Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
Summary: "There's no need for the shackles, the collars, and the chains anymore… because even without the restraints, you can't run away from me…"
WARNING : Stockholm syndrome, RAPE, abuse, and drug use.
Edward's clothes: ( i00. wsphoto/v0/519077570_1/Men-s-new-business-shirt-casual-wear-dress-shirts-man-s-pure-long-sleeved-shirts-Plus . jpg )
DAY ONE.
It's like waking up from deep sleep. I feel beyond exhausted, every fiber of my being ache to stay asleep. Someone hovered above me, I don't know who and I can't tell because I still feel very groggy.
Warn sweat trickled down my cheek. Not my sweat, someone else's. The man hovering above me pushed his hair away from his eyes. His hair is dark chocolaty brown with a tint of blond highlights. His hair looks very familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before…suddenly my eyes shot wide open. It took a few minutes to register the whole situation.
Edward fucking Cullen.
He lifted my left leg over his shoulders. He smiled down at me before speaking.
"You're awake" he gasped.
I couldn't help my body from shaking, I was disgusted, horrified, and sick to my stomach. Edward Cullen sat with my left leg over his thigh. He was naked. His body covered in sweat. It wasn't until I noticed his nudity that I realized I was naked too.
"I was actually planning on doing this once you woke up, but I couldn't help myself…" he said as he caressed my naked thighs.
His voice sounded apologetic but his facial expression betrayed him. He was enjoying every second of this. The bastard was grinning.
He rubbed himself between my thighs, he lifted one of my legs up and kissed the side of my knees. I began to shake again, I feel like vomiting. He made sure that our eyes met as he gave my legs kisses.
I tried to get up but I have a collar preventing me from moving away. Wide-eyed I frantically pushed and slapped his hands away from me. I was in a awkward position. I had my left leg on his shoulder. I had a strong hold on his hand and he seemed surprised.
"You can still move around quite well…" he commented not looking at me directly but at my hand gripping his.
Without warning Edward grabbed the chain connected to the collar and pulls it towards him and then slams my whole body unto the bed. I started gasping for air as he had wrapped his hand around my neck in those quick seconds.
Edward took a syringe from the nightstand close to him and removed the orange cap with his teeth.
"Is your body used to the drugs already?" he murmured injecting me in the arm. I moaned loudly in pain because I felt the needle going into my arm.
"I don't really want to use this… but I have no choice," his grip on my arm tightened.
"If you put up a fight. I might accidentally end up hurting you…" he said as he pushed down on the plunger. I was trembling like a wild animal. I clenched my mouth shut.
"This drug won't kill you, it'll just make sure you can't move," he let go of my arm and let me lay there, unable to move. My whole body became numb. My head rested on my left cheek with my mouth wide open.
"Hmm, there are side effects, though" he murmured.
He grabbed my chin and began kissing me. I wouldn't call it kissing, though. He would move around his tongue and suck on my mouth. I couldn't breathe, I fought, and I tried to move. I coughed and gasped for air when he finally released me.
He looked crazed. He licked his tongue enjoying me struggling for air.
Edward put my thighs together and began thrusting. The mattress made a creaking noise with every thrust. He began thrusting faster and harder. All I could hear was the bed creaking and his heavy breathy panting. My thighs felt hot and sticky. I'm surprised that he hasn't entered me yet, but how long will it be until he does.
I writhed under him, I couldn't move I could only wait until he finished. He became more violent as the minutes went by. He gruned with his final thrust, and just like that I felt warm sticky residue on my stomach and breasts. He sat there eyes closed, catching his breath, and satisfied with his work.
I laid there motionless, drool coming out of my mouth. His eyes looked sleepy.
"Hmm… are you okay…?" He asked lifting me by my armpits and sat me down on the bed with my back resting on the bed post.
He scraped the cum from my stomach into his hands and forcefully squeezed my cheeks to open my mouth. My eyes went wide. Oh god. This fucker better not do what I think his gonna do.
He brought his hand to my mouth and let his cum drip. I could taste his warm, salty, semen go down my throat. I feel disgusted. And just like that he laid me down again.
"The drug should wear off by tomorrow," he stated as he started putting on his clothes.
He disappeared from my view, his footsteps echoed in the room.
"Well then, Isabella, I'll be back soon," he said. I could picture that lowly bastard son of a bitch smiling.
And for the second time around I lost consciousness...again.
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