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Chapter 2

I kicked and thrashed against James, trying to scratch my way out of his arms; my efforts were wasted on him. He held his vice like grip on my body and was silently running through the trees. I opened my mouth and tried to scream, but it came out weak and ended with me coughing uncontrollably.

My body was still freezing and shaking from the ice-cold rain that fell all around us. The numbness I had experience earlier had disappeared quickly and was replaced with a rush of adrenalin and fear. My senses were hyper alert; every sound we made was like an explosion in my ears. I could smell James' skin, slightly Earthy and sweet.

We traveled for hours it seemed. The rain had slowed to a light drizzle, and eventually stopped all together, but pressed against James' cold marble body I couldn't get warm. Exhaustion edged around my consciousness and finally took me under. I had been dreaming of Edward's face when the sensation of us slowing down woke me.

There was a clearing in the forest up ahead of us and I could make out a building in the middle of it. Fear paralyzed my body. Being held by James while running through the forest was awful, but the thought of being in a closed in space with him was absolutely terrifying. I began to fight against him again and was met with an evil laugh.

"Do you really think that's going to help?"

His smile was haunting. I knew there was no point to fighting, but my body was acting on instinct.

Edward had left me to try and protect me from James; I wouldn't just give up and let his efforts be for nothing.

I wanted to tear him to pieces, rip him limb from limb and spit on the pieces of his mangled corpse. I opened my mouth to yell at him; instead pitiful sobs escaped.

"Please, just leave me alone." I covered my face with my hands; I didn't want him to see me defeated.

"That wouldn't be much fun would it?"

He still had the same hate filled grin on his face. "Your sweet little boy friend sealed your fate when he brought you into our world."

James' face looked bitter and angry now. His mouth was no longer lifted at the edges, but twisted into a dark scowl.

I could see the building we were walking towards was actually a small, dark cabin. The front porch was in need of major repair so we were circling around to back a door. James carried me through the old, dirty kitchen and down a dark hallway into the only bedroom on the right.

My eyes hadn't adjusted to the sudden darkness and my heart did flip-flops as he sent my body flying through the air onto a small mattress in the corner. When I landed dust exploded around me, and the stale smell of mold and dirt filled my nose. I coughed a few times and stared out into the dark, waiting for my eyes to adjust.

The window had been boarded over and light was seeped in through the cracks. Other than the mattress I was sitting on there was nothing in the room. I put my arms around myself trying to control the shaking that had started in me. I wasn't sure if it was from fear or the cold.

My clothes were still soaking wet from last night's rain. I could only guess that it was near morning now, the light was steadily getting brighter outside. James had left the room for a second and had returned with something balled up in his hands.

"Take your clothes off." It was a command and I wasn't about to follow.

"N-n-o-o." I was barely able to get the words through my chattering teeth.

"It wasn't a request." He growled, taking a step closer. "If you don't take them off, I will remove them for you." His eyes were narrowed to dangerous slits.

The idea of his hands close enough to remove my clothes made my stomach turn. I stood up unsteadily, and once I was somewhat sure I wouldn't lose my balance I began to slowly pull my clothes off.

The material was tight and clingy from being wet and I had trouble getting my jacket and shoes off. I began to unbutton my shirt but hesitated and glanced over at James.

His head was cocked to the side and he watched me with interest. The look in his eyes was unnerving. I held my breath and tried not to cry as I finished unbuttoning my shirt and pulled it off. It took some coaxing to get my jeans off, but finally I stood there in only my little white bra and panties. I held my arms in front of me, clasping my hands in a weak effort to hide my body. James was enjoying my obvious torture.

"Those too." He pointed at my underwear.

"Go to hell."

I was tired, cold, and angry. There was no stopping him if he was going to kill me, dressed or not. Why should I do anything he said? I lifted my chin in defiance, daring him to try and take the last shred of my dignity. He just laughed and walked forward to me.

"You have a death wish don't you?" He continued to look me over with interest. "I never could figure out 'ol Eddie boy's obsession with you, but I can definitely see there is something interesting here." His eyes studied my body, all covered in goose bumps from the frigid air.

"No more games, give me your clothes."

James dropped the bundle in his hands at my feet and it unrolled into a pile of dry clothes. He was close enough to touch me now, but I preferred to keep his hands off of me.

With every bit of pride I could muster, I slowly unhooked my bra and dropped it onto the pile of my wet clothes, then slid off my underwear to do the same with them. A few tears of humiliation slipped down my cheeks, but I held my breath to stop anymore from escaping, not wanting to show how upset I really was.

I held my head high, not moving for the clothes he had thrown at me. I could feel his eyes on my body now; his stare was so intense it probably left marks on me where he was looking. After a few silent minutes he shook his head and smiled.

"This is going to kill Edward." He shook his head with an amused smile then bent over to pick up my soggy pile of clothes. His head stopped half way down and turned towards me, looking directly at my puckered nipples.

I gulped in a little whine of discomfort. James laughed a little before taking my clothes and leaving the room.

My breath came out in a whoosh of air. I moved as quickly as my stiff body would let me, almost tripping as I pulled on the baggy sweat pants and mans long sleeve button up shirt. There was a hole in the knee of the sweats and the sleeves on the shirt were so long I had to roll them, but they were dry and didn't smell horrible. I half hoped they were actually clean. I didn't want to think of whom they might have belonged to, but thanked whoever it was and sat down on the mattress, tucking my feet beneath me.

The tears flowed without hesitation now. My mind was in chaos from the feelings I had experienced in the past ten hours. I was still reeling from last nights devastating blow of Edward leaving, then the fear from James' kidnapping me. Now the humiliation of having to strip in front of James was eating away at what was left of my strength.

My eyes felt swollen from my crying, and my body was sore from the violent shivering that had gripped me all night. I would have thought it impossible, but my brain switched off and I fell asleep just as the sun was rising outside my window. My nightmare was just beginning.