* All original twilight characters belong to S. Meyer. Any original characters are my own.

* Rated M for mature content – self harm, suicide attempts, possible smut later on.

"What the Hell are you doing here Jacob?" I hissed at him, backing up slowly towards the bedroom door.

"Well I came to get what is mine. Charlie gave you to me you see, so that makes you mine and you are going to come with me now." he said with his voice quiet, menacing.

"No Jacob... I am not property... I do not belong to anyone and I'm not going with you." I spoke angrily with a fire in my eyes.

"Enough. Let's go Izzy." Before I could even blink Jacob had me in his arms and we were flying out of the house and into a waiting car. I began to scream but it was abruptly cut off by his hand gripping my throat and squeezing until the blackness began to close in on me.

"Wake up Izzy." As the words hit my ears I felt a sharp pain in my side and opened my eyes to see Jacob standing above me. My hands and feet were tied, there was a gag of some sort in my mouth and I was naked and lying on the floor of what appeared to be some dingy motel.

"Alright you worthless whore." he spat at me. "Time to have a little bit of fun..." he sneered picking me up by my wrists and throwing me roughly onto the filthy bed. I looked around frantically, hoping for some form of escape but the only thing that caught my attention was the small video camera set up on the dresser facing the bed.

I tried to scream but with the gag it was no use, I couldn't make a sound. Suddenly Jacob was hovering over me and before I could react had slammed himself into me, pinning me down with his arms as he violated me repeatedly. As I had learned to do before I closed my eyes and tried to disappear into my own place, my safe place where this wasn't real, where nobody was trying to hurt me.

"Uh, uh." I heard him pant from above me.

"No way, this little show here is for your precious Cullens to show them exactly who you belong to." he was still panting and I tried harder to block him out before I felt the sharp sting and my eyes burst open to see the knife in his hand, blood dripping from the blade. I tried to wiggle and get away from him but I was unsuccessful as he continued to pound into me, slicing my skin repeatedly, the rusty smell of my blood penetrating the air.

When he was finally finished raping me he pulled out of me and left me on the bed in pain, unable to move, the pain from where he had held me and slammed me was excuciating. He yanked his pants on and stormed back over to the bed.

"Roll over." he demanded and grabbed my side, roughly turning me so that my back was to him. It was only second later that I felt the knife digging into my skin again and I bucked back against him trying to push him away. Unfortunately it only angered him and he used his other arm to pin me down while he continued his assault on my body.

"Mine." he growled after what felt like an eternity, the knife lifted from my skin and clattering to the floor.

He stood up and went over to the video camera, picking it up and taking it to the table in the corner where I saw a laptop waiting.

Please no. I begged silently, realizing that he was going to be putting this somewhere online.

"How about we send this to your precious Cullen family. See what they think about the little whore after they see this." he snarled and I felt my eyes grow wide at what he was doing.

I watched as he uploaded the video and then took their email addresses out of the blackberry that Edward had given me just before they had left me and I felt the tears streak down my face.

"Don't you start crying on me you little Bitch." he glared at me after he hit send and I watched as he flew at me, his hand hitting me hard and pushing me off the bed and back onto the floor. Jacob continued to take his anger out on me, not stopping until he was tired and then he collapsed on the bed and minutes later I heard him snoring loudly.

When I was sure that he was sound asleep I began to struggle against my restraints, trying to get free enough that I might be able to get away from him. I pushed my hands together and finally after bruising and hurting my wrists managed to get them free. It was only seconds after that that I had ripped the gag from my mouth and was untying my feet in a hurry.

I stood up as silently as I could and glanced around the room looking for something to throw over my body, settling on a dirty blanket that was on the ground beside the bed. Wrapping myself up I made my way painfully to the door, throwing the locks off and flinging it open just before I felt my head snap back and my body go flying across the room, hitting the wall on the other side.

"Well well well. Little Izzy thought she was going to leave did she?" he sneered at me and before I knew it my head was being pushed into the brick wall.

"Izzy. You're mine." he hissed hitting me one final time before I again welcomed the darkness that I thought was sure to finally bring my death.

Jacob moved us while I was passed out and the next time that I regained consciousness we were in what appeared to be a dark warehouse of sorts.

"Good. You're awake." he said the instant my eyes opened.

"It's time for your punishment for trying to leave me Izzy." I felt my skin crawl at the thought of what might be to come.

I didn't have time to react before he lifted my hands above my head with one of his hands and pulled my feet behind my back with the other, tying them together painfully as my muscles stretched and pulled, my shoulders burning with the awkward position.

Disappearing for only a second he reappeared and I felt the first sting of the whip hit me across my stomach, something on the end gripping and tearing my skin as it pulled across. The torture continued until finally I felt my eyes go black, my body shutting down from the pain.

The routine continued, we would go to a dingy motel or warehouse. He would beat me and rape me, video tape it and send it to the Cullens. I no longer tried to escape. There was no point. When he wasn't using me or hurting me he used wire-ties to fasten my arms and legs to various pieces of furniture, often keeping me like that while he tortured me on video.

"No Jacob... please no more." I begged him softly as I saw him approach me. I had lost track of how long I had been with him but figured that it had been somewhere around two weeks now. We were currently in a filthy motel room at the side of an old highway. I was lying on my back on the bed, my arms fastened to the headboard and my legs fastened to the end of the bed, spread eagle. Jacob was currently looming over me with his favorite torture tool, it was some sort of branding iron and he loved to leave small round marks all over my body, making me scream in agony.

"Look Izzy, a new toy to play with." he sneered at me the day he had first bought it. I had just woken up to a new room, this time it appeared to be more of a shack than a motel and I was wire-tied to a pipe in the corner.

I stared at the tool as I saw the red end come closer to me as I tried to back up, but there was nowhere to go.

"Since the whip and the knife don't seem to wake you up any more I thought this would be more fun. I want to see you awake and not spaced out when I'm fucking you." I tried to ignore him, to push myself to my safe place. I squeezed my eyes shut until I felt the first hint of heat before the searing pain.

I kept trying to escape, to push it out of my mind the first few times he used it, but by now I knew that I couldn't block this pain. I tried every time I saw the device in his hand and every time the pain hit me hard as though it was the first time.

"Please Jacob... Please..." I begged as he pressed it into the soft flesh of my hip and I screamed as loud as I could, hoping that someone would hear me.

"Shut up Izzy." he warned deeply and I couldn't help but do the opposite. My next scream was louder and I was praying that he would finally just kill me.

The branding iron was on my stomach now and I screeched as I felt it burn the flesh, smelled the disgusting stench. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly waiting for his next attack against my skin but instead of feeling a new burn I felt a gust of cold air as I heard growls erupt from all around me and a set of stone arms pull me into them gently.

By the time I opened my eyes my hands and feet had been freed and I was wrapped in a blanket and curled protectively in Esme's arms. She had brought me out to a car and we were sitting in the backseat, away from the action, away from the loud screeching that was coming from the broken down motel.

"I thought you forgot me..." I whispered, my voice hoarse as I closed my eyes weakly again.

"I'm so sorry Bella, so... so sorry." she murmured and I felt her stroking my head gently.

A minute later I heard the car door open and felt a cool gust of air as Esme shifted slightly, as if to allow room for someone else.

"Is she alright?" his voice was low and soft and even in my state of semi-consciousness I knew the soft velvet sound and nothing had ever sounded better.