Warning! This chapter has some disturbing scenes.....

Chapter 21: Broken

BPOV

The first thing that goes through my mind is the pain. My eyes are closed, and the pain in my head is so severe, I see stars dancing around the inside of my eye lids. I struggle to open my eyes, but I see nothing but darkness through the slits. I go to bring my hand up to my eyes, to make sure my eyes are open, but they stop midway and the sound of clanking chains sounds in my ears. I let out a low groan as the pain starts to cause a pounding feeling inside of my head.

"You've been out for a while" I hear a soft, feminine voice say. I pry my eyes open further, and when I'm sure they are fully open, I turn my head, searching the darkness for the owner of the voice. I tilt my head all the way back, and find the glowing orange light of a candle on a table top across the room. I squint, trying to make out anything else I can, when I come to the silhouette of a person.

"Who…. Who's there…. Where am I?" I ask, clearing my throat to get rid of the roughness in it. I hear more chains clanking, and the squeaking sound of a bed before the voice talks again.

"I'm Sunny, and we're in a cell of some kind."

A cell? What the fuck would I be doing in a cell, am I in jail?

Suddenly, the last moments of when I was conscious come rushing back to me. Me having sex with James, and him hurting me. Me talking to Edward, and him telling me James was the one who took the pictures and showed them to the school. Edward telling me to stay away from him, and asking me where I was so he could come and get me.

Then I remember James coming in, holding a gag in his hand and lowering himself to me as I start to pass out. I should have known something was wrong when I started drinking the juice he had brought me and felt as if I'd drank liquor or something.

I shoot up from the bed, feeling the pain grow worse in my head. I throw myself back on the mattress, the bounce making me feel worse, and then lay down.

"I need to get out of here" I say out loud, not really meaning it to be to anyone, mostly to myself, but I get a response anyway.

"It's no use. Our hands are chained and locked to the wall. Screaming only gets you hit, and starved."

"What the fuck are we doing here?" I ask, but before she can answer me, I hear the creak of a door opening and the dark room suddenly is flooded with light. I squint against the brightness, trying my best to see what's happening. There is someone making their way down the steps. The sound of boots taking heavy steps on the concrete floor echo through the room. The figure of a man stops at the bottom of the stairs and is outlined in light. He stops and I see as he turns his head from me, to across the room. I follow his stare and my eyes fall on my cellmate, Sunny I think she said her name was. She's a pretty girl, must be around my age. Her long blonde hair is matted and there are stray hairs sticking to the side of her face. Her shirt is torn and falls down to her thighs, but I don't see any shorts or pants on her. She's sitting in the middle of an iron bed, her chains are wrapped around the bars of the headboard and attached to her wrists, keeping her there. The footsteps come start again, and I look up to the stairway and watch as the man walks over to me. He leans down and starts to un cuff my hands, and once my left wrist is free, I bring my hand up and start hitting him, screaming for help.

He bends down and for the first time, I see his face. His eyes are a clear blue, the surrounding area is bloodshot, looking like he either hasn't sleep, or he's been doing some heavy drinking and/or drugs. He has a wide nose, taking up most of the space on his face, and his mouth is tiny, a scruffy looking beard of black hairs covering the bottom half of his face.

"You don't want to do that" he says, and then brings his hand up and hits me right in the face. My head turns from the impact, and the stinging pain from his hand causes my face to tingle and then go numb. He reaches over and unhooks the other wrist, and then bends down, situating me on his shoulder and lifting me.

He walks back to the stairs, and climbs them quickly, before shutting the door behind him. Too afraid to look up, I keep my eyes on the ground, watching the tiles go by as he makes his way wherever we're going. I hear other voices as we make our way to another room, I recognize James' voice as well as his father's among the talking and I freeze, rage and fear coursing through me at the same time. Blue eyes guy walks me over to a couch, and tosses me down, and then walks away.

My vision is blocked by the curtain of my hair but I'm afraid to shake it out of the way.

"Isabella…. Show our guests your pretty little face" I hear James' dad say. I raise my head slowly, coming face to face with Alec, James and 3 other men, all sitting around the immense living room. I turn my head away, wanting to look at anything but them. I take in the large vaulted ceilings, the sky lights casting beams of light all over the room, the large staircase to my left. That's when I realize we aren't in James' house anymore.

"Where am I?" I ask, looking up at James, who smirks and picks up a glass filled with an amber colored liquid. He swishes the liquid around the glass, his eyes are on me and I have to look away.

"We had to get out of Forks, I mean, they were going to start a search party…." He puts the glass down, and slowly lifts himself from the chair. He takes a couple of long strides to me and stops right in front of me.

"I couldn't let them get you, baby. You're going to make me rich… well, even more richer than I already am" he says, bringing his fingers up to caress the side of my face, but I fill my mouth quickly with saliva, and spit right into his face. I watch as his face turns red and he reaches in his pocket for a handkerchief. His face spreads into a wide smile as he wipes my spit from his face, and once he's finished he brings his fist out and swiftly punches me in the gut.

I bend over, the sound of my breath leaving me comes out in a whoosh, and I clutch at my stomach.

"Don't ever do that shit again, bitch, or you're fucking dead" James says through clenched teeth as he bends over to look me in the eye. I gets up straight then, and smoothes down the front of his suit. He walks back over to the couch he was sitting on and I watch as he picks up his glass, and downs the remaining liquid quickly, and sets the glass back down on the table.

"As you can see, gentleman, she's a feisty one" he says to the men. I bring my head up, looking at them. One man is fat and balding, he is dressed nicely, though, in a nice black suit and crisp white shirt. His fingers are covered in gold rings, and diamonds…. As are his teeth. The second man is skinny, and looks like if her were to stand up, he'd be almost 7 feet tall. He has long black hair, and a goatee and his eyes are hazel. He's dressed nicely as well, but he's got a dirty look to him. The last man is average size, I guess. His hair his a light brown color, and his eyes are frighteningly green, almost like Edward's, but of course I prefer Edward's. he is dressed simply, in slacks and a button up, the top 2 buttons left undone so that a little dust of chest hair is showing.

They are all looking at me as if I was produce in the fucking store, I wouldn't be surprised if someone came up to me and pinched me. I look around at all of them, before turning my glance to James.

"Of course, she'd be cleaned up before she goes to you. It's just that the trip from Washington was a long one, and we didn't have time to take care of that before."

What the fuck does he mean 'before she goes to you'? I narrow my eyes at him, and his scary smirk pops up again.

"How is she?" The balding man asks, and my eyes shoot to him. He sees me watching him and he darts his disgusting tongue out and drags it across his lower lip. I feel the urge to vomit, and I actually do gag when he does that, but it doesn't hit me until what James says next, why I'm here.

"She's fucking tight. When I fucked her, she was crying out in pain. I'm pretty sure her ass has never been fucked, so that's another plus."

The room starts to spin and I feel like I'm about to pass out. He's trying to fucking sell me, like I'm a fucking toy. I fight the urge to vomit, and I stand up, taking advantage that their deep in discussion, and I run to what I think is the front door. I pass the couches, and right before I can reach the knob on the door, I feel arms wrap around my waist and pull me back. I start to kick and punch, trying anything to hurt my captor so I can run off, but he doesn't even flinch.

I'm carried back through the living room, and James waves at me as I pass him. We continue going until I hear a door creak open, and I turn my head and see that I'm going back down to the underground cell I was in when I woke up. I start to scream and punch harder, but I just get thrown on the bed, while blue eyes from before helps chain me back to the bed.

Once my hands are restrained, I raise my head and take a look at the man who just brought me down here. His hair is jet black, and medium length, and his eyes are a light brown shade. He's dressed all in black, and as they both leave, I hear him talk and notice that he has an accent…. Maybe French?

"What happened?" I hear the girl in the cell ask me. I squint over at her, just barely making out her outline.

"I don't know. There were men out there…. They were asking questions about me…."

"Shit…. I'm sorry, hunny" she says.

"What's happening? What are they going to do with me?" I ask her, the tears staring to pool in my eyes.

"I think they're going to sell you…. " she says, and I start to panic

"No… " is all I can muster up

"What kind of things were they saying?" she asks, and I feel like my throat is going to close up on me. The disgusting things they were saying about me…..

"Horrible things" I answer, and I can see her head as it shakes side to side. "Are they going to do what I think they're going to do to me?" I ask. I hear her sigh from the other side of the room, before she answers a simple, "Yes", that makes my stomach jump up into my chest.

James pulled me into this. He took me, and now he's going to see me as a…. sex slave? Is that what it's called? I start to shake, tears falling down my face.

I'll never see Charlie again…. I'll never see Rose, Alice, Jasper or Emmett again. I'll never see Carlisle and Esme….

The last thought I have is so painful, that I feel my chest tighten as I think it. The feel of the walls of my chest collapsing unto itself, causing me to loose my breath and clutch my heart.

"I'll never see Edward again…."

James POV

"I don't know, James. She seems to be a handful. I want a girl that will submit to me easily, I don't want to have to keep her drugged up all the time, what's the fun in that?" Antonio, the fat fuck says from the couch.

Antonio, Richard and Claude were the 3 highest bidders on the website for Bella. So, once I knew I would have her, I made sure to call them and have them come over to see her.

I always have the clients come by and preview the girls I have for sale, because they're willing to spend more money if they like what they see in person. But the way Bella acted tonight, I wouldn't blame them if they fucking told me to kick rocks, and left.

"How do you gentlemen feel?" Alec asks Richard and Claude.

"I don't mind a fight.." Richard says. Richard is a dirty looking fucker. I think he's originally from Armenia or some shit, but I guess the grunge thing has kind of stuck to him since he's been in the states.

Claude shrugs his shoulders, basically agreeing with Richard and I smile. At least there are still 2 men that are willing to spend an obscene amount of money on a bitch like Bella.

"Well, The auction will be officially over in 48 hours, so she will go to the highest bidder at that time. It was lovely to see you, and I guess we'll see one of you soon" Alec says, standing from his chair. He walks the men out while I stay behind. I contemplate going down and teaching Bella a lesson, but she needs to be kept tight if I want the right price for her.

Alec walks back into the room, and calls for Vincent. Vincent is the other 'agent' I guess you could say. He does what I do, scope out different cities around the country and pick the girls we think would be good for this.

Sometimes the girls we pick aren't what we thought they were, but we take them anyway, sell them to men in different countries to work in brothels or whatever the fuck they want to do with them. Honestly, I don't give a fuck.

"James!!!" Alec's voice knocks me out of my head, and I answer back.

"What is it?"

"Isabella is getting pretty out of control, can you call Laurent to prepare her shot"

I take my phone out of my pocket and dial Laurent, telling him to go and give Bella a shot to knock her ass out.

We have 2 days….. 2 days before we're rid of her and I plan of having her spend those days in a drugged up haze so she doesn't give us any trouble….

There is way too much money I'd be losing out on if the buyers decide they don't want her, and I'll be damned if that happens.