Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight; I own a volleyball and a boom box.
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to; ginahowsen for giving me a boost of support after my last announcement, Heiderz for the lovely review, and jacobisthenewblack for always taking the time to review my chapters and I love the emotion you put into it.
Just a warning right now; this chapter is really dark. This is the one that warrants the M rating and this chapter is actually pretty evil. I'm not sure how I did so please review and tell me if my attempt at evil plot sucked. Thanks and on with the chapter!
Chapter 11: Prisoner
Bella POV
I woke up with a splitting headache. From what I couldn't remember. Everything was really blurry as I tried to remember what happened to me. I distinctly remembered going for a jog at the beach, but everything else was a bit fuzzy.
I tried to get up seeing as I was lying on the ground, but I found that I could not move. I could move my head though and I looked to see that I was completely bound by multitudes of ropes. I was lying on this weird table that reminded me of the tables in the science lab back in high school. Wait...what high school did I go to again?
My arms were criss-crossed and bound tight to the sides of the table by thick industrial rope. The same was for my legs, and I couldn't move them an inch. For some odd reason that was all that was binding me. I was still wearing my sweat shirt and shorts, but my IPod was gone.
I looked about my surroundings. I was in a very dark room, the only light coming from above my head. It seemed really eerie and I was reminded of Halloween, with all its dark decorations and creepiness. How I had got here and what happened was unknown to me and I struggled to break free of my bonds.
I gasped as a sudden jolt of pain rocketed through my body. It felt as though I had been electrocuted. I felt something heavy clamp around my neck like a vice.
"Well darling, I'm so glad to see that you are awake," a dark voice that I didn't recognize sounded from the far corner of the room, in a place I couldn't see.
"Where am I?" I tried to say, but it only came out as a squeak. The voice laughed, but I still could see no more than I did before.
"Now sugar, you should know from the movies that the villain is never revealed until the grand finale," the voice mocked me. "So don't speak, don't scream, don't move, and maybe, just maybe, you'll be alright."
I didn't believe the voice for a second. I felt fear start to grip my insides and I had a sudden burst of memory. I remembered jogging to the beach, and being grabbed from behind and being hit over the head. There was another detail I knew I should remember but I couldn't quite place it.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked quietly, more to myself than to the evil on the other side of the cavern. But still, he must have heard it for I got another shock.
"Shush," the voice commanded. "I won't tell you what I'm going to do, you'll just experience it. But first, it seems to me like someone needs some more water."
And just like that, water fell on my head. If I wasn't being held prisoner, this might have reminded me of the circus. I was thirsty and so I opened my mouth a little bit to let the water dribble in. It tasted off; it had a slightly metallic tang to it. As soon as I swallowed I felt my head go fuzzy.
With a jolt of intuition I knew that the water must have been drugged. But before I could say or think anything else, a piece of tape covered my mouth and the light disappeared as a blindfold was put over my eyes.
"Now that you feel good," the voice cackled. "The real fun begins."
The fear twisted and swelled inside me for I had no idea what was to come. Even if I were allowed to speak I couldn't because my heart thumped erratically in my throat. What I wasn't expecting was for the ropes on my arms and legs to fall away. But that wasn't a good thing. Before I even had time to move, my arms were clamped in the same way as my neck, however my legs were kept loose.
"I know you'll be a dear and not move your legs won't you honey?" The voice mocked, and I realized that it was closer now. Too close, for it was right above me.
I tried to move them anyway but another bolt of electricity ran through me. I wanted to cry out in pain but I couldn't.
"I should have rephrased that," said the voice. "I should have said not to move your legs if you know what's best for you."
I whimpered through the tape. "Scared are we?" he asked evilly. "Then let's begin."
I waited for whatever torture he had for me to begin. I was scared for my life and I didn't know what would happen to me.
I suddenly felt a warm hand on my bare calf and it shocked me. I trembled and the voice chuckled, and I realized that it was him that was touching me.
"Just relax sweetheart," he said and his hand began to move on my leg, moving higher, higher, before moving back down again. Then he added his other hand, and though I couldn't see anything I knew what he was doing. I thrashed around viciously, all the while receiving more shocks just like a dog. I couldn't stop though; he would not hurt me this way. But after a while, the shocks became too painful and I collapsed, breathing heavily through the porous tape.
"Behave," he growled and he continued his rubbing my leg. This time his hand traveled higher and he grabbed my shorts, ripping them down my legs. He said not another word, he just performed his torture.
I couldn't stop the tears, the flowed freely from my eyes and I thanked the good Lord that my mother had made certain that I was on birth control.
He was very slow and deliberate which just made everything worse. I was so hurt and torn and by the time he was done I was spent. I just cried silently and he laughed as I felt him get off of me.
"That was excellent," he breathed by my ear. "It's good to know that you get just as excited as I do."
I wanted to shake my head at that, for he would never ever get me excited. My reactions had been involuntary and I just sobbed.
"Well, I'll be back for more after I let you rest up for a little bit," he said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. I could tell when he had left because my arms came free and the clamp came off of my neck. But a heavy bar clamped around my bare torso.
I let myself curl up into a little ball and I sobbed for what felt like hours. I stopped after a while and just let myself daydream to what life would be like if I were not here, if I was anywhere with Edward. We'd sit on the monkey bars in the park and talk, we'd play games and we'd kiss each other for the first time. I fantasized for a little while before a big bang sounded and the fear returned.
My captor had returned and this time only the clamp around my middle held me. He continued his torture, a round two as I called it, and as much as I would like to just escape in my head while he assaulted me, I couldn't get Edward to come to mind. All I could think about was what was going on in the present, and the pain that I felt. This wasn't enjoyable for me at all, but there was nothing I could do to stop my reactions and I couldn't see anything anyway.
This time my captor didn't stop after he was done the first time. He continued for what I'm sure was hours as he came and went at least 10 times I was certain. My body was fighting exhaustion and I knew I couldn't take much more.
Finally, hours later he stopped and left, again promising to be back after I rested for a little bit. But I didn't hear him because as soon as he got off of me, the exhaustion and exertion got to me and I blacked out, even in unconsciousness thankful for a little escape from this torture.
A/N: So there you have it. Another chapter up and running. I worked my tail off this afternoon working on it in the library. Another broken record; REVIEW!
--x Lauren
