Chapter 7
I slowly stood up, fighting off the dizziness that plagued me. Everything was white, the walls, the bed, even the nightstand. The only thing of color in the room was a hairbrush and the floor to ceiling mirror that was the "front" of my room. I realized that the mirror was also the door in and out of the room I was in, and I was almost sure it was one-way glass. I heard a soft buzzing noise and saw a speaker on the nightstand near the back. I walked over to it, my voice cautious.
"Hello?"
"Darling, how nice to know you're awake. I'll be right there to come wish you good morning."
I waited until I heard a soft click and groaned. What a way to start off my first day in captivity, my kidnapper was coming to say good morning, how thoughtful. It was almost funny in a way, but I was in no mood to laugh. I wanted to know where Edward was, if he was still alive. A cold shudder ran down my spine and I pushed that thought away. He was still alive, he had to be. I went to the sink and splashed water onto my face, amazed at how pale I looked. I heard a soft whoosing and whipped around to see Anthony with a bundle of clothes in his hands.
"I brought you new clothes darling, try them on."
He had an evil smile plastered on his face, one that made me shudder.
"I like the ones I'm wearing."
I saw him sigh and pull a syringe from between the bundle, tapping it gently.
"I would really like it if you tried these on, I picked them out just for you."
I bit my lip, hesitating. There was no way out of the cell but maybe I could stop him from using the syringe on me. When he took a step toward me, I did the only thing I could think of, distract him.
"Where's Edward?"
"Why does it matter darling? You're with me now."
"Well he has family, I want to make sure they don't come looking for you."
He laughed cooly and took another step, his words emotionless.
"He's in the cell across from yours. I took the liberty of making his door actual glass so he can see everything we're doing."
I held back the words I wanted to fling at him, instead I kept playing stupid.
"Why keep him here?"
"You'll try to escape if I let him go."
This was my opening to save Edward, I had to take it.
"No I won't."
"You won't? I don't beleive you darling."
"If you let him go, I promise I won't run away."
"I'm afraid darling I can't let him go now, he'll know where I am and I can't have police running all over the place now can I?"
"Can't a guard blindfold him and take him away from here? He won't know where you are and he won't have to stay here."
"I'm not sure I want to let him go."
"He'll be nothing but trouble if you keep him here, besides if he's here I'll be looking at him every chance I get, you don't want that do you?"
Anger clouded his face and he lunged at me, dropping the syringe. He pushed his hand in between my legs, feeling me through my jeans.
"Swear you won't run."
I swallowed the terror from my voice and nodded, submissive.
"I won't run."
He grinned and moved his hand away to a walkie-talkie in his pocket.
"Come to cell S, bring restraints."
I moved to take a step back but he took my hair in his hand, using it as a leash to pull me closer to him.
"Hold still," he whispered, his voice harsh and cutting.
My heartbeat was erratic and grew faster as I saw two black-clad guards come into my cell. One put handcuffs on me while the other put restraints around my ankles. Anthony pulled my hair off my neck and I saw a large black collar appear.
"See that darling? That's for you."
I saw wires and small bits of metal. As they clamped it around my neck, it felt heavy. Anthony stroked it lovingly and pulled my hair again.
"This is your collar. If you misbehave once, it's just a little shock. Each time you misbehave, the voltage goes up. Never to a lethal level of course, once you wear that out we'll change to sedatives and I just love watching you sleep."
My face paled and he kept smiling, giving my rear a smack. I shuffeled forward in between the guards with Anthony following close behind me, occasionally brushing his fingertips over my lower back. I kept myself from shuddering as we came closer to Edward's cell, his back to the glass. Anthony giggled and sprinted in front of me using a code to make the door open. Edward turned around as we stepped inside and he immediately stood up, walking to me, his handcuffs and ankle restraints jingling.
"Anthony you sick fuck let her go."
"Eddy, now that's no way to treat the man who's about to release you."
"What?!"
"Isabella has agreed not to try to escape if we promise to let you leave."
"No."
"No what Eddy?"
"I'm not leaving, not without her."
"It's not up to you to decide."
I kept my eyes downcast and heard Anthony snigger.
"It's a shame you won't get to see how much fun we're going to have, but that's alright, I'll send you photos."
I heard Edward spit at him, followed by a loud crack.
"Don't hurt him!"
Anthony whipped around and pushed me against the wall, letting his hips rest on mine. I tried to slide under him but he kept me pinned, dry-humping me with a devilish grin.
"Want me to make her moan for me Edward?"
His hand moved to the button on my jeans, rubbing his thumb over it.
"I would just need to get these pants off, she won't need panties anymore."
I heard Edward say something but the blood was pounding too hard in my ears.
"I can make her finish right here Edward, do you want that?"
"No."
"What was that?"
"No."
Anthony laughed and moved off of me, turning to face Edward. I took that moment to look at him and immediately regretted it. He was glaring at Anthony with contempt so fierce it scared me. With the way I was standing behind Anthony, it looked like he was using that look for me. I suddenly felt sick and dropped to my knees, watching their interaction. Anthony had a tazer pointed at Edward and didn't move it until the guards had him blindfolded. After they moved him to the "door", he moved behind him and spoke into the walkie-talkie. A few short moments later, the door opened and the guards stepped out around the corner with Edward. Anthony stayed behind as they led him out and crooked his finger at me.
"Come here."
I stood up slowly and walked over to him, my steps dragging.
"That's a good girl."
He absently petted my hair and watched with a school-boy delight as the guards took Edward out of the building. He actually clapped his hands and gave my hair a sharp tug.
"Strip."
"What!?"
He sighed and knocked me to the ground. Before I could recover, he took my hair, dragging me to my cell with it. I screamed and grazed my nails against the floor, wildly trying to stop him from taking me anything further. When he got to my room, he picked me up and threw me on the bed, his leap followed closely after mine. He got on all fours on top of me and whispered low into my ear, his words cutting.
"I won't slide into you just yet, no I want to make it more interesting. For now..."
He tore off my shirt and snapped off my bra, using his elbows to painfully knead my breasts.
"Moan."
I bit my lip, fighting not to cry out with pain. When I stayed silent, he lowered his lips to one and bit the nipple so hard, he drew blood. I shrieked and he pounded his hips on top of mine, laughing manically.
"That's a good girl."
He stopped and got off of me, his hand touching the walkie-talkie.
"Jeans, off."
"I... I don't want to."
"I have two armed guards escorting your precious blindfolded Edward to the nearest city. I can easily tell them to just shoot him and bury the body in the woods. Get the jeans off, panties too and I won't say anything."
I gazed downward, slowly removing my jeans and panties, standing naked before him. He smiled and walked to the door.
"Wait a minute!" I yelled, "Where's the new clothes?"
"Oh you don't get any."
He laughed and stepped out, the door shutting behind him. I screamed, the sound echoing in my ears and I collapsed to my knees, shaking violently. After a few moments, I stopped myself, shuddering at what pleasure Anthony might be getting out of it. Instead, I turned on the shower and stepped inside, letting one thought keep me sane. Edward was safe now, it didn't matter what happened to me, I didn't have anyone else. He had his family and now he was going back to them, and he would be alive. It was supposed to make me feel better, but a small voice kept it from working.
You're a part of his family too.
I absently held my stomach, thinking back to the start of the pain that made it so easy for me to want to hate him for giving Rebecca a chid.
I wasn't showing yet, it had only been ten weeks. We were at the doctors, getting myself a check-up. Edward was beaming with the thought of becomming a father, and I had a smile to match his. The appointment was purposely in Forks, we were going to tell Alice the good news after it was done. As Edward held my hand tightly and we waited to hear how well our baby was growing, the doctor spoke the words I prayed I would never hear.
"Ms. Swan, I'm sorry to tell you but you've miscarried."
"That... that's not possible."
"I'm afraid so."
Edward tried to comfort me, but nothing seemed to help. The dream of a daughter or son was gone to me. He talked about trying again but I was afraid to lose another baby. A few weeks later after the news, when I still raw with hurt, we got the phone call.
I stepped out of the shower, finding a towel on my bed. I used it to dry off and laid in the bed, sinking beneath the blankets. That was supposed to be my baby... our baby and it died. Then we got the news Rebecca was carrying his child. I was so hurt and I left, I didn't want to try to handle it anymore. I regretted that now, but it was too late. I was stuck where I was. I sighed and closed my eyes, slowly falling into a fitfull sleep. The next morning, I awoke to a note next to the hairbrush with three small words scribbled on it.
Edward Is Dead
