Once again, not a super exciting chapter. But, I think it gives some insight to Jacob. Or at least that's what I hope you get out of it. Whatever the case may be, next time we'll be continuing. So you'll be able to find out who it was that was yelling Bella's name ... So, If I get 10 reviews you'll get the next chapter much more quickly. Alright. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. But mirrors freak me out if I think about scary movies ...

Jacob POV:

"Jacob!" the voice of the general called, interrupting the game of cards he had been playing.

"What? Can't you see I'm busy?" he asked, turning around to confront the general.

"I can, but Bendrow has a new assignment for you. He has a special interest in this one, and since you are the best, you are the one that gets this one. It would be unwise for you to reject this job," the General said to him.

"Of course I'll do it. When am I supposed to start?" he asked. He was eager to get to work. In fact, he loved his job. He basically got to do whatever he wanted with the girls he was assigned to. Anything except kill them. Once he had them wrapped around his finger, making it so that they would do anything that he told them to do, he set them out into the army of the Tormented Lodemai.

"Tomorrow. She's in the cell with Jasper's girl."

"Thanks for the assignment. Tell Bendrow that I'll be sure to break her. And break her good," he said, giving the General a punch.

"He'll be glad to hear that. I will be checking up on the progresses periodically, per request of Bendrow. Don't dissatisfy him, Jacob. That could be very bad for you indeed," the General said to him, before walking away.

"So you've got another assignment, eh?" said one of the other trainers.

"Apparently, and she's of special interest. I wonder why," he said to the rest of the group.

"Maybe because she's the most beautiful one he's seen?"

"If that's the case, I'll be having quite the bit of fun," Jacob said.

The group of men laughed and continued the card game as they were betting on how long it would take for him to break his charge. But Jacob knew that if he had been assigned this particular girl it must be because she's tougher than the average one they brought in. The average would break under him in an hour. The stronger ones, a day. So this one, it would probably take two days. Less.

The next morning he sprang out of bed, excited to begin his day. It was always a thrill to be given a new one to break. And this time it was a particular excitement since this one was of special interest to Bendrow. Jacob walked out of his room and strode down the hallway, making his way to the cell that held his victim. Jasper was standing outside, waiting for him.

Before they went in Jasper gave Jacob his charges name: Isabella. The instant he saw her he understood why Bendrow had chosen him for this one. She was gorgeous And the second she opened her mouth, he knew that she was going to last much longer than all the others. She looked at him in pity of all things. No fear, no anger, just pity. When he reached his work room he slammed her against the wall, reiterating what he had said what seemed like a thousand times to him – don't speak unless spoken to. She was thick one.

He spent the day having fun. Only one thing bothered him, how silent she was. He didn't even get a scream out of her that first day. When he fixed up her wounds, he let out the kindness and awe that he felt for her. He left there hanging for the night. She was different than the others. Way different.

When he arrived the next day he saw her sleeping up in the chains. He kept hidden his amused laugh. He just ordered her down and began the day. This time he made some progress. But not after that day. She chose to sleep in the cell that night. The next she chose to sleep with him. And then she chose the cell, then him, then the cell, then him. He was confused. And he was gaining feelings for her. He was never supposed to have feelings for his charge.

He always loved being able to hold her when she slept. He loved being allowed to help her wash. He loved being around her. And he hated that he had to hurt her. She was breaking him, and he knew it. One day, she bolted. Tried to escape. The rest of the days after that she was a zombie. That's when the General approached him.

"I want to get her out of here," the General said to Jacob.

"What do you mean?" he asked warily.

"I want to get Bella out of here, safely. She doesn't deserve to be here, none of these women do, she most of all. Will you help?" the General asked him.

"I'll think about it," he answered, walking away from the General. He knew he should report the General for telling him this, but he couldn't help but wish the same thing. He, too, wanted Bella out of this place. It had broken her in a way that he never would have been able. She had given up hope and had withdrawn into herself.

That night, as Jacob was holding her in his arms, he decided that he was going to help the General and get her out of the facility and away from Bendrow so that he would never hurt her again.

They met in his room every night, while Bella slept, and formulated a plan on how to get her out. The General, they decided, would be the one escaping with her, she wouldn't trust him, she had been tortured by him, before she had broken him herself. He was going to distract them, keep them away from Bella while she and the General escaped. It was the one thing that he could do to at least, minimally, pay for all the terrible things he had done in the past.

They acted the next day. He left the room, apologizing to Bella, to the angle he had defiled, and went to disable the alarm that would be set off during Bella's escape. He wasn't able to stop it completely, but he was able to delay it. He was lucky they didn't catch him. He was changed now. And he was going to do what ever it took to help as many of the prisoners here escape as possible. He was a part of the resistance now.

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---TrapedInsideADream