Disclaimer: I know everyone wants to own twilight and Edward, me being one, but Stephanie Meyer owns everything! Darn!
Ch7
BPOV
Where am i? Where is Edward? All kinds of questions were running through my mind, as I regained consciousness. Shouldn't Edward be here by now to save me? He promised that nothing would happen. My hands moved on the stone cold ground; the bumpy rocks and ditches gave me the hint that I was in some sort of cellar.
I blinked in the darkness, trying to get any kind of clue of where the heck I was. I remember being towed off by Nereza, and then the prick on my leg, and then nothing. I felt around on the back of my right leg, feeling for the welt I was surely to have, when I felt nothing. My leg was as normal as can be. I was so confused, scared, and worried. Will I live to see Edward again? Will we still be able to have the wedding? All I wanted right now was to be in the cold arms of my future husband.
A bright light burned my eyes, as a door opened, shinning in Mother Nature. Blinking again, my eyes focused on three figures standing in the archway. Swallowing, I used my hands to sit myself up. A stinging sensation ran up my arm, as my hands failed to heave myself up. Turning my palm to me, I saw the angry, red welts covering my hands, and up my arms. I hissed, as I tried to with stand the pain. A wet substance ran down my cheeks, and I knew immediately that it was not from the pain. My heart was shattered in pieces; I was alone. I had a feeling no one can figure out this mystery of where I am.
I felt a presence to the left of me, as I felt two cold arms grip my forearms, and pull me up to my feet. A cry of agony came from my throat, as my legs became stiff. How long have I been in here?
"Welcome back, Sleeping beauty," I heard the sickly familiar voice from my left. A chair was suddenly behind me, and I was pushed into it; the wooden of the chair making my muscles scream in protest. I turned my head to the left, searching and finding the red gaze of Rakesh. I darted my eyes away, looking at the ground. I heard Rakesh sigh, and then I felt him grab my chin making me look in his direction. His strength on my chin was so soft, yet so rough. He must have had practice in dealing with humans, because if he had not of, that twist of my neck surely would have broken it.
"Are you happy to see me, my angel?" Rakesh murmured. I like it better when Edward called me 'his love,' instead of my pet name for Rakesh.
"I am not yours," I muttered to his face. A devilish smile graced Rakesh's face, as he circled me. His hands were clasped behind his back, and he looked to be pondering something.
"Actually, my Bella, Yes, you belong to me now," He laughed darkly. He came to around the front of me, and leaned down, placing his hands against the wooden arm rests. His face leaned in so close to mine, I could smell his breath. He tilted his face to the right, leaning in closer.
"Kiss me, Bella," he whispered. I felt sick, as he stayed perfectly still, and closed his eyes. So badly did I want to spit in his face and tell him that he is a cruel monster. His lips puckered a little, waiting. I will not cheat on Edward with him. I will go through punishments, beatings before this ever happens. I saw his eyes open, his blood red gaze locking with my eyes.
"I said, kiss me, Bella," he demanded. I shook my head, looking at him straight in the eyes. He laughed a short chuckle, pulling back, but keeping his hands on the arm rests.
"I guess you are going to a stubborn one, huh?" he asked. I grimaced at his choice of words, knowing that Edward would sometimes call me stubborn. I nodded my head, looking around to see Nyx, and Nereza floating around the room. They moved a little closer, and as Rakesh pulled back further, Nereza took his spot. He grabbed my right arm, holding it out in front of him. My eyes widened, as Rakesh nodded at him. Nereza pulled my arm out straighter, taking his finger, and drawing a line straight up my arm to the crease of my elbow. A scream echoed the cabin, and not knowing where it came from, I realized it was from me. My arm stung so much, as blood flowed out of the line on my arm.
Nereza threw my arm down, his red eyes trained on the blood, but stepped back. I held my arm close to me, holding my tattered shirt against the wound. I could feel the blood soaking through the shirt. I whimpered, as Rakesh came back up to me.
"This is what happens each time you refuse my demands. I do not think that you want to die of blood loss, do you?" Rakesh mumbled. I shook my head, looking up at him with wide eyes. He leaned forward again, and placed his face near mine again.
"Now, kiss me, my Bella," Rakesh ordered. Sighing, I hesitated. I could afford more of his wounds, but I did not want them. I saw Nereza move in closer, but I closed my eyes. Leaning forward, I placed my lips against his cheek. I placed a quick peck, and then backed away. Rakesh sighed, but pulled back.
I felt my arm start to become numb, which also made me start to see black dots. I hate blood.
"That will do for now, Bella," Rakesh murmured, before the blackness took over.
My stomach growled, my arms stung, my head was pounding, and my heat was broken. I had no clue what the date was, or what year it even was. All I knew, was that I spent all of my time stuck in this cabin. I had long marks up both of my arms, results of my stubbornness. Rakesh and the other two never stayed on the cabin, only an hour or two each day. They seemed to not want anything, except to torture me.
Rakesh was generous enough to leave me a plate of food in the morning, and one in the afternoon, and that was it. I lived off that and a bottle of water each day. At first, I protested and that only lead to the one mark I have on my face. The scratch runs down form my temple to my jaw, and it was the one that hurt the most. After the years, I learned not to protest at anything they say or do. I have not gotten a mark in over a month now.
I missed Edward. I missed Charlie, heck I even missed Mike Newton. I missed all of my friends, and my family, and just people. I was so alone. My heart ached, without the presence of anybody. I hated to say it, but I wish they would just kill me. With each scratch that they put on my arm, more and more blood flowed out of my body. I thought of just prying open my wounds again, and letting the blood flow out more. Death is probably better than this.
I can tell that the years have gone by quickly at some point, and excruciatingly slow on others. The only thing that I have of sanity left, is the picture of Edward, which I have hidden in my pocket. With the little light they were so generous enough to supply, I could look at the painstakingly beautiful face of My Edward. His golden bright eyes shine with love and adoration, as he stares into the camera. With the years that has gone by, my picture has become ripped and dirty from use. I wonder how Edward is. Is he still okay? I wonder if they have given up on searching for me.
I stuffed the picture back into my pocket, my arms protesting in agony. I heard mumbling voices from outside the cabin, as I figured it was their usual checkup hour. The only exception was it was only Nereza and Rakesh to enter the cabin. No signs of Nyx were present. I leaned my chin against my chest, my eyes closing in sleep. Rakesh opened something, a dinging of the item alerted me. What have I done now? I heard Rakesh move closer to me, his thudding steps on the wooden floor alerting me. I kept my head to my chest, and waited.
"Look up," Rakesh ordered. So badly did I want to obey, but I couldn't. My head felt like it weighed a million pounds. I felt a hand snatch up above me, and pull my head up. A cry of pain came from me, as I opened my eyes, and looked directly into the item of choice from Rakesh.
It was a video recorder. I was so confused, at why he was recording me. I gasped, as Nereza's hand grew tighter on my locks of hair. Rakesh looked at me from over the recorder.
"Say that you love me," he ordered. Rakesh has never gone this far. He had finally forced me to kiss me, and when he leaves, I use whatever hand feels okay to scrub his taste off my lips. I was so ashamed of myself, for giving into his ways. I took a deep breath, and looked directly at him.
"Never," I shouted. My voice cracked, as it was my first time talking in a couple weeks. Rakesh stared at me, fire present in his eyes.
"Say it," he growled. I shook my head, gritting my teeth, when Nereza pulled on my scalp. Taking a deep breath, I said the words, that I knew would only lead to pain afterwards.
"I love Edward, not you." Rakesh nodded at Nereza, as the pain came. I screamed, as I was pulled backwards, and the chair fell to the floor with me in it. My back hit the ground, and arched up I pain. Rakesh snapped the recorder shut, leaving it on the floor. He came over, and walked to me, standing with one leg on either side of my trembling form. He crouched down, putting his face near mine.
"You are a naughty girl, Bella, and naughty girls deserve to be punished," Rakesh laughed darkly. He nodded at Nereza, who in turn, took my left arm, and twisted it in an odd direction. A crack filled the air, and my scream followed. It hurt so badly. Please kill me, please just end my pain. Rakesh leaned down, and kissed my lips. I stayed completely still, as he moved his lips against mine. I felt disgusted, that I just let him use me like this. Edward would be so disgusted with me.
The two of them hoisted me back up into my chair leaving me alone for the rest of the night. I pulled my broken arm closer to me, and whimpered. I hated the pain, I hated them, and I hated being used. I just want Edward back. I wanted to be in his cold arms, I wanted to feel his cold lips, and body against mine, and I wanted to be Mrs. Cullen. I missed the feeling of his grandmother's ring on my finger, leaving me empty and alone.
The next day, they came in early. Earlier than expected. I felt a little worried, because there were still no signs of Nyx. I wondered if anything happened to her. Not that I cared or anything. Rakesh came over to me, handing me something silver. Swallowing, I grabbed the device. It was a cell phone. I looked at Rakesh in confusion.
"You have five minutes. You can call anyone," Rakesh mumbled. I could tell he was not so happy on the idea. My heart swelled at the thought of hearing Edward's velvety voice again. I opened the phone, racking my brain for his number. My fingers flew over the buttons, trembling. Please pick up, please pick up. After the third ring, I was about to give up, when I heard his voice.
"Hello," he answered. My voice was stuck in my throat, as I stared at the wall. I felt tears run down my cheeks, as I listened to his unneeded breathing.
"Hello," he answered again. I feared that he might hang up on me, if I did not answer him. Swallowing, I forced my voice to work.
"Edward?" I asked in a ragged breath. I heard his intake of air, and something fall on the other line. A smile rose on my lips, thinking that he was surprised to hear form me.
"Bella? Bella is that you?" he asked in a rushed voice. Tears started pouring out of my eyes, as I laughed a happy laugh.
"Yes, Edward. It is me," I cried. I heard him start to dry sob, and was about to tell him I was okay, when I heard Carlisle's voice come on.
"Bella? Bella where are you?" Carlisle asked. I wanted to cry for joy, when I heard Carlisle. I was about to answer, when Rakesh motioned with the death symbol of running his hand across his neck. I heard the phone being rustled around, and my love's voice return.
"Bella, are you okay? Where are you?" He asked in worry. His voice was so velvety, and so familiar. I wish he was right here with me.
"I do not know, Edward. God, it is so good to hear your voice again, baby," I cried out. God, I love this man. I wish Rakesh would just let me go back to them.
"I know, love. God, Bella, are you okay?" Edward whimpered on the other line. My heart swelled, when he called me love. He still loves me. I wanted to jump for joy, but I still could not feel any part of my body. I wanted to tell him that I was hurt, and I wanted him, but I knew my time was running short.
"Edward, I don't have a lot of time. They gave me these five minutes to call anyone I wanted. I just had to hear your voice again," I muttered. Rakesh smiled at me, clicking his finger against his wrist. I was out of time.
"Who are they, Bella," I heard Edward ask in a tight voice. I took a chance at Rakesh, to see he was staring out the window. I took a chance, which I was likely to regret later.
"Rake.." I mumbled, but was interrupted by Rakesh.
"Times up," he growled. He snatched the phone away, and used one hand against my upper stomach and pushed hard. I sucked in another breath, as I fell back ward and slid a ways. My head cracked against the floor, as my body screamed I protest again. A scream bubbled on my mouth, as that was the sound that echoed through the room. I heard Rakesh snarl something into the phone, and then snap it shut. He hurled in against the wall with a snarl.
"We need to go… now," Rakesh ordered. I felt Nereza pick me up, and hoist me over his shoulder, and the stinging sensation on my leg came again. The blackness came over me, as I head us retreat from our hiding spot.
Edward, please find me. I love you.
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