Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer, of course, owns all things Twilight. I am just playing in her world. NO copyright infringement intended. WARNING: CONTAINS DARK THEMES MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR ALL!
Hey there Kiddies. I am WARNING you ahead of time before you start reading, this day is intense. It may NOT be for everyone. So, remember you've been WARNED.
My wonderfully gifted and talented beta, Red, my Sweetcheeks, I love that you keep making me better and better. Without you this would really suck monkey balls! YOU ROCK!
Twin, Sis, and Pea love you dearly!
Day 11
"Alice, do we really have to?"
"Oh my God, Bella, what did you expect to wear, your jeans and a hoodie?"
"Well…"
"Seriously, Bella, I don't know what you would do without me. Yes, we are going dress shopping. Yes, you will try on whatever I pick out, and yes, you will put on a smile and suck it up. I can't believe you even thought that you could, I mean, uhhhhh," Alice finishes in complete frustration as she leaves my room.
"I love you, Alice," I call out to her.
In true Alice fashion, her head pops around the corner. "Yes, you do and don't forget it."
She disappears for a split second before popping her head around the corner again. "I love you, too. Now hurry up. We have an appointment to keep."
"Yes, Alice," I acquiesce.
"When will everyone learn to just listen to me in the first place? It would save us all a lot of time," she continues as she walks down the hall.
I can't help the giggle that escapes me. I easily slip into my jeans and grab my hoodie accepting the torture of trying on wedding dresses I will soon endure.
Torture.
Torture.
Torture.
I gasp for air, my lungs burning.
Scorching fire consumes my throat.
I choke again and again and again.
My chest heaves desperately trying to grasp at any air it can.
My body convulses.
Spasms tear through me.
My lungs cry out.
Don't panic, Bella. Slow, deep, steady breaths.
I repeat over and over to myself willing my body to comply.
Slowly, ever so slowly, it listens and my breathing becomes slow and steady. My muscles begin to release their tension.
I continue to slowly breathe in and out.
In and out.
In and out.
My senses are assaulted by stale cigarettes tinged with a sickening sweetness.
It's familiar.
My body reacts before my mind does. My limbs twist and turn in the confines of their restraints. My breathing hitches.
"Did you honestly think I was through with you? Oh, the things I'm going to do to you. I haven't even begun to punish you," a deep raspy voice promises.
My eyes flutter open only to stare into an ice blue abyss.
"Ah, there's my girl. So sweet, so delicious, so perfect. You'll learn though. Oh, you'll learn. You are mine, only mine, and you will never, ever leave."
Before I can react or respond, his calloused hand shoves a gag into my mouth.
I try to spit out the offensive fabric, but he shoves it so deep into my mouth my efforts are useless.
He walks around the table I am confined and restrained to and stops behind my head.
I try to plead with him using my eyes. Tears well up in them and spill forth.
"Tsk, tsk, no reason to cry. This time it will be over before you know it, although…" he trails off grabbing a serrated blade and holding it up. The light reflects off of it with a shimmer.
He walks around the table, and I notice him pull a tripod into my view and presses the red button on the camcorder perched on it.
"I hope you don't mind?" he asks, a wicked smile pulling at his lips.
The red light glows on the camcorder.
He makes his way closer to me, the blade held firmly in his grasp.
"You're gonna wanna scream and that's okay. No one will hear you. Scout's honor."
Before the blade touches my skin, I begin to scream. My eyes continue to plead with him, but they go unnoticed as do my muffled cries.
"I would tell you this may hurt just a little, but that would be a fucking lie."
My muffled screams fill my head as the blade starts to cut into my arm.
Tears stream down my face.
The searing pain radiates up and down my arm
Warm liquid washes over my skin. The smell of iron invades my nose. I feel dizzy, sick to my stomach. My eyes roll into the back of my head.
"Oh, no you don't," he whispers into my ear.
Then his hand flashes in front my face, and the strong smell of ammonia burns my nose, bringing me back to the here and now.
"There's my girl."
I want to scream at him.
I'm not your girl.
I want to punch him, hit him, kick him, hurt him, but all I can do is continue to feel the blade cut deeper into me.
All I can do is smell his stench.
All I can do is feel his body against mine.
All I can do is silently scream.
All I can do is hope this will be over soon.
All I can do is wait.
A/N: He's one sick fucker. I told you this day was intense. Tomorrow I promise you will have a big huge question answered, Scout's Honor. Thanks to those of you who have voted for me in the Sunflower Awards. Voting is still open if you haven't gotten over there and still want to vote for my other fic Sex, Distractions and Rock n Roll. OH and my wonderfully talented and gifted beta, Red20881, is nominated for Master of Cliffies thanks to her unparallel skills in that department with her fic Jar of Hearts. If you want to vote here's the link:
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