A/N: Finally, the next chapter. Hope you enjoy.

Previously: "Of course, you silly girl. Where else would we take you? Well, we better get a move on. Someone call Caius and tell him we are taking the girl to the castle. Someone else call for the jet." The man holding me said. He started to move toward the edge of the clearing. I really don't want to go with these men

BPOV

The first thing I noticed as I awoke was the rancid smell of rotting flesh. Then there was the sound of footsteps and quiet chatter, but that soon evaporated into the distance. Next was the hunger and thirst, then the brackets on my wrist, and finally I opened my eyes. I was in a castle's dungeon, I was sure. They must have knocked me unconscious during the ride here. Those stupid men. Pigs. I believe their names were Marcellus, Talorc, and Sawyer. Not that it mattered.

At that moment, a large figure sauntered in to the room. I knew almost immediately that it was Aro. Of course it was. Who else would I have expected? None of the other members of the Volturri ever showed any interest in me. With one translucent finger, he reached down and lifted my chin. I was terrified to the point of shaking.

"Bella, Bella, Bella. You seem to be the cure to our little problem, and even if you aren't you know what it is. Why don't you just tell me? It will be so much easier."

"But then you'll have no reason to keep me alive. I want to see Edward. I want him to live." I said, my voice trembling, but strong enough to be heard. He ran his nose along me neck in a movement that could only be described as sensual. It sent a shiver down my spine.

"We'll see how you feel after Sawyer has his fun. See you soon, Isabella." As soon as he was out of the door, a man, who I assumed was Sawyer, walked into the room pushing a rattling cart.

"So you're the lovely Isabella I've heard so much about. Since my power supposedly won't work on you, I'll have to use the old fashioned method." He removed the cover from the rattling cart he had been pushing. What I saw sickened me; it was covered it what looked like medieval torture weapons.

"I'll go easy on you today, but it will be much worse tomorrow if you don't reveal the cure." He seemed as if he wanted me to keep it a secret, just so he could torture me more. He sauntered closer and in that moment I thought of James and how he seemed to walk the same way when he was going to attack.

-Torture Starts Here-

He ripped me up from the ground and threw me into a chair. My hands were still bound; but it was more comfortable to be in a chair. He drew a small, sharp object from his cart. He caressed it as if it were a child. He brought the blade to my cheek.

"Are you sure you don't want to confess? I'd hate to get my favorite weapon dirty." He smiled down at me as if I were a piece of meat he was ready to carve.

I spat on his shoes and looked at him defiantly. He dragged the tip of the blade down to my chin, going deeper and deeper every centimeter. I wouldn't give him the pleasure of hearing me scream, but I couldn't stop the groan that came out of my mouth.

"Hurts, doesn't it? Just you wait… just you wait," He was smiling even wider now. Only one cut and I was crying. How am I going to handle this? "I'll be kind today and spread out the pain. Let's move on to your fingers."

He continued to speak as he grabbed my hand, but I didn't hear what he said. I was trembling as the blade moved closer to the base of my finger. He pushed down drawing a drop of blood.

"You sure you don't want to tell me, sweetheart." He didn't give me time to reply as he split the skin on my index finger. I didn't even register the pain as he moved on to my middle finger. One by one he split each finger on both of my hands.

"I'll be leaving for today, but don't worry, you'll see me tomorrow." He cleaned the blade and replaced it on the cart. He pulled me up from the chair and dropped me roughly on the floor. He left me delirious from the pain and I soon lapsed into unconsciousness.

-Torture Ends Here-

I felt exactly the same way waking up as I did last time. Each sense coming back one by one. That was when I noticed my extreme hunger. I felt empty and my throat was dry, but I was too scared to ask for food. I didn't want to be tortured anymore. That was when the door opened. A vampire woman I had never seen before walked in with a tray. I tried to push myself into the wall, hoping she wouldn't hurt me anymore.

"I'm not here to hurt you, but you must be very quiet. The others do not know I'm here. I have food for you." I felt so grateful for this. But who was she? Why did she care?

"Thank you, but why do you care? And who are you?" I probably shouldn't have asked questions, but I couldn't help it. Always the curious one, Bella.

"I am Lucille, but you may call me Lucy. I care, because I was once in your position; for different reasons, but never the less. It was hard to find any decent food in this castle, but I brought you the best I could find." She smiled weakly and handed me the tray. I then realized the shooting pain in my fingers. There was no way to eat with my hands.

"Please don't think me ill-mannered," I whispered, "But I can't use my hands to eat, Sawyer cut all of my fingers." I then brought my face down to the food and ate. I had no idea what it was, the light was too dim to see anything, but it tasted good.

"You poor dear. I must go, but I will be back tomorrow." She placed a kiss atop my head and exited the room. I realized she left the door open a little. I knew there was no way to escape, but it couldn't hurt to peak out, could it?

I saw Lucy walking away, when a male vampire approached her. He was quite stunning, one of the most beautiful I have ever seen. He grabbed her by the wrist to make her stop walking away. She wrenched her wrist from his grasp.

"What do you want, Julius? I'm busy." She hissed to him. She had a look of disgust of her face.

"I only want to be with you, my beautiful Lucille." He seemed determined to have her.

"But I don't want to be with you. Now, if you will excuse me, I must go." She turned to walk away again.

"I love you. More than you could conceive." I saw him grab her by the waist. He looked more lustful than loving.

"Get away from me, you sick freak." She was shoving against his chest, but he was much stronger. She looked disgusted and angry.

"No, not until you kiss me." He tried to force himself upon her, but she turned her head this way and that, trying to get away from his lips. She finally managed to break free and run away. He sighed, but did not chase after her.

He looked over at the door, and I was almost positive he saw me.

"Eaves dropping isn't very nice, little girl." And with that he slammed the door in my face. I heard his footsteps as he walked away, and then there was utter silence.

I turned to face the other wall and rested my head against the door. I decided to get some sleep, since there wasn't much else to do. When will I be rescued? That was my last thought before I drifted into unconsciousness.

A/N: Thank you all so much for being patient. I have gotten very busy, and I am currently writing another story, that will not be published on the web. I'd like to give credit to issabell*Edward93(anonymous), Tsuyu ryu, and Jazzy's Seer for the names. I saw a lot of really good ones, but these were my favorite. I hope it isn't so long before my next update, but I said before, I'll update as I can.

P.S. The poll is STILL up. It will come down before my next chapter and I will *gasp* reveal my age.