AN: Sorry for the wait, but I did get the outtake done for F4NKH.

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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VERY SERIOUS CONTENT THAT MAY BE TO SENSITIVE TO SOME

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I couldn't look at Alice the rest of the day. I hadn't even done anything yet, but I still felt so ashamed. It wasn't like this was something that I could explain to her as to what I was doing and why. I knew that this wasn't the right thing to do; in fact, it was downright fucking stupid, but this was the best option for me. I hate to say it, but this is what I knew – spreading my legs for money. Now that I thought about it, I don't know if Alice even knew about my past in prostitution, or more appropriately, present.

It was even harder when Edward came home. I tried steeling myself all day to talk to him, like adults, but chickened out every time I opened my mouth to say something. The only thing that made it slightly easier was that he was still in a sour mood. But even still, keeping this from him was killing me. He deserved better than me sneaking out to do one of the things he forbade me to do in order to stay with him. More than likely, I wasn't coming back here after I was done with Mr. Yorkie, but that was something I had to worry about in a few days. If everything goes the way it should, I would have enough money to sustain myself for a long time.

So the next day, I prepared for my departure. Alice was still miserable with her cold, so like yesterday, she went to sleep almost as soon as she got here. I dressed in the clothing that I had on when I first came to stay, leaving everything that was purchased for me behind. It made things easier that I literally had nothing but the clothes on my back. I even left what money was left from Jasper. I might even get to pay him back after all this was done.

I spent the day with Alice, sitting around watching movies with her, trying to ease my guilty conscience. I had to wait until the perfect opportunity before I could make my getaway. It was like clockwork – Alice used the restroom every time around four o'clock. So after she dutifully retreated to the bathroom, I quickly but quietly ran to my bedroom to grab my coat and slip on my sneakers. I made one detour to the kitchen to stick the note I had already written on the counter. I really wanted to say bye to Alice since this could very well be the last time I saw her, but if I did, she'd try and stop me.

Killing time was easier than I thought it would be. My mind was racing, taking the minutes with it. Sooner than I would have liked, I was entering the all too familiar motel where I spent many nights in shame for what I had done to secure a room.

James sat in his usual chair behind the security glass watching his little black and white television, adjusting the rabbit ears. I tapped on the glass to get his attention. He didn't look right away, but when he did, his eyes went wide and a grin began to form. With his free hand he ushered me to come around the counter.

"Hey," I greeted him. I hadn't felt this unsure around him since our first encounter.

"Hey. You ready for this?" he asked. His tone was surprisingly curious and maybe a bit concerned.

"I dunno, I guess. I don't know why it feels so…different, wrong. I mean, I do this all the time."

"Maybe it's the money. I doubt you've ever screwed someone for this amount of money."

This was the most civil conversation that we've ever had, and his lack of sleaziness was helping a little.

"Have you gotten paid, yet? Is he here?" I asked.

"He gave me half – told me I'd get the other half if it worked out." He shrugged. "It wasn't what we agreed to in the first place, but it's still a good chuck of money. As long as you don't fuck it up then I'll get my other half," he said, amused. I didn't know if he was joking or not – probably a mixture of both.

"Here." He handed me a key, Room 27. He pursed his lips in concentration and I didn't know if I was excused or if I should wait for him to say something. "Do you have condoms?" he asked suddenly. I shook my head, feeling like an idiot for not even thinking about condoms. He shuffled through the bottom draw of his desk. He handed me three foil packages. "It's all I got. Maybe he'll have some."

"Thanks." I grabbed the small packages, studying them, prolonging the inevitable. This felt so fucking wrong. This is so fucking wrong. But I had to think about me and what would help me in the long run. Unfortunately, spreading my legs was my only profitable skill. "I'll see you later."

My feet felt like they were being weighed down, making each step impossibly harder. My head was pounding, my palms were unnaturally sweaty, and my chest was tight. My own body was warning me, telling me to turn around, but my head was already in it – already spending the money I would get after the ordeal was done. With a heavy heart, I climbed the flight of stairs and walked to the assigned room.

My raised hand lingered in front of the door, not yet ready to knock and announce my presence. I realized I was waiting for something, maybe someone, to stop me and tell me I didn't have to do this and that everything would be okay if I walked away. Maybe if I had told someone they would have stopped me; tell me I was better than all this. But I hadn't given anyone that opportunity – I was completely on my own and probably for good.

It was now or never and I couldn't not go through with it knowing how much money was involved.

The door opened slowly, revealing an extremely handsome man. His hair was black, so black it almost looked blue. It was slicked back and shiny. His eyes were a steely blue, with an extremely penetrating gaze. As he looked me over, slight crinkles appeared around the edges. His lips were a lot fuller than I would expect a male to have, but not overly so where they would appear feminine. He stood about six feet or so, but it was hard to estimate his build underneath his fitted suit that he wore well. He was probably well toned.

He was the second most handsome mean I had ever met. His hair was too neat, his eyes were too light, his lips were too full. Despite his almost perfect features, they weren't for me.

"Why didn't you use the key James gave you?" he said when he was done giving me the once over. His voice was too rough; not silky enough. He opened the door wider to let me in without even asking me if I was the person he was waiting for.

"Sorry," I finally managed to say. "I put them in my pocket and forgot about them." I dug them from my back pocket and tossed them on the small night table. He nodded and didn't look too pleased.

"Want a drink?"

"Fuck yes. A strong one," I thought, but managed a, "Please." He poured a yellowish-gold liquid into a highball and passed it over. I took it and raised it in the air, a silent cheers. I sipped it slowly to taste it first.

Tequila? He didn't take me for a tequila drinker. This particular alcoholic beverage reminded me too much of…nightclubs? College? Just not this business-looking gentleman. I downed the rest, needing the liquid courage as quickly as it would come. It burned all the way down.

"Another?" he asked when I passed the glass back.

"I'm good, thanks," I declined politely. I was never a heavy drinker before and I knew I couldn't take much after not having alcohol in so long. I wasn't even taking into consideration that I hadn't eaten and my nerves were shot. Another round would definitely not do me any good.

"Alright. Have a seat; we need to go over a few things before we start." He motioned toward the bed, indicating that's where he wanted me to sit. Suddenly, it became very real. Once I was finally seated, he began. "Just a few things before we begin – not much." I nodded. "Well, like I told you, tonight is a trial run to see how we…connect." I nodded again. "I won't be pushing too hard tonight, but I do want to get a feel of what I'm working with." His words brought a slight relief. "Lastly, your name is going to be Irina tonight," he told me.

His last request wasn't unusual as I've been given many aliases. However, his voice turned cold, hard as he said the name. Most likely, he was lusting after someone named Irina.

"And lastly, you'll get paid when we're done." Without waiting for me to say anything, he began loosening his tie and removing his jacket. I hated to admit that I was more than curious to see what his naked body looked like. "Get undressed," he ordered, a little harshly. "Everything."

I needed this to go right so I did what I was told quickly. I removed my coat and tucked my sneakers under the bed. Every article of clothing that I removed was folded and neatly put on the desk chair. I was so wrapped up in the deed of undressing that I hadn't realized that he was standing only in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I don't know if it made it better or worse to see that his body was very well sculpted. However, my mind began to wonder what Edward's naked body looked like.

It was uncomfortable to stand naked in front of him as he took another sip from his glass watching me.

"What's your name?" I blurted. "Like your first name, or should I call you Mr. Yorkie?" I thought maybe if I at least knew his first name it would ease some of the tension I felt. He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. He could give me a fake name for himself, too, for all I cared. I just didn't want to call him Mr. Yorkie.

"Eric." It suited him – he looked like an Eric.

He carefully placed his glass next to my empty one and strode over to me confidently. From behind me he ran a hand from my hip bone to underneath my breast.

"You're a little too thin for my liking, Irina," he whispered in my ear. I was too skinny for my liking, so he wasn't telling me something I didn't already know. "But these," he cupped both breasts from behind, "are practically perfect." He ran his thumbs over my already hard nipples. I hoped that he didn't think he elicited the response – it was chilly in the room. "They're surprisingly soft and perkier than I'm used to."

I tried to listen to his words, hoping that I could feel at least the smallest amount of arousal.

While tweaking my nipples he began kissing along my neck. I could feel a little moisture building.

"You're quite beautiful, Irina," he said into my neck. He removed one hand from my breast and slowly began moving it south. He inserted one finger in and then quickly removed it to then start rubbing my clit in quick circles. "You're good, already wet, Irina," he murmured in between kisses, tweaks, and rubs. "But tell me, are you thinking of me or someone else?" he asked sweetly. My eyes widened at his question, fear heating my whole body. Immediately, I knew this wasn't going to be good.

"I have a feeling that you're thinking of him," he said harshly, his kisses becomes hard nips on my skin. "Lay on the bed," he ordered. He was getting irritated, but I couldn't tell why. I hadn't uttered one word since his advancement. "Spread your legs and bend your knees," he instructed when I was lying down.

I could see him from my position on the bed as he removed the only piece of clothing he had on. As he came toward me I could clearly see he was hard, despite our short interaction. He climbed on top of my, his erection right on top of my folds. Immediately and without warning he took my left breast into his mouth, sucking and biting painfully hard. His other hand squeezed my right breast and I could swear it felt like he was going to literally rip it off.

"Stop, please…you're being too rough," I pleaded, hoping he would calm down. He stopped and gave me a deathly glare.

"You don't get to tell me what to do. With the kind of money I'm paying you should be glad that there's foreplay, giving you pleasure," he spat. He was crazy if he thought this was enjoyable foreplay. "From now on, know you're place and speak only when you're spoken to."

I nodded and closed my eyes, hoping I could forget the pain and find something in his touch that was pleasurable. He continued sucking, biting, squeezing while I tried to keep my breathing even. After another few minutes of painful groping he spoke again.

"I bet Jared doesn't make you feel good like this," he said, as he rubbed his cock along my dry folds.

I realized three things in that moment. One, he was crazed. Two, Irina was someone of importance and I was about to pay for her mistakes. And three, I had to get out of here, money or no money. However, he was resting all of his weight on me. I couldn't push him off if I tried.

"Eric, please. We need to stop. I don't want to do this anymore," I cried. I tried shoving him off of me by his shoulders, but that only caused him to lean down heavier on top of me.

As I was about to open my mouth to beg again, he hand flew out, striking me. Pain soared through my right cheek and caused an immediate headache.

"I told you, you don't get to talk," he yelled. "Now shut the fuck up and listen for once you dumb cunt. I bet if I was Jared my cock would already be jammed down your throat."

I wanted to scream, tell him I wasn't Irina, but he wasn't stable and that didn't bode well for me.

"You can never let me enjoy things, can you?" he seethed, and began stroking himself. "Even when I try to take your needs into consideration, you still have to be a fucking bitch." He stroked faster.

He shoved his erection into me. The lack of moisture made it incredibly painful. I tried to stifle my cries, but failed. I don't know if he mistook them for cries of pleasure or simply didn't care that I was in pain, but he began thrusting faster. I was going to bleed, I was sure of it.

"Does Jared fuck you like this?" Sweat had already formed on his brows and he was biting his bottom lip. "No one fucks my wife better than me."

My hands reached into his hair and pulled hard, hoping that if I pulled hard enough he would get off of me. However, it only spurred him on.

"That's right, baby. There's the slut I married." I could taste his salty sweat as it dripped onto my lips.

I felt like I was being ripped in two. His thrusts were hard, angry. Every time his hard hips met my boney ones it felt like a kick. I tried wiggling my body from underneath his, but he again misread my actions. It didn't matter at this point, though, if he understood what I wanted or not. He was clearly going to take want he wanted.

When I could no longer feel his body weight on me, I thought he was finally going to let me go. That hope was fleeting as he flipped me over onto my stomach. His body was on me faster than I could take a full breath.

"Wait, wait," I said in an effort to buy myself some more time. "Um…you don't have a condom on," I used as an excuse, remembering the condoms that James had given me on the way up.

He chuckled. "Ah, Irina, we both know you like to go bareback. Don't get shy on me now, sweetheart." I couldn't get another word in edgewise before he rammed himself back into me. His hands were on my shoulders, forcing my body to meet his every thrust. I felt like my whole body was on fire, burning me from the inside out. My breaths were more like pants as I tried my hardest not to cry and give this man what he probably wanted.

His hands slowly trailed down my shoulders, arms, the outline of my breasts before he placed them underneath my body, bringing me up to all fours. Despite what I really wanted, I prayed that I was able to become a little wet to make his movements less painful. But my body knew I didn't want this.

He began trailing his hands down my body again, holding on to my hips for the briefest moment, before continuing down to my bottom. I was concentrating so hard on trying to become aroused that I hadn't noticed that he had removed one of his hands. The loud and sharp smack on my ass had me crying out in pain.

"You still like that don't you, Irina? You're still my kinky girl." He rubbed the spot he just smacked only to slap it once again. "If you like that then I know you still have to like this." He pressed his thumb to my tight hole.

My body went rigid as he applied more pressure. I tried scampering away again, but he hovered his body over mine, wrapping one of his arms around my waist.

"You don't think that I knew what you and Jared did while I was away?" he whispered in my ear. "I know everything and if you're going to let my errand boy fuck you here, then so am I."

Faster than I could shudder a breath, he shoved himself into my tightest hole.

"No," I cried out in pain. Holding back tears was no longer an option. The pain was indescribable. I could literally feel myself tearing. "Please stop!" I begged as I tried crawling away. His hands held me forcibly in place. His fingers dug into my hip bone.

In and out. In and out.

"Please," I cried. "Stop!" My cries spurred him on. He thrusted harder and went deeper. I couldn't hold myself up any longer. My knees gave out and my hands weren't strong enough to hold my weight. As my body went down, so did his. I cried and screamed into the mattress, cursing his name and wishing for his death. I thrashed my legs, but he was determined. Another few seconds and he stilled, surely coming inside of me.

I cried harder in relief when he finally extracted himself from me. Despite the protest from my aching body I quickly crawled to the top of the bed and brought the duvet up to cover my naked body. My ass hurt and my eyes were swollen from crying, but I tried my best to watch his every move.

He grabbed a towel to wipe himself with. When he ran it over his length, I could clearly see the towel soiled with blood. He tossed the dirtied towel in the direction of the bathroom and began redressing. His face was beaded with sweat, his hair was disheveled, and his chest heaved up and down with labored breaths. Casually, he put his suit jacket back on as I remained white knuckling the sheet to my body. I eyed him as he reached in his wallet.

"This isn't going to work out. My wife's a better lay." He tossed a fifty on the bed and walked out of the rented room.

I stared at the door as it slammed shut and continued to stare long after he was gone. I could feel the tears as they slowly began running down my cheeks. I was in so much pain, in all ways possible. But most of all, I hurt for knowing that I did this to myself. I accepted what he did to my body when I agreed to meet him tonight. Not only had I allowed myself to be violated and abused, but I allowed myself to walk away from the people who had done nothing but care for me these past weeks by being here tonight.

I wanted nothing more than to go back to Edward's and apologize for leaving so abruptly, but I didn't think that was an option any longer.

Slowly, I reached over and picked up the receiver of the phone that was bolted to the nightstand and dialed the only number I knew. Someone answered three rings later.

"Rosalie?" I sobbed into the mouthpiece.

"It's Emmett."

AN: …so yeah. Review?