Hello Friends! I just want to thank everyone for all your wonderful reviews! I'm so happy that people are enjoying this story!
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Anyways, this is the last "Set Up" chapter, everything after this will be dark and twisted as hell. So this is the last warning.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
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I have to find a way out of this insane house. No rules, my ass! There are rules, it's whatever the fuck he want them to be. Pretty soon, it's going to be my leg cut open and flayed like a goddamn Christmas turkey. Fuck that, I'd sooner slit my wrists than give him the satisfaction of terrorizing me to death, literally.
My hands run over the wall. Surely there has to be some kind of latch here! Both the psycho and the tongueless girl use this hidden door. My fingers trace the wall, but there's no seem. Fuck. It's probably chipped or something.
Like a damn dog door.
A laugh escapes my lips. And another. Jesus, why not put a damn collar on me? Let's complete the fantasy. Will he leash me as well? Take me on walks. I'm crying, and laughing. What the hell is wrong with me. My knees collapse, laughter bubbling up and erupting, and I'm laughing so hard I clench my abdomen.
You're having an involuntary, biological response to trauma. I laugh harder.
Stop.
Stop.
I bite my tongue, hard. A bitter taste and fluid flood my mouth. Jesus. Get a hold of yourself! I stand up, my legs are shaky, but I can walk. Images of me crawling across the floor seep into my vision. It makes my skin crawl.
The wall opens, tongueless girl limps in, carrying a tray of food. Her face is twisted in pain with every step she takes towards the bed. Her arm and leg are bandaged. She places the tray on the floor near the foot of the bed. She hobbles over to the side and starts stripping the sheets and comforter, not giving me so much a second glance.
My lip curls upward. Stupid girl. I walk to the tray of food and pick up the plate. My eyes flit to her working form. She's engrossed in removing the bedding. Holding the plate of food in my hand, I pop a strawberry in my mouth. I'm so fucking hungry. Focus. You can eat when you're out of here.
My fingers flex the porcelain plate. You have one shot at this. My eyes rake over her injured leg. She shouldn't be too difficult. I throw the plate down watching it shatter to pieces and pick up a shard.
She flinches and turns around. Here eyes go wide as she looks at the shard in my hand, and starts to back away from me.
"Look, the way I see it," I say as I back her into the wall. "You don't really want to be here anymore than me," I continue then force my forearm to her chest and hold the shard against her throat. "So let's just make this easy for both of us. Open the damn door and we'll leave together, OK?"
Her eyes tear up as her body shakes.
For godssake, is this woman only capable of crying?
"I don't want to hurt you," I whisper. "But I will if I have to. So do us a both a favor and get us the fuck out of here."
She whimpers. Her eyes widen again and she starts thrashing against me.
Goddammit! Fine, you want it this way? Your fucking choice. I push against her harder, ignoring her moans as I press the shard into the flesh of her neck. Droplets of blood ooze from the cut and run down her pale skin.
Something in her gaze, wild and frightened catches my attention. She's not staring at me. She staring at something else. Hairs on my neck rise. I turn my head and he's here, leaning against the opened wall, arms folded across his chest. His body stance is relaxed. He's watching me, smirking even.
Shit.
"Well don't stop on my account Pet," he says.
His eyes rake up and down my body.
I shudder.
The girl wails.
My lip curls. Jesus, I can see why he cut her tongue out.
I grab her roughly and swivel her around, stepping behind her while holding the shard against her neck.
"As fun as this has been," I say, sneering at him. "Our little play date is over."
His eyes darken and he pushes off the wall and walks towards me.
My heart thunders in my chest, my hand poised at her neck doesn't waver. Fuck him and fuck this.
He reaches us, staring down at me with a dark, intense gaze. His lips stretch to a feral and predatory smile. His white teeth glint at me, before stepping to the side and pointing to the open wall.
"By all means Pet, slit her throat and I'll let you walk right of the door," he says.
My heart beats louder, thudding against my chest. Liar. There's no fucking way he'd just let me leave. This is another one of his 'choices', part of his fucked up game.
"You mean this door," I say, still not moving the shard from her throat. "I kill her and then what? I walk out this door only for you to throw me over your shoulder and saw my legs off for trying to leave?" My voice is scathing.
He smiles even more.
Bastard.
"Oh Pet, I'd never do that. Your legs are far too beautiful to remove from your person," He says.
The shard digs into her flesh harder, blood now oozing freely. His eyes flash to the mess I'm making. He shifts as his arousal grows beneath his pants.
I sneer. So predictable. He's enjoying this. I drop the shard and shove her hard to him, watching her stumble into him then crashing onto the floor with a moan. I nearly smile.
His eyes fall some, and his lips curl.
"How disappointing," he says. Wiping the front of his suit off, he looks at the maid. "Clean up this mess and get back to your duties," he snaps.
She scrambles up and cleans up the shattered plate before hobbling from the room holding a hand to her neck, sobbing as she leaves.
"Maybe I'll just kill you instead," I say gripping the shard.
His eyes light up.
"And just when I was worried you'd lost your fire," he says walking to me.
His steps are deliberate, his sharp eyes peering straight into my own.
My chest tightens, my fingers grasp the shard to hard it cuts into my palm. Don't back down.
He reaches me and stares.
The silence stretches.
What does he want? My fingers begin to shake. Disgust rolls through me. Stop. Stop letting him intimidate you!
His hand shoots out and wraps around my neck his other grabs my wrist as I try to plunge it in his abdomen. I'm being propelled into the wall. His body presses against mine. He holds the shard against his shirt.
"You want to see me bleed?" He whispers, his mouth hovering over mine.
"Yes," I hiss pushing the shard against him, struggling against his hold on my wrist.
A tiny prick and little drops of blood spread against his white shirt. It's satisfying.
His arousal presses into me, a little groan escapes his lips. His mouth moves to my ear.
"It's going to be a bittersweet affair when I burn your, dead, broken, mutilated body," he whispers.
A chill runs down my spine.
"I might even miss you," he chuckles.
My breath hitches. My arms struggle against him. No! I'm not dying here. I refuse to die here, not like this!
Laughter reverberates off the walls, his body shaking, head thrown back. His hands push me harder against the wall. His mouth is right above my own.
"Fuck you," I hiss.
His eyes narrow. "Yes."
Lips, hard and soft assault mine.
My body goes numb.
He's off me. I go slack.
"Unfortunately, I don't have the time right now. We'll play later Pet," he says, patting my head.
I want to vomit. I want to wash my mouth with bleach.
"You're disgusting," I say.
He shrugs. "You say that as if I should care. I know who I am, no point in trying to fight against it, maybe you should do the same." He tears the shard from my hands, scraping the skin and leaves.
Something uncomfortable churns in my gut. I'm going to be sick. I lean over and vomit on the floor. My body staggers back to the wall and slides down. I have to get out of here. I have to get out before I lose my damn mind or my head.
Well, Bella isn't going to make things easy on him. And poor Rosalie, she just gets shit on by both sides. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this one!
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