Little Red Riding Hood and One Bad Wolf

Chapter 11

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BELLAS POV

Paul told me to go along with the cops and he would get us out of it somehow. We already knew we were in trouble again even if they were the good cops and not the bad guys. He put the disk in his pants in a flash before they could even noticed. Believe me it was safe there from me anyhow. I snort laughed a little when I thought about it. Really with it being down his pants, I think it's safe from a lot of women being in there.

"What the hell are you laughing at? This is serious shit Bella. If they are real cops they are going to think we killed him. If they are on Frank's payroll they are going to want to kill us."

The one thing I have learned being with Paul on the run. It is better to laugh than cry when you're facing danger or a bad situation. Because no matter how fucked up it is; it will only get worse. That I'm sure of.

"Are you being bi-polar again? I always knew something was wrong with you." Just as Paul finished that sentence they slammed us both face down on the hood of the car and handcuffed us. Handcuffs couldn't hold him if he didn't want to be held. But he couldn't risk exposing their secret in front of someone either. He always has the patience to wait it out while I'm freaking out the whole time. He never losses his cool or acts like he is afraid of dyeing.

Sitting in the back of the squad car with Paul having nothing to do but kill time. I thought it was good timing to have a talk with him "Why didn't you want me to be around Jacob?"

He was in no shape to ask him any questions last night and even if I had of he wouldn't have remembered anyways. He ignored me just like he usually does "Damn it Paul give me some answers. I think I have earned that much from you."

We have been together for I don't know how long now. I've lost track of the time and days we've been gone. They all seem to run together anymore. We have faced danger, death and so much other shit. He handles that better than trying to communicate with me. But, this was one time I wasn't going to just let it go. So he finally caved just to get me to shut up.

"Ever since I was a little boy I heard stories from my Grandma and Mom about this girl who would come into my life. When I figured out it was you, I didn't want to believe it. I fought the idea of even having you in my life. This girl was supposed to change my life but, in a good way and we both know that hasn't happened. Jacob treats you like you're a baby that can't do anything for yourself. He was just complicating your transformation into being a strong woman. Even if you do hate me, I have made you stronger. That is the one thing you have to admit Bella. You are a much stronger person now that can handle anything if you put your mind to it." That was it, that was all he was going to tell me. He really told me nothing that I didn't already know.

We were taken back to that same damn warehouse we already escaped from once. These were bad guys too. Paul whispered "Don't be afraid."

"That's easy for you to say. I'm just a frail human and it's harder for them to kill you."

"You're not frail Bella. Far from it." That was the nicest thing he has said to me. I've never seen Paul ever be soft or weak. It almost made me like him a little.

Then he laughed "But you are the most fucked up and the weirdest chick I've ever met." Yeah I knew that warm and fuzzy feeling of liking Paul would turned into what it always does; dislike.

"Do you always have to be this much of an asshole?"

"Yep." Was all I got and he was staring out the window. This talk lasted longer than any of the others we've had.

Getting us out of the car and then they were throwing me around when they shoved me to the ground "Keep an eye on them. I'm going to call Frank to see what he wants us to do with them." I am right back to the same damn place that I was, begging to get away and just go home.

Setting on the floor waiting to see what they were going to do to us this time. My mind was wandering off and I thought of Charlie. Has Charlie given up the search for me? If he's doing okay without me? I have brought so much hell down on him and into his life. He is probably better off without me around. There is no way that I could ever make it up to him for all the things I've done. But I would still like the chance to see him again to tell him how sorry I really am and how much I do love him.

Isn't it amazing how much your opinion on life changes when you are staring down death. All things you have fretted over and worried about that doesn't mean anything at all. Life always gets put into perspective for you. Sometimes it is just to late to do anything about it.

"Lock them in the back office. Frank will be here in the morning and he wants to handle this problem personally himself." We have become such a thorn in his side that he wants to make sure that we're dead this time.

After they tied us up again. They locked the door to the office. It was only seconds of the door closing behind them when Paul was untied with ease. He had mine off too before my eyes could even focus on what he was doing "Well that was easy and fast enough. We'll get out of here and get out of this damn town as soon as we get this disk to the reporter."

That seemed like such an easy task to complete and should have taken no real effort either. But we all know it wasn't going to be as smooth as it should have gone. We were at the edge of town when a car came to a screeching halt "How did they get away this time?"

We started out on the run and it hasn't changed yet, still always on the run from someone. At midnight there aren't exactly many places to run to where you can blend in. The one place that was still open was The Pink Pleasures.

When we went inside it was a sex shop and not an ordinary sex shop. Filled with Sadism and Masochism apparel, toys and people. In the back they were holding like a goddamn freaker's ball or something. Everywhere you looked it was black leather, whips and chains.

But that wasn't even the strange stuff. I am seeing things like I never have before; a man in a leather thong on his all fours. With a dog collar around his neck, a muzzle with a gag ball on his face and a silver chain like jewelry hooked to her breast piercing for his leash. I think she was his girlfriend or owner, hell I don't know which one at this point. We didn't blend in well needless to say.

They stopped what they were doing when we came in and everyone looked at us. For Paul being such a ladies man he was more uncomfortable than I was "Bella just turn around and walk out."

That would have been a good idea except they were out in the hallway looking around for us and I'm sure they were planning on shooting us if they find us. Shutting the door and joining in their freaky meeting.

The guy on stage was dressed in all leather including the mask that was covering his face. You would think he could have found something to have covered his dong too "Welcome and this must be our guest speakers here to give us inspiration and insight on our chosen way of life."

Paul and I looked at each other not sure what to say. Our choices were we face the bad guys on the outside of the door or the really fucked up people in here.

He took my hand and we were walking up to the stage "Just follow my lead and maybe we can get out of here. I have a plan." It was the last sentence that scares the shit out of me. Anytime he says he has a plan I know that I am in for one hell of a ride and it's going to be a bad ride for me.

Of course the first thing was picking out something that made us blend in with them. They had cases of different clothing to wear. Paul took the disk out of his pants and hid it in the case marked; Ride them Hard and Wet in Leather. He said once the bad guys were gone we would get the disk and get the fuck out of here. That we would just blend in until then.

But that's not how it worked out for us at all. Should I have expected anything different? Dressed in all red leather well, what it did cover of my ass that is. Paul had on a very tight pair of black leather assless chaps, no shirt on and a cloth mask that only covered his eyes. He reminded me of a gay Zorro. When he turned around and saw me looking "Are you checking out my ass?"

Is he really that arrogant? I would have told him what I thought but, I'm sure someway somehow I would pay for the comment. So I chose to stay silent; silence may not always be golden but it does keep my ass out of trouble with him.

But the worst was still yet to come. It always is with Paul though. When they were ready for us to speak neither one of us knew what to say or do. We were standing there on stage with everyone looking in complete silence. Their topic of the evening that was to be discussed; sex toys, role-playing and giving proper spankings to your partner. What's the odds of that shit happening?

When Paul grabbed me and a whip that has shredded long leather strands I knew this was not going to be a good thing. That damn whip hurt when he brought it across my ass. But when he smacked me across the crotch with it; it was you asshole, oh god and fuck me all at the same time coming out of my mouth.

He was really going to do this and pretend he knew what the fuck he was talking about. After rambling on about making your woman scream and beg you to stop before you did, they all started spanking each other. The room was filled with screams then pleads of please stop and a few screams of give me more Big Daddy.

I was done with this shit and it stops here and now. I'll take my chances with the bad guys before I do anymore of this. He grabbed my arm and with a smug look on his face "Bella don't act like you don't like it." Really is this how he wanted to play? I think he sucks me back into the game by pissing me off so much that I want to stay to the end just to make him miserable like he does me.

The evil smirk on his face when he picked up the hand cuffs was so wrong for so many reasons "Get on your knees."

Then he whispered "It's either you play along with me or face the alternative on the outside of the door." I have learned to have some respect for him throughout all of this. But the hate is still the stronger of the two. It's a thing with him always having to be in control. When he's not I think he's a little lost puppy.

After doing what I was told all the other women or male partners if that was the case did the same "Look at your partner and handcuff them. When this is over they will be begging you to be their master." If he really believes that then there is no help or hope for him left. I have been handcuffed twice today and I wasn't excited about it either time.

Putting a plastic gag ball in my mouth seemed to be bringing him pleasure for some reason "This is my favorite part Sparky. Hell I might take this with us when we leave."

If I'm not mistaken Paul was doing a tribal rain dance of some sort around me. All of the men started doing the same little dance too around the room. I could see them and they stopped but, I couldn't see Paul anymore "This is where you take control of your woman. You need to show them who is the boss and always will be."

I wanted to cry when I felt the vibrating dildo being stuck in my ass. Paul bent down beside me and removed the gag from my mouth "Say it Bella. Say I am your master."

Now I could have whined and cried about it. Refused to do it and we all know that he would have only done something worse to me to get me to do it anyways. So I decided to play this one smart "You're my master." But you know I didn't mean it.

"It's about time you realized it and admitted it to Bella." If it was an anal rain dance that son of bitch wanted, it was an anal rain dance that son of bitch was going to get.

I handcuffed his hands together while he was down on all fours. I wanted to make sure his butt was up in the air so I didn't miss my target "Ladies never forget how to make your man scream. The more they scream, the more pleasure you're giving to them no matter how much they say no and they don't want you to do it." I think I have been a good sport about all the things he's done to me and now it was time for a little payback to come his way.

But I decided his gag should be something he will never forget. So I put a large dildo in his mouth and ducted taped it there "You had better be a good boy and play along. It's not so funny anymore expecting me to make a tampon out of paper towels and duct tape. Or putting dirty socks in my mouth, now is it?"

He was saying words and making noises but with that big dildo in his mouth I couldn't understand a damn thing he was saying to me. He was fuming a little. Okay a lot but, this time it was his choice of how he wanted things to end. I might have also reminded him that now would not be a good time for me to start screaming that I was a kidnap victim either.

Grabbing a whiskey bottle that was half full. I took the cork out with my teeth and spit it out on the floor. Then I stuck the neck of the bottle where his personality comes from; his asshole "That's how you do an anal rain dance bitch."

After that was finally over with we went to change. I was ready to get the hell out of here. They all loved what we showed them and were asked back to be a guest speaker again. We both declined the invitation. But the case was gone from the back. We searched everywhere but couldn't find it. The people all looked different when they changed back into their street clothes "How are we going to find the disk when no one looks the same now?"

Paul gave me that look that I always want to smack off his face "They will be carrying the case that's marked Ride them Hard and Wet in Leather, duh." I hate it when he's all snippy.

We meandered around the store looking at everyone and what they had in their hands. It was becoming empty inside and we didn't find the disk. So I decided to have a little fun with Paul.

Picking up a pearl vibrating dildo and from across the room "Oh Paul. What do you think about this one from your oral and anal experiences?"

He was getting nervous and I liked it. Mr. calm, cool and collect really isn't on somethings. So I kept asking him from across the room about every toy there was, especially the anal ones. So I guess he doesn't like being the butt end of a joke. That actually made me let out a little snort laugh thinking about it.

He was trying to stand in the corner and not be noticed by the others. But hell no that was not going to happen. The sales woman went over to ask if there was something he needed assistance with. That was my cue "No, he doesn't need help. He's gay and my dildo advisor. We share our toys." His mouth came open and I'll be damned wolf boy does blush.

When the sales woman asked if he prefered to have a small vibrating dildo or a large round one in his ass, he couldn't leave fast enough. He headed for the door like a little bunny, making tracks to get out of here fast. On his way outside he bumped into a display of pocket pussies and knocked them over. He told me to keep it on the down low. Well I would say he didn't when everyone in the store was looking at him rolling around on the floor with those. I just couldn't help myself.

I yelled to him in the parking lot from the door "If you wanted a pocket pussy all you had to do was say so. I hope your boyfriend doesn't get jealous. Now what color do you want; lime green, pink or my favorite purple?"

The only response I got from him was "I will make you pay for that later Bella." Seeing his reaction almost made it worth whatever horrible things he would do in return to me. It's not like he's exactly nice to me now anyways. Any kindness he shows me he takes it away by being a bigger of an asshole later.

I believe he's a little mad at me right now because the walk to the house was very quiet. When I would catch up to him, he would take longer strides to get a head of me again. I decided that I would let him get ahead of me and finish stewing about it. Then we could get on with trying to get out of this town.

When we went through the back door at the house we both stopped in our tracks. There was an older woman in the kitchen "You're early. I will have the house cleaned up and out of here in a couple of hours Sir. Then you can enjoy the day with your niece."

"She's not my niece."

"Are they really ever honey?"

After talking with Sadie the house keeper. The picture became much clearer for us. Men would bring their so-called nieces here so their wives wouldn't find out about them cheating. Only what they were getting in return was black mailed. If they didn't go along with what Frank wanted them to do. Not only would their wives find out the truth but, a public scandal too. It would ruin their lives and their careers so they had no choice but to do it.

We packed our stuff up and would be watching the house to see who their next victim was going to be. The disk and a witness were going to be the only way to clear our names of any wrong doings "We would appreciate it if you wouldn't say anything about us being here Sadie. It needs to be like we were never here."

"Uh-huh. They never are here honey." Her answers were always short and sweet. She never stopped cleaning even while talking to us. She's a very dedicated house keeper but, hates Frank and we might have found our witness.

We hid our bags in the woods outside of town. We haven't found the disk yet. The bad guys were still lurking and looking for us somewhere around here. But that didn't stop Paul from wanting to eat though. He could have hours left to live but, he would still find the time to eat.

The sun was starting to come up and I was getting tired. A place was open for breakfast and that's where we went to. We ordered and didn't talk. As a matter of fact he wouldn't even look in my direction. I think he was still mad at me and that made me a little happy. It's not like he doesn't start it and deserve everything that I give him back. So I decided to add a little insult to his injury "How's your butt?"

He slammed down his glass on the table "How's your butt Bella?" Doing much better than it will be doing later when he figures out what to do to me next, I'm sure.

"Shit look." Looking out the window a man was setting at the bus stop on bench across the street. I was squinting to see the suit case he had. I looked over and Paul was already out the door.

The bus pulled up and people where getting off of it. The man was waiting for them to exit so he could get on. A group of women that was all dressed a like in long dresses was waiting for the boy who got off last. The boy put his suitcase down and took his hat off before addressing the women "I'm sorry Mother. I tried my hardest to convince them to give us more time to reach our harvest to save the farm. But I was unsuccessful."

"Samuel I'm sure you did your best. The good lord will provide for us. Everything will be fine." The boy picked up the suitcase and followed along with the women. Only he didn't pickup the right one. The man didn't even notice it and got on the bus.

"Now what are we going to do?"

"We follow them and see where they go. Then we get the disk back."

They didn't have a car. They traveled in a horse-drawn buggy. I was still unable to keep up with them like Paul was. I was out of breath and couldn't run anymore. He finally told me to get on his back. I hated it but, I did it. I would do just about anything and have to make this come to an end.

Turning their buggy up a long dirt driveway. The sign said Yoder Farm. We were going to take the disk and get as far away from here as possible. I couldn't believe how fast it happened and we were on our way once again.

As soon as we told them that we were trying to meet with the reporter, we were rushed inside to her "I have waited on you since yesterday. Oh well, it doesn't matter. Put them in the booth and get ready to break in for a news update."

They worked so fast. Making sure the reporters hair and makeup was perfect "We are bringing you a live update. Previously we had given you a broadcast on the kidnapped victim Isabella Swan and her kidnapper. They have been accused of committing murder and several other crimes as well. We have an update and something to show you that you might find devastating and somewhat to graphic for some of our viewers. I will let the evidence speak for itself as we take you to the footage now. We will have the exclusive interview with them afterwards."

I let out a sigh of relief "I guess it's finally over."

Paul gave me a half hearted smile "Yeah I guess it is."

SAMS POV

We stopped for the night to crash. I have driven the boys to keep going. As soon as we get close to Paul and Bella, the trail changes into a different direction. I rented a couple of room so they could shower and sleep because even I was past being exhausted.

After we ate and ate then, ate some more. We went back to the rooms. They were hanging out with some of them watching TV and some already a sleep.

"Hello."

"Hi."

"You don't know how happy I am to hear your voice Sam. Where are you? Everyone has been worried sick about you guys."

This is the first time I called Emily. It's not that I didn't want to but, we've been mostly in our wolf forms "It's really good to hear your voice too. I've missed you so much." This is as long as I have been away from her at any given time. My heart hurts so much when she's not by my side.

"Sam, I think you need to see this."

"I'll there in a minute Embry."

"Dude, I don't think you're going to want to miss this." I followed Embry inside.

"What's so damn import..."

"Emily, I'm gonna have to call you back."

Paul and Bella were on the news. They were dressed in leather and she was shoving a Jack Daniels bottle up his ass.

"Does Paul have a big pink dick in his mouth?"

"Yep. Told you that you wouldn't want to miss this shit."

I hope that you enjoyed reading me.

They are on their way to…grandma's house.

Bella was wearing a…..little red cape.

They are staying far into the woods in a …little cottage.

Paul was using an axe to chop…..wood.

Bella was carrying a little….basket.

Bella thinks grandma has…..big eyes.

Bella thinks Paul has…big ears.

Bella thinks Paul has a… very long tongue.

One Bad Wolf ate…..Little Red Riding Hood.

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Who is chasing whom?

The bad guys is chasing….Paul and Bella.

Police is chasing…..Paul and Bella.

Jacob is chasing…..Paul and Bella

Sam and the pack is chasing….Jacob, Paul and Bella.

Paul and Bella is chasing…..sheep.

Paul and Bella is chasing…cock-a-doddle-do.

Will Paul now be chasing….Bella?

Paul is chasing Bella…all over the dance floor.

Police is chasing…. a redhead and an idiot.

Paul and Bella is chasing each other ….

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