worry, the chloroform will wear off in a few hours," she told me gently. I sensed desperation in her voice.

"Ch-chloroform?" I stammered.

She nodded

"That's how they got me here. I can only assume they did the same to you," she stated.

The realization of what was happening hit me hard. I crumpled to the ground with tears in my eyes and started to sob.

"Shush! They will hear you!" She whispered loudly.

She glanced at the only door in the room with a fearful expression.

I covered my mouth with my hands and tried to quiet my sobs.

"Why?" It was all I could say when I was able to speak.

"Don't know," she whispered, not meeting my eyes.

I looked the girl over. She was slender and looked very tired. She was wearing nothing but a small silk nightgown that barely went passed her knees. Her top lip was swollen and her right eye was covered by a bruise. She also had a nasty cut above her right eyebrow and her hair was thin and oily. Her nightgown had a small tear in it and it was covered in dirt blotches.

Her face was a little thin and her eyes, when she made eye contact with me held nothing but hopelessness. I couldn't meet her eyes as I looked her over. I dropped my gaze to my bruise filled legs.

"How long have you been here?" I asked as I took a drink of the stagnate water she offered me.

It came to my attention I was dehydrated and I gulped down the entire cup and slid down the wall on to my butt.

She took my cup and stared down at me. She didn't meet my eyes as she told me.

"I'm not sure…a week maybe? I lost track of time," she whispered the last part.

"Why do they want us?" I fought to choke back from the sob ripping my throat.

It was strange how everything felt as if I was dreaming…a nightmare that I would wake up from at any moment.

She didn't answer my question; she just got up and walked over to the wannabe sink and rinsed out the dish. I thought I heard her say something to herself.

"I can only pray that you don't find out so soon," I thought I heard her say.

I shuddered

I didn't want to ask her to clarify what she meant.

I folded my legs to my body, wrapped my arms around my knees. I started to rock myself back and forth while trying to think of a way out. I didn't come up with anything. The only way to escape was to get out of the room. Which only had one door and it was locked from the outside.

Reality seemed too horrific so my mind stayed in the past. It stayed with my mother and father in my warm clean house. I don't know how long this girl and I sat next to each other without saying a word to one another. I glanced at her once, she had the same glazed over eyes I'm sure that mimicked my own. I was positive she was thinking of home just as I was.

"What's your name?" she asked in a faraway voice.

"Huh?" I asked, too lost in my daydreams to properly hear what she asked.

"What's your name?" she repeated. It was a rare occasion when she gave me eye contact. She had done it only twice since I woke up.

"Bella," I whispered

"Bella…" she mimicked. "That's a pretty name you know."

"Thank you. What is yours?" I asked. For some reason we only talked in whispers. It felt safer that way somehow.

"Kaylee, but they will change your name and I just wanted to know what your real one was. The name they gave me is Samantha," She said

"Why do they-" My sentence was cut short by the sound of two men laughing somewhere outside the door.

Kaylee covered her hand over my mouth. She stuck her index finger on her free hand to her lips, silently signaling me to be quiet.

I nodded and she removed her hand from my face and grasped my hand. She seemed to be holding on for dear life. It was quiet outside the door for only a few moments when we heard the fumbling of keys.

Kaylee then looked me dead in the eyes.

"Don't fight… They like it when you fight, but it will only be worse for you…" she said in an in a dead voice.

The way she said it and the possibilities of what she meant sent a chill down to my bones and fear in my chest. I scooted to the corner as far away from the door as possible. Kaylee looked at me and shook her head as if to say, that won't help.

I heard several bolt locks click open and the sound of a rather large bolt sliding from across the front of the door. I flinched as the knob turned. Two men walked in, one took a step towards us while the other turned to shut the door. Then both of them turned to face us.

"Well Samantha, I see our new friend is up." The taller man grinned evilly.

Another chill went down my spine causing me to shudder.

"Aw, Look Sam our new girl is scared." He mock cooed at me.

I recognized his voice. It was the same man who found me in the cupboard.

I was too scared to even move my eyes darted between the two men and Kaylee.

"Hey Kitty," The man said.

"I'm Kevin," he told me and then pointed to the other man who leaned against the door. "That's James. I see we are going to be great friends. What do you think, Sam?" He asked as he walked over to Kaylee.

Kaylee only nodded her head.

I started breathing heavy, James was staring at me in such a way that my stomach twisted and made me want to hurl on everything in sight.

Kevin slowly walked up to Kaylee who was standing stiff as a board. Kevin slowly walked in a circle around her. Then pressed his hand onto her lower back.

"Sophie," He said looking at me.

I didn't understand at first why he was calling me that when he first kidnapped me. Now I knew Sophie was to be my "new" name.

"We have a few rules here that you will follow. Is that perfectly clear?" He said his voice turning soothing. "I'm sure James will be happy to explain the rules…James?" He said then looked at the man across the room.

James nodded his head at me.

I refused to look and him and kept my eyes on Kaylee who was still looking at the ground.

I nodded letting him know I understood.

"Good Kitty," He said.

He then took his hand that was on Kaylee's back and dragged it to the front of her and then led it up to her breast. There he proceeded to cup it and grinned at her.

Kaylee did nothing to protest his actions. She just started to shake a small whimper escaping her.

"Sam darling… shall we head up stairs?" He asked her in a loving voice.

I had to gulp back the vomit in my mouth.

Kevin turned around and Kaylee followed. James started his way towards me with a sick smirk on his face.

Kevin opened the door and walked through. Kaylee turned to me and mouthed, "Don't fight." She then walked through the door and disappeared.

I started to shake and whimper. This could not be happening to me. This was supposed to only happen in to movies. I curled up in the fetal position and started to shake my head no.

I didn't know if I wanted to cry or if I was going to throw up.

"This is not happening. It's just a dream, just a dream," I whispered to myself.

James must have heard me because he shook his head no and reached behind him and pulled a black handkerchief from his back pocket.

"We're going to play a little game," he said as he went to place the handkerchief over my eyes.

Instinctively I moved my head and kicked out my left leg and hit him in the stomach.

He gasped and grabbed his stomach with his hands.

"Wrong move," he sneered.

His eyes went black with hate and something else I could not pinpoint.

I was terrified of just his eyes. It was clear he meant what he said. It was just as clear as what he was going to do to me.

He then backhanded me. I screamed in pain and he chuckled.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a screamer!" he said between laughs.

"I have a feeling I'm going to like you, Sophie," He said as his hands rubbed my ankle.

"Don't touch me!" I wanted to sound angry but it sounded more like a plea.

"Now, now I give the orders here Missy, you obey them, understood?" He grinned

He grabbed my ankle roughly and then pulled me towards him.

I tried to move to my right and get out of his grasp but he was too strong and pulled me back to him.

I felt his fist make contact with my head. I started to see dots and it was hard for me to breathe.

I felt myself go limp onto the dirt covered ground.

I think I heard James laugh as he was tying his makeshift blindfold around my eyes and then lifted me up over his shoulder.

I tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

"Not a chanc,e Kitty," he said using Kevin's nickname for me.

He slapped my ass and told me to behave, or else.

I don't know where he took me, I couldn't see a thing. I heard a door open and then closed.

The sound of a lock closing seemed to echo in my ears.

I was flung onto a bed.

"Don't fucking move," he ordered

I felt something being tied around my right wrist. Oh God, he was tying me to the bed.

NO! My mind shouted at me.

Fight! It ordered me.

"No!" I screamed

I pushed myself up and pulled against the cloth that held my arm down.

James then turned his attention away from tying me down and punched me twice in the stomach.

"Stay down!" he yelled at me.

I crumbled on the bed and gasped for air. He literally knocked the air from my lungs.

Tears were running down my cheeks when he grabbed my left wrist and tied it to the bed post.

The blind fold was still on my head when I heard him walk away from me.

"This little light of mine," he started to sing. I choked on my own sob when he tied each of my ankles to the end of the bed post. "I'm gonna let it shine," he continued to sing. Then started to stroke my legs. "Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine"

I felt him weigh the bed down as he got on it. He continued to hum his tune as he straddled me. I felt his weight on my stomach as bent down over me. He was still humming his song.

His hot breath was on my neck, so I turned my head to the opposite side. He in return placed both of his elbows on the side of my head and forced my head still.

His tongue then traced circles on my throat. I whimpered and attempted to kick my legs but it was useless.

"You know, I'm really glad we have you now. It was getting boring with Samantha, plus I have my own Kitty to play with now," He said in a hoarse and rough voice. He then moved his elbow and slowly untied my blindfold. I gasped at how close he was to my face. "Welcome to our room" He said in a proud tone

More tears fell from my eyes he gave a grin and wiped my tears off my face. I moved my head away from his touch. "No worries, I promise to be gentle." He whispered in my ear and then licked the shell of it.

I groaned in horror at his actions. His fingers slowly slid down my pajama pants and untied the knot at the front. I wriggled under him.

"Please no, don't." I resorted to begging.

"Now, now. Stop crying," he cooed.

His breathing got heavier as his hand went under my pants and encountered my panties. "Hmmm" He moaned. His hand continued to go under my panties and touch my bare skin beneath it.

"Please, please, please" I whispered. He didn't answer as his two fingers slid between my folds and then squeezed my clit. "Stop," I begged

He huffed and looked at me. "I really hate it when they cry" He muttered to himself.

He then got off me I sighed in relief and closed my eyes. I heard him open a door. Thinking he was leaving I opened my eyes. I was wrong…

He was in his closet he grabbed something from the top shelf and turned to me to show me the object. A sob ripped through me. It made me realized that this was real and it was going to happen. No matter how much I begged, no matter how much I pleaded he was not going to stop…

He grinned again as my eyes landed on what was in his hands, a gag ball…

"No," I whispered in denial. He chuckled and came up to me and roughly grabbed my head. "No, no, no!" I screamed

"Yes," He answered simply. He pulled my face to his and licked my lips with his tongue. When he finished he tied the gag ball in my mouth and repositioned himself on me once again.

My cries, pleas, and screams were muffled by the ball that was tied in my mouth. The gag was so tight I couldn't even turn my head or breathe out of my mouth.

"Now where were we?" he said. "Wait I remember."

He then slid his hand between my legs again. I moaned in shame at what he was doing to me.

"Like that eh?" He groaned "Then you'll love this."

He pulled his hands back and ripped my tank top off. Then he slid my pajamas down along with my panties.

I cried silent screams that no one would ever hear.

He started to lick the swell of my breasts. After a few moments of licking he then reached under me and unhooked my bra and unwantedly freed them.

"Hmm, you know for such a petite girl you have big tits," he stated as if it was something I would want to hear.

His mouth caught one of my nipples and bit down. I cried through the gag yet again.

While his mouth was still in place he then brought his fingers back into my folds and squeezed me again. His fingers rubbed me while his mouth sucked me. I felt nasty all over I was wishing for it to be over yet my mind knew he was nowhere near finished.

I groaned in pain as he stabbed his fingers into me. My neck was soaked in my own tears. I tried to fight back the vomit again but I couldn't. I felt as some of my own throw up came into my mouth. I had no choice but to re-swallow it because I was unable to spit it out.

He groaned again and removed his fingers and unbuttoned his pants. Oh God, my mind cried. James then placed himself against me and started to rub his penis against my opening. My whole body was convulsing due to the sobs that racked through my chest.

"Shush now, gentle as a lamb I promise," He whispered.

He then plowed into me, I felt myself tear open and bleed from his size. I screamed for so long that I saw black dots in my vision. My lungs ached to breathe, but the pain in my lungs were helping to keep my mind off the pain from James.

He grunted with every hard thrust into me. My head would hit the bed's headboard every time he entered me. I felt his hot nasty breath on my shoulder, as he leaned his head against me.

"So tight…" He moaned in obvious pleasure.

More vomit then entered my mouth, which I was forced to swallow once again. His moans and grunts entered and echoed in my ear as he continued to assault me. I don't when exactly my mind decided to block out the pain, but it did. My mind rebelled against the present and took me back to my happier times.

My mother and father were having a picnic in the sun. It was warm there unlike the dark, cold basement I now lived in. They seemed happy as they gazed into each other's lives and pledged their love for one another. I was not in this fantasy…and I was glad. What would they say if they could see me now?

They wouldn't even have known me…

What do you think?

I know it was a bit graphic in the end but there is a reason for this later on.