Kidnapped

Summary: Bella is the only child, and thus, the only heir, to her father's kingdom. However, she is not ready to be the leader of a country. Bella decides to travel to the states and gain an education of life before she begins to guide others. Edward comes from humbler circumstances, but is reaching for the same goal. When both are kidnapped, their lives quickly begin following a much different path than the one they set out on. **Credit given to Stephanie Meyer for everything Twilight related

Chapter 7 – EPOV

"Bring him to the car. We have a long drive ahead of us."

I watched, frozen in place, while the woman who just bought me walked away. My head was swimming with all that had happened to me in the past few days, and I was starting to hyperventilate. A rough hand shoved my back forward. I had to really scramble to keep from nose planting into the ground. Not an easy trick, when your ankles are hobbled by a short chain. A low, frustrated growl rumbled from my chest. The burly assistant cocked his eyebrow at me, and then nodded slightly. I guess he was impressed by my ability to remain on my feet.

I continued to follow the woman's footsteps until we reached a car. It looked like a late model sedan of some type. She popped the trunk and then motioned for me to get inside. My body went rigid. There was no way I was riding in the trunk. She was the one who bought me. It was her fault if there was not enough seating for everyone.

The large hulk of a man standing behind me, started to laugh. I looked up just in time to see the fury in the woman's eyes at my blatant refusal. Strong hands gripped tightly to both of my upper arms. His hot breath feathered my neck as he spoke.

"This is going to be fun."

I tried to pull my body out of his tight hold, but I couldn't move. The younger of the two, who looked around sixteen, reached into her purse and pulled out a syringe. My breath hitched. Using all of my strength, I struggled to get away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her approach. She looked like she was winding up to send a curveball over home plate, not about to give someone an injection. I couldn't help the plea that burst forth from my lips.

"Don't!"

An evil smile spread across her face, as she thrust the needle into my arm. The power she put into it, caused the entire metal portion to sink into my flesh. The barrel holding the liquid went flying off in the opposite direction.

"Now look what you made me do!"

If I wasn't seeing stars behind my eyes from the intense pain in my arm, I would have snapped right back at her. How could she think this was my fault?

"Hold him still."

I flinched, when I heard the older woman's voice. I was terrified of what she was going to do next. The burly man wrapped his arms around my upper body, completely immobilizing me. I turned my head so I could watch.

"Ahh!"

She was pressing her fingernails into the site of injection, and digging out the shank portion of the needle. She pulled it out just enough to reattach the barrel. I whimpered, when she began to push on the plunger and inject the contents of the syringe into my tormented arm.

My body was feeling the effects of the sedative before she removed the needle. Everything was blurry around me, and I could feel my body starting to sway. I was grateful for the strong arms that were holding me upright. I vaguely remembered him lowering my upper body into the trunk and then scooping up my legs and plopping them in beside me, before everything went black.

The air around me was stuffy and stale. I felt like I couldn't breathe. My head was ringing and my eyes were still struggling to open. I could feel the movement of the vehicle underneath me, and realized that I had ended up in the trunk after all. I felt around for something to help me escape, but all that was rattling around in there, was me.

The sweat began to trickle down from my forehead. I started to panic. I never thought I was claustrophobic, but I had never been locked in a trunk before. I began to kick and pound on the walls.

After a few minutes, the car began slowing down. I tried to calm my breathing, not wishing to use up what little air I had left. Finally, the movement stopped and I heard some doors slam. If I weren't still chained up like a criminal, I would have jumped out the moment the trunk opened. Instead, I was met with the face of the younger girl.

"Somebody's up early. It's probably because a lot of the drug spilled out onto the asphalt."

I could hear the venom in her words. Quickly, my eyes searched for her hands. I was not about to let her stab me like before. Luckily, she wasn't armed.

Still, I almost felt a sense of relief when the older woman pulled her away from me. My sense of loyalty was becoming confused. The strong man reached in and braced my body against the floor of the trunk, while she prepared another syringe.

A lone tear fell from the corner of my eye. For a brief moment, it looked as if she regretted what she was doing, but then her expression changed back to cold as steel. The sharp point of the needle pierced my arm, but I didn't even flinch. I just closed my eyes and waited for the darkness to descend.

I awoke to lukewarm water spraying directly into my face. I shook my head, and tilted it backwards in search of oxygen. That is when I realized that I was no longer in the back of the trunk. I had been moved and was now standing inside a stall of some sort. My arms were chained above my head, and my ankles had cuffs around them that were bolted to the floor. My shirt was missing, but, thankfully, I still had my pants on.

"Clean him up, inside and out."

It was the voice of the older woman, and it sounded like she was leaving. I prayed that she wasn't speaking to the younger girl.

"Do you want him bare?"

Whew! It's the burly guy. Wait…does that mean he is going to wash me?

"You know what I like."

I listened as the click of her heels grew softer and then no more. The door to the stall opened. The large man was standing there staring at me, with a scouring pad in his hand. He didn't say anything, just started at my wrists and worked his way down. It felt like he was removing two layers of my skin with that scrubber. I glanced at my arms and wasn't surprised, when I saw the redness appearing.

He didn't go any easier along my back or chest. In fact, it felt like he scrubbed harder whenever he encountered a patch of hair. I was grateful that I was not as hairy as most guys. He paused for a few seconds, and I mistakenly thought he was finished.

That was when I felt the zipper on my jeans lowering. I panicked. I started squirming as much as I could within the restraints. He grabbed my waistband and held me still.

"Relax…you're not my type."

With one hard pull, he yanked my pants and boxers down. I looked at them pooled around my ankles. I began to struggle against the chains around my wrists, trying to pull free. All I could think about was pulling my jeans back up where they belonged.

It startled me when the rough pad slid down my backside. I thrust my body forward, trying to escape his touch. He placed his other hand firmly against my front, so that I couldn't pull away from his scrubbing efforts. All of my struggles ceased, in that moment.

I had never had anyone touch me there, especially not another guy. I was terrified. I hardly took a breath, as he scrubbed both of my back legs. Then, the moment that I was dreading arrived. His hand circled around and began to scrub the front and inner sides of my thighs. My ankles were spread about two feet apart, but that did not stop me from trying to pull my knees and upper legs together. It didn't do any good, however, and he continued to scrub as if I hadn't moved. As his hand moved upward, I inhaled a ragged breath and tried to quiet the sobs I could feel building in my throat.

"Take it easy."

His free hand cupped my private area, while the hand with the scouring pad grazed my happy trail. I grunted as some of the pubic hairs were pulled out by the pad.

"Be very still. Our lady is not partial to hair, but I don't think she would appreciate me cutting you here."

I glanced down and froze, when I saw the razor in his hands. I held my breath, as his right hand cupped and shifted my genitals to the side. I closed my eyes and concentrated on not moving. I could feel the cold of the metal as it slid along my skin.

A low grunt escaped my throat, when he shifted my jewels to the other side and repeated the procedure. As he approached my stomach and chest, I remained perfectly still. I was surprised, however, when he began to shave my armpits. I was concerned that he would be shaving my legs next. Thankfully, it never came to that.

"You will need to learn how to shave yourself. That was a one-time service."

All I could do was nod to acknowledge that I had heard. He released the hook that was holding my chained wrists in place, and lowered my arms. I thought I was leaving the stall, but instead I was told to kneel. It was only then, that I saw the metal bar mounted along the lower part of the wall. My wrists were once again restrained in place. The cuffs around my ankles were still fastened to the floor, but they had enough give that I was able to kneel.

I could hear him doing something behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and blanched at what I saw. He was tearing open a sterile enema bag's outer packaging. I watched in horror, as he filled it with water from the warm tap and then hung it along the top of the stall frame. I could see the rubber tubing hanging from the end of the enema bag, but it appeared to be clamped off. Then he picked up something black and began to rub some Vaseline on the pointed end. He looked up and saw me watching him.

"Have you ever had an enema before?"

I shook my head, my eyes wide. He frowned and mumbled something about always being saddled with the virgins. The rough calluses of his hand made contact with my left hip and I instinctively pulled away. His fingers immediately dug into my flesh and pinched hard. I yelped. The skin was already over sensitive from his scrubbing which made the nerves react even more to his pinch. He smirked and moved his hand back into position.

I gasped, when his fingers separated my cheeks enough for the black nozzle to be inserted. The ring around my anus started stretching painfully, as the bulb inflated to a much larger size than could fit back out. My fingers clenched around the metal bar, as I tried to keep from pulling away.

I barely felt the tube enter my rectum through the large opening the nozzle had created. The warmth of the water flowing into my cavity caused my body to shudder involuntarily. I felt a trickle escape down my leg. The bulb was deflated some, and then he pulled the catheter slightly out before reinserting it. I winced as he readjusted its placement, feeling the tube rub my inner walls.

It was not long before more water began to seep out. He tried readjusting the placement of the catheter a second time. When it proved to be unsuccessful, he removed the tubing and the nozzle. He placed a large pan between my ankles.

"Your rectal area must be really full since you can only take a small amount this first time. Lower your butt and evacuate your cavity."

I slowly lowered myself, unsure of what else he wanted me to do. Suddenly, all of the medical training I had over the past two years resurfaced. I grunted and forced my lower half to contract. The small amount of fluid that he was able to insert spewed from my opening. Fecal matter soon followed, as it took a few minutes for the contractions to stop once they started.

"Up"

I followed his order without hesitating, desiring this whole procedure to be finished as quickly as possible. He took the pan and left for a few moments. When he returned, he placed it in between my ankles once more. I groaned, realizing that it wasn't over.

"Now that your colon's empty, let's try this again."

My head dropped, as soon as I felt his fingers spreading me. He didn't use the inflatable bulb this round, but instead chose to insert the tubing directly.

"Take some deep breaths…it's going in hard and fast this time."

I could feel the surge of water flooding my cavity and colon. The wall of water hit my prostate gland as it pushed by, and I was immediately erect. I was mortified, as this was definitely not the time or place for such a reaction. My embarrassment tripled, when I heard the laughter behind me.

"Maybe you're enjoying this more than I thought."

Another large surge of water filled my colon as he squeezed the enema bag. My entire abdomen clenched due to the sudden intrusion. A pain-filled moan vibrated from my throat. One of his hands reached around my side and pressed into the region of pain. I would have protested, but he began to massage the area in a counter-clockwise motion and it was actually helping to relieve the cramps.

He removed the catheter and then told me I had to hold the water in for fifteen minutes. When I looked at him with questions in my eyes, he smirked and informed me that it takes that long for the liquid to pass into the large intestine. I growled at his instructions. He shrugged, and told me if I evacuated early, we would just have to repeat the procedure. No way was I going to have that happen. I clenched my rectal muscles, and began to breathe deeply. I had to hold out for fifteen minutes.

The cramping slowly increased in strength, as the flow of water moved up inside my abdomen. When I couldn't tolerate it anymore, I began to plead with him.

"Please…I'm sure it has been long enough…"

He was busy cleaning up the supplies and did not respond right away. My lower body was sinking on its own, knowing that I wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer. Finally, he placed his hand on my back and pushed me down the rest of the way. I let out a sigh of relief and relaxed my muscles. Nothing happened.

I had felt the need so strongly to evacuate, but now I couldn't. My mind began to search all of its knowledge about enemas and colon cleansing, as I tried not to panic. I heard the large man behind me sigh loudly. He moved in closer, and placed his warm hand on my lower right side. He began to press inward and massage in small tight circles as his hand moved upward, then across to my left side, and finally downward.

His hot breath caressed my bare back, as he tried to get me to relax. His hand followed the same path repeatedly, until droplets of water fell into the pan. He moved back and slowly stood up.

"Make sure you stay over that pan for awhile. You took in almost three quarts that time."

Three quarts? No wonder my abdomen felt so full it was cramping. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but my body decided that it was time to eliminate everything that was inside of it.

By the time the contractions stopped, my muscles were trembling from exertion. I had been scrubbed, shaved, and cleaned from the inside out. I just wanted to curl up in a corner, go to sleep, and never wake up.

As horrific as all of this had been so far, my biggest fear was that this was only the beginning.