"You heard them, Bella. They'll return soon, so let's hustle along." Carlisle grasps her elbow and pulls her across the room with him. They go back the way they came, Caius again keeping pace behind them.
Her mind is spinning a million miles an hour. She's certain if she doesn't find a way out before they return, she will never get home. She's thinking and thinking, but no ideas come to her.
When they arrive at the doorway to her room, Carlisle turns to Caius. "I'll take care of her. Get everyone else ready to close down and clear out. I don't want any delays once this deal is done."
"Yes, boss," Caius replies, going the other way down the hall and turning right, disappearing. When he's gone, Carlisle shoves Bella into the room, turning to the lock the door behind them.
He leads her to the bed and turns her, so she's facing away from him. "I'm sorry that Marcus doesn't like this," he says, fingering the collar. "I think, if he gave it a chance, he'd see the advantages of it, but it's his choice."
He unfastens the collar and removes it, tossing it onto the bed beside them. Then he reaches in front of her, and his hands start roaming, stroking every part of her that he can reach. "I feel like there's so much we weren't able to do, lovely Bella. In fact, as wonderful as it was fucking you every way I did, there's one thing I never got around to."
His hand slides over her ass, fingers finding their way between her cheeks before he forcefully pushes one inside her ass. She grunts at the unexpected and painful intrusion.
"What do you say, Bella. Shall we try to squeeze in a quick butt fuck before you leave?"
"No, Carlisle. Please don't," she murmurs, horrified at the prospect.
"Shhh, shhh," he says. "It will be okay." She can tell he's working to undo his pants, and just a moment later, she feels his hardened cock pressing against her ass. He bends her forward, so her face and chest are pressed against the bed.
"Unfortunately, I don't have any lube handy, but it won't make much difference to me," he says.
"Carlisle!" she exclaims pleadingly. "You don't have to do this. Please don't. Please don't hurt me like that."
"Shhh, shhh," he says again as he rests his torso on her back. She's trapped between him and the bed. He shifts his hips back, and she feels him using a hand to position his dick. Then, he's right there, the head of his dick pushing against her hole. It burns, but he just keeps pushing. With a particularly forceful thrust, he breeches her entrance and pushes further inside. She screams at the pain of the unlubricated intrusion.
It's the final straw. The last time she will take this abuse without fighting back. She realizes that Caius – the one man who truly terrifies her – is elsewhere, and Carlisle has removed her collar. He's not a huge man. She might be able to take him.
He groans as he thrusts again, going deeper, his chest pressed against her back. It burns and stings, and she feels like she's being ripped apart, but she grits her teeth, drops her head, and takes a deep breath. Then, suddenly, she whips her head back as hard as she can, catching Carlisle at the bridge of the nose with a satisfying crack. Blood starts flowing immediately.
"What—" before he can say anything further, she does it a second time, catching his chin. The force makes him bite his tongue, and he steps back, dick pulling out of her, both his hands coming to his face.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He yells, but she has spun around and punches him in the throat, following it up with a kick to the groin, just like Charlie taught her. He's disabled on the floor near the foot of the bed, and she quickly takes one of his arms and secures the restraint around his wrist. He's moaning in pain, but not yet able to really resist her. She grabs his other wrist and pulls him around, so his back is against the foot of the bed. She stretches his arm up and is able to get the other restraint fastened around that wrist. She gets a washcloth from the bathroom and forces it into his mouth.
His hips are still writhing from the pain in his groin, and he's struggling to breathe with a broken nose and a bruised windpipe. She's about to tear out of the room when she remembers one other thing. She grabs the collar off the bed and quickly searches his trouser pockets for the remote. Once she has it, she looks him in the eye.
"You're one sick son of a bitch, and I will never regret this." With that, she takes the collar – the one he so patiently showed her how to adjust – and she wraps it around his shrunken, limp dick. As soon as he realizes what she's doing, he tries to scream, but hardly a sound makes it past the fabric in his mouth. She slides the buckle, so the collar is snug around his vile member. There's a good length left unused, so she threads it around and under his balls, bringing the tail end over the top of his sac.
Standing, she hurries to the dresser and opens a drawer. Balancing the remote just inside the edge of the drawer, she closes it slowly, so the drawer is holding the remote in place, as it sticks out a bit. The drawer edge is directly against the button.
"Let's see how this works." With that, she pushes the drawer hard enough for it to depress the button, and he immediately starts screaming in agony.
"Go to Hell, you mother fucking psycho!" she spits out.
She turns to the door, unlocking it as quietly as she can before cracking it open and peeking out into the hallway. There's no one there, so, without even a glance back at the monster who she once thought of as a father figure, she slips out, closing the door behind her and heading down the hall the way Caius went earlier.
She saw him turn down the first hallway to the right, so she carefully looks around the corner and scoots across the opening to continue straight. Her goal is to get as far away from people as possible and find a way out of the building.
She hears voices, but they aren't close. After checking that it's clear, she takes the next left. She'll continue straight if she can, hoping to get to an outer wall, and if she's lucky, a door to the outside or a stairway. The ceiling lights are off, so there's only ambient light coming from behind her. She's jogging as best she can even though her ass still burns. In the low light, she's ignoring her nakedness but trying to be alert to dangers on the floor that could slow her down in her bare feet. She's running past windowless doors when she spots a hand-held fire extinguisher hanging on the wall. She grabs it, carrying it with both hands and pulling the safety pin as she goes.
Suddenly, she hears louder voices behind her. They are yelling and urgent. Then, the ceiling lights flicker on.
She pushes herself to run faster. With the lights on, she can see the end of the hallway "Please, please, please, let there be something!" she pleads to the empty hallway. She can tell the hallway ends as it intersects with another one running perpendicular. If she can just make it around the corner, she might be able to hide from whomever is pursuing her.
She's close to the corner, deciding to run to the right for no other reason than because it should take her farther from where she was held captive. She's not more than ten paces away when the heel of her foot lands on something sharp. She doesn't waste time trying to determine what it is, but the pain still makes her stumble. And then she's falling, trying to hold on to the fire extinguisher with one hand while the other breaks her fall. She goes down hard, the bottom edge of the canister knocking the wind out of her and leaving a bruise on her sternum where the two connect as she lands.
Then there is a hand on her ankle, pulling her back, and she starts kicking furiously.
"Oh no, you're not getting away from Big D," she hears Demetri grumble.
Doing the only thing she can think of, she rolls quickly onto her back, bringing the canister with her and pointing the hose at his head, squeezing the lever as she rolls and hitting him directly in the face, eyes wide and mouth agape, as the coolant foam sprays him, making him drop her foot as he tries frantically to get the chemical off while cursing her.
As soon as her ankle is free, she's scrambling to her feet. Fueled by rage at her circumstances and all those who have abused her, she swings the can as hard as she can, barely registering the sickening thud as it connects to his head. His body goes limp, but before he even slumps to the floor, she's running again toward the end of the hall.
There are more people coming down the hall, and as she turns the corner, she dares to glance back. The sight behind her simultaneously fills her stomach with icy dread and fuels her with determination. Caius is at the front of the small army coming after her, eating up the distance between them with each of his massive treads. He's carrying his knife, and it's open and as ferocious looking as it was the last time she saw it.
She drops the extinguisher as she skids around the corner, and the sight before her almost takes her breath away.
There's a large metal door, a push bar bisecting it from side to side and - she almost can't believe it – a small square window framing fluffy white clouds in a bright blue sky.
She smiles, and she knows tears are streaming down her cheeks. She's so close to getting out. She's done it. She's found a way out of this nightmare. She can taste her freedom.
She runs full speed into the door, pressing the bar with all her strength. It's heavier than she anticipated with hinges resistant from infrequent use. It opens a few inches. She takes a breath and grunts as she again pushes.
That's when she feels a hand at her back, trying to find purchase around her arm. But it's also the moment the door gives way, opening enough for her to slip through.
She doesn't hesitate, pushing into the outside air and running again, now across a beaten down parking lot.
She hears Caius behind her, struggling to open the door wide enough for him to pass, but she doesn't turn around. Ahead are a small group of cars. She thinks if she can reach them, she can get to safety.
Her vision blocks out everything but her goal. She's running faster now, ignoring the painful stones biting into her feet. She's almost there. So close.
The next moment, she's falling, and she doesn't even know why. She's hitting the asphalt hard, hands skidding, knees grinding, head bouncing. Once. Twice. She's dazed, but soon enough, she realizes why she fell. The pain is excruciating in her lower back to the right of her spine. Achingly, she brings her hand around to figure out why. As she does, she opens her eyes, realizing she's facing the building from which she just escaped. She sees Caius, taking a step toward her, all arrogant, a smile on his lips, his hand empty.
Though her vision is blurry, her thought is clear. "His knife. He threw his knife. And now I'm never going to get home."
It's the last thing she thinks as she lies there in an abandoned parking lot, naked, broken, bleeding, a knife sticking out of her back.
A/N: So...that happened. What did you think?
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