I am posting this chapter early because I will not be able to put anything up for quite a long time, I have way to much going on this next week to even think about spending time to do anything fanfiction related. So, I give you this chapter now: Remember: though I may not have much time, I will always have time for reviews. Review, and you get a sneak peek. Alright, enjoy.

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"Alice," I asked in a whisper, "How are you?"

"Better off than you," she said looking at the bruises and stitches that decorated my skin.

"What's it like for you? Have you ever thought of giving in to your trainer?" I asked her, curious.

"Yes. You'll reach the point where you're mind is still defiant, but because you're body is so battered you can't help but give in to try and lesson the pain. Or at least that's how I feel," she informed me.

"Would you be disappointed in me if I gave in?" I asked her.

"Depends on the reason, but I know you will, eventually. I don't know why, but I think it's going to happen sometime this week,"she said.

"How would you know?" I asked her.

"I just have this feeling," she said.

We sat there in silence, enjoying the fact that we were in company of someone that sympathizes with the other. Someone that actually cares and understands. I was sitting there, thinking of so many different things when an idea struck me.

"What if we gave in? What if we were the ones to play the mind games, in all seriousness?" I asked her.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Every other day we give in, acting two different ways. And then we start to chose based on the level of violence they put into the day. When it's excruciating, we go back to the cell. When it's lighter, less brutal, we sleep in their bed. That way, if they develop feelings for us – which is the main goal to make this plan work – we can mold them into 'softer' people. Maybe even to the point where they don't even hurt us. What do you think?" I asked Alice.

She went silent for a moment, staring off into the distance, looking at nothing. "Alice?" She shook her self and blinked a few times, then was smiling widely.

"It's going to work!" She said happily, smiling at me. It almost looked like she was vibrating, she was jumping up and down so quickly.

"How do you know?" I asked, but still happy.

"I just do."

So, for the rest of the hours we were awake, we discussed how we would do this. For the next month, we would do the every other day thing. To get them to want us to sleep in their arms, in their beds, so much that it actually has an effect on them, before we start the 'based on how they treat us' phase. Eventually we layed down and shut our eyes, still talking excitedly about how this was going to work. Soon enough, we were deeply asleep.

Something kicked me in the gut roughly, pulling me out of my dream. I furrowed my eyebrows. I didn't want to wake up, I wanted to stay in my dream. I wanted to stay with the General. I wanted to stay with him and be safe. I felt that something kick me again. I just rolled over. It kicked me again. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Really, that was such a rood way to wake a person up.

I stretched my back, bending until my head almost he the ground. Stretching was always a good way to wake up. "My pretty little Bella, done waking up?" the voice I knew all to well crooned into my ear.

"Not really. It usually takes about an hour for me to become completely coherent. Until then, I'm just a walking zombie. The walking and the groaning included. I am quite good at zombie impersonations when it is an ungodly hour of the morning," I replied.

"Well, zombie girl, you better wake up fast," he said to me. He pulled me to my feet and dragged me, yawning, behind him to the torture chamber that he used.

"Am I going to have to wake up this early every day? Because if I do I'll probably just become even more sassy and rebellious and annoying and talkative and annoying and talkative and rebellious and... was I just repeating my self?" I asked, followed by a yawn. He didn't respond as he hooked me up to the hanging chain.

"You will have to wake up this early, I promise you that," he said, "and if you irritate me, the response will be the same."

"Fine, then. I'll just go ahead," and que yawn, "and sleep through the morning." I closed my eyes while he talked to me. I nodded my head saying "Uh huh, sure, okay, whatever you think," and I was asleep.

Apparently I slept through being whipped for a good hour, because when I came to, there were a lot of red lines – some of them bleeding slightly. I had been woken up by the fire rod being pressed to my skin. That woke me up for sure.

"I'm up, I'm up!" I said. I would have raised my hands in surrender if they weren't chained to the ceiling.

"I guess I'll have to take this one out today," Jacob said to me, " I wanted to wait a little while, but since you're just so stubborn, I guess it's necessary." He turned around a ran me through with a sword. I screamed as loud as I possible could have. He pulled it out, leaving a angry red line where he had plunged it. I was gasping for air. It had felt like he had really impaled me on the sword.

"Hm... It seems that this one really gets," he shoved it through my shoulder blade, earning a scream from me, "through to you."

"You're a monster."

"I think I'm going to try a new combination. No one has thought to try it before, since all of their trainees were too weak to withstand these things. Lets see how my sword and the fire rod will affect you."

He slid the sword through my stomach, placing the fire rod right next to that exact spot. My body arched in pain as an earsplitting scream unwillingly slipped out between my lips. He pulled them away from me. "I guess I've found some things that work. But maybe I should save them. For special treats," he said half to himself, half to me.

He then pulled out the knife. He placed small cuts here and there. I kept myself from breathing through my nose, but I slipped up. I immediately groaned. "I think I'm going to be sick," I said through my teeth.

"And why might that be?" Jacob asked me, walking around to face me.

"I can sme-" and I threw up right onto Jacob. "The blood, stop the blood" I retched again. Jacobs eye brows crinkled, confused.

"The blood did not bother you before, why does it bother you know, my pretty little thing?" He asked me after he had wiped the vomit off of himself.

"I can smell it," I retched once more. Nothing came out of me. I guess I didn't have enough food in my stomach for anything to happen. I felt a cloth wipe away the blood and the smell was soon gone. "Thank you, Thank you so much," I said to him. This was going to work into my plan very well, he would think I was softening up.

"My pretty Bella, it was not a problem for me at all," he stroked my cheek. He placed the fire rod underneath my chin and roughly pressed his lips to mine.

"Get away from me, you pig!" I shouted, managing to kick him in the stomach since I was hanging.

I stepped away, momentarily looking confused. "I guess we're not done for the day, are we?" he said. He battered me with the whip and the fire rod for the rest of the day. Never stopping, I hung there, thinking of the general as I ignored the pain that my body was enduring. When he stopped I let out a huge sigh. He walked away, leaving the room.

I hung my head, trying to relax, my body hurt all over. I heard the door click open and I looked over to see the General. A smile spread across my face. "How are you holding up?" He asked me.

"All right. And I've figured out how I can get Jacob to let up, so, just trust me if you think he's making 'progress', it's all in the acting. I'm a very good actor," I told him. I winced when he gently put his hand on my shoulder.

"You'll get through this. I've been recruiting people to help me get you out of here, and your cell mate. Not everyone here is heartless. Most of them are just scared that if they speak out they'll end up dead. I get closer every day, hang in there. You can make it through this." He turned and left then. I had a smile on my face, he still cared about, and he was still planning on getting me the heck out of here. I couldn't believe that someone would care about me so much.

Once again, the door opened and this time Jacob entered with food and medical supplies. He apologized to me and said sweet words of endearment to me, as he cleaned wounds and put the ointments that would help them heal quickly on them. He fed me, and I sighed with relief when he pored some water down my throat.

When he finished he looked at me and asked me the same question he had the last night, ""You can sleep down off of those chains tonight. You have the choice of sleeping on a soft bed with me, or sleeping in that cold, hard, damp cell floor and I promise that if you were to sleep with me, nothing would happen to you."

I looked down at the ground as if I was thinking about it. "I would like to spend the night with you," I said, not believing that I had actually said those words, that they had actually come out of my mouth. I looked up to see a wide, boyish grin across his face. He released me from the hanging position I had been in. He removed all the chains that had been previously connected to me and he swept me up into his arms and carried me through the hallways to his room. As he carried me down the hallway I could hear the other trainers that we passed yelling encouragement to Jacob. Apparently it was quite the ordeal when someone agreed to spend the night with their trainer.

"You've made the right choice," he whispered in my ear, planting a kiss on my lips. I didn't pull away. I had to act through this. This plan was going to take a lot more strength than just being tortured did. When we reached his room he gently set me on his bed and he went to change into some different clothing. When he walked back out to see me still sitting there, he knelt before me. "Would you like to bathe?" He asked me.

I looked at him quizzically, "Why do you ask?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you walked all the way here in the dust covered road, slept in the cells, and have really been put through a lot. I have a place for you to bathe. I will wait for you out here if you wish," he said.

"I would love a bath," I said. He smiled kindly at me and walked through a different door. He came back out and guided me through the door.

"The water is hot, be careful. Would you like me to help get you cleaned off?" he asked me gently.

"No. I can manage myself," I replied.

"Very well. There is soap on the ledge right there. And sitting with the towel is a change of cloths, since your other ones are quite dirty now," he said to me, "I'll be waiting for you to finish up."

I nodded, looking 'bashfully' at the ground. I was really smiling to myself. I think it was working. I slid into the warm water, my muscles relaxing as I washed myself. I had scrubbed all of the dirt out of my hair and managed to get most of it off of myself. I eventually slipped out of the water, dried off and pulled on the clothing layed out for me. I saw that there were shorts, and the same sort of bra that I would wear, along with a white dress that covered those two pieces of clothing. I left the room, running my fingers through my hair to brush it after I had mostly dried it off using a towel.

Jacob opened his arms to me as he was sitting in his bed. I walked over to him and let him hold me as we lay down with the blanket covering. It was warm and comfortable in his bed. There some real perks to this plan. Tomorrow I would be back in the cell though, at least this was going to be a nice break from everything, every other day. I felt him kiss me softly on top of my head as he pulled me even closer to him. I was like a tiny little twig next to him. I drifted off to sleep, warm and comfortable, knowing what the next day would bring, and knowing that the plan was already in action.

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---TrapedInsideADream