Hello Everyone! Happy Friday! I hope you guys had an awesome week. I know with this COVID 19 mess, things are a little strained. So I hope all of you and your loved ones are safe!
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this one!
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My hands skim down the comforter as I count the threads. My throat is still sore as fuck and I'm pretty sure my nose is broken. Asshole. I stretch out my legs, grateful that the restraints only come on at night. My whole body is wired. I hate it.
No use in over analyzing it though, it is what it is. Arousal or not, I'm still going to sink a knife through his neck the first opportunity I get. I'm done being the fucking doormat for everyone. Mike, Dalton, even my fucking parents. Especially my parents.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
My mother's condescending voice is in my hear. I hate it.
"I just can't do this anymore, Bella."
Images of my sister slam into me. My chest tightens and my breath quickens. I'm going to have a panic attack. I grasp the comforter in my hands. Breathe Bella, just breathe.
The door opens and Jasper enters holding a box in his hands. Maybe it's Mike's head.
He places the box in front of me and I carefully open it.
It's not Mike's head. Well a girl can dream right?
The dress is black and there's a note laying on top. I carefully pick it up.
Get dressed. Dinner will be at 7. If you misbehave, you'll go without meals for a week.
My lip curls even more. I pick up the dress and hold it up. It's risque and exactly my size. I should play nice, but I'm too pissed off.
I really shouldn't.
Jasper looks at me as he wrings his hands.
I really shouldn't.
Jasper glances at me.
But I really want to.
Carefully I place the dress back to the box, pick it up and look up around the room. I know there's a camera in here. He's always watching me.
"If this is your way of asking me out on a date," I start, my voice loud.
Jasper's eyes widen in horror. "Bella are you nuts-
"Let me tell you, it sucks." I finish and drop the box on the floor.
My heart rate accelerates with anticipation. This is so fucking stupid, but I'm not just some dog that comes when called.
"How unfortunate," Edward's voice speaks into the room from some unknown speaker. "And to think, I was going to let you out for a bit."
My head snaps up. Let me out? I was going to get out of this room? Oh shit!
I hold my hands up and let out a laugh. "I suddenly just had a change of heart."
Laughter floods through the room, dark and borderline hysterical. He really is fucking nuts.
"Put the dress on," he demands.
My spine tightens. It's not as if he's not seen me naked, the psycho already finger fucked me. This is different though. It's meant to humiliate me. Well fuck that. If he wants a show, he'll get a fucking show. Maybe if I play this right I can get Jasper's attention, make him more than just sympathetic to me.
I blink my eyes, forcing my eyes to burn. My hands shake as I look at Jasper. His go wide as I start to cry softly, his blue eyes softening at my devastated and scared expression. My fingers toy with my over sized shirt as I fumble with the hemline. Slowly pulling it over my head and revealing my naked torso, Jasper's eyes fall to my chest with a look of horror, fear and lust at my exposed, badly bruised nipples.
"Will you please hand me the dress," I say softly.
Jasper nods and stumbles towards the box. His hands fumble with the dress as he stretches it out towards me. I grab it from him and slowly pull it up my body. I turn and look over my shoulder.
"I can't reach the zipper," I whisper, my voice breaking.
Jasper lets out a shaky breath.
Edward is probably jacking off by my submissive, humiliated display.
Good. It'll make slicing his neck open all the more appetizing.
Jasper stumbles towards me, his fingers fumble with the zipper and I casually step back into him. Something rubs against my ass. Ah, there it is. Seducing Jasper shouldn't be too difficult. He hisses as he zips me up. I grab his forearm before he can step away and turn into him. His eyes lower in shame, clearly embarrassed at his body's reaction to my half naked body.
"I shouldn't have goaded him" I whisper, fear leaking into my tone. "What is he going to do to me!"
Jasper's eyes flash. It's so brief I almost missed it, but it was there- pure hatred. His hands grasps my arms tightly as if I might be torn away from him.
"Just do what he says," he whispers back. "Just do what he says and maybe-
He breaks eye contact. We both know my compliance means absolutely nothing.
"Well, isn't this just cute," Edward's voice speaks into the room. "Why don't you two lovebirds hurry down."
My lip curls.
It'll be even more cute when I feed you your intestines.
Jasper grabs my hand, clearly still freaked out by what just happened, and leads me towards the hidden door. He pulls out a tie from his back pocket.
"Sorry Bella, but you have to wear this. It's only until we get to the dining room, then you can take it off," he says before putting it over my eyes.
Fuck.
I let him lead me and begin trying to count steps in my head, but it's pointless. After a few minutes, hands rest on either side of my face, breath tickles my ear.
"That dress is stunning on you," Edward whispers against my ear and I shiver. "It'll look even better when I rip it off your cut up, bloody body."
My breath catches in my throat as his tongue plunges into my ear, a chuckle escapes his lips. Suddenly he yanks me by the neck and forces me over something solid and cool. Something clatters to the floor as he restrains my wrists to what I guess is the table below me.
His hands rest on the back of my thighs before he bunches the dress up over my ass. He lets out an appreciate noise before something cold rests against my skin. He drags it up my leg and I whimper as my skin slices.
The knife then rests between my ass cheeks. My breath hitches and my body goes rigid. Surely he's not-
He chuckles. Sudden my underwear slices in half. Cold wind hits my exposed ass and I grit my teeth.
"I just want you to know Pet, this will hurt me more than you," he says in mock sympathy as he rubs my ass cheek.
I swear to god, if he even tries to put his dick anywhere near that area I am going to flay him alive.
A bitter laugh escapes my mouth before I can stop it. "Oh, I'm sure it will." I snap.
Smack.
His hand comes down so hard it pushes me into the table below me, my pelvis jarring against the solid material and I hiss.
Smack.
The stinging sensation of his hand erupts goosebumps down my arms and legs.
Smack.
The pain the blossoms out is severe and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming. Unfortunately, there's another sensation building to my horror and humiliation and that won't be as easy to control.
Stop freaking out Bella. Your clit is being rubbed against the table. Nothing more nothing less.
"Why don't you count Pet," he whispers in my ear as he presses himself against me.
Not going to happen.
"Fuck you," I spit out.
He chuckles. "Have it your way."
The sound of his belt coming off makes my skin crawl and pussy clench. I'm going to murder him. I'm going to take that knife and peel his skin off inch by inch. I'm going to-
Smack.
The buckle hits my thigh and I scream.
Smack.
Too much! My legs shake.
Smack.
I'm thrashing against the table, screaming. I feel my skin tearing off with each swing.
I will not beg him.
Smack.
I feel blood running freely down my legs. He groans behind me as I sob violently.
I will not beg him.
Smack.
I scream again.
Suddenly something wet is against my wounds, licking and lapping. Sobs wrack through my body.
I hate him.
I really fucking hate him.
"You're enjoying this aren't you? You really are quite the slut," he chuckles.
My legs are on fire, my fingernails buried deep in my palms. I hate him.
"You talk too much," I sneer instead.
He slams my head against the table and pulls my blind fold off. Jasper is sitting right in front of us, his face twisted in agony.
"You know Pet," he whispers while unzipping his pants.
He slides his dick between my legs. "This is what you want isn't it?"
Suddenly my arousal is gone. Fucking prick.
"Or maybe," he says with a chuckle as he slides his dick up my ass crack. "This is what you want."
My spine tightens and I begin to struggle against him.
He presses the tip of dick between my cheeks and I start hyperventilating. "I think, you really want me to tear this ass up."
I want to scream. I want to fight him. But doing that will only egg him on, further cement his position. Jasper looks down, curling his hand around his fork. Stab him. Do something. Do anything.
"Don't you dare look away Jasper," he commands coldly.
Jasper looks at me with sadness in his eyes. My own eyes harden. So fucking weak. Everyone is so fucking weak.
I will my body to relax and look back towards Edward. His eyes are wild, dark and insane.
"Not that I'm not enjoying this," I start with a sneer. "But you promised me dinner. And no, dinner does not constitute your dick in my mouth or ass."
Jasper gasps and drops his fork. I turn my head and look at Edward over my shoulder, glaring at him.
This is risky. Edward's dick is practically in my ass and I'm taunting him. He could quite literally fuck me to death.
Suddenly a grin erupts across his face and he steps away, stuffing his dick back in his pants.
"Of course Pet," he says as if nothing just transpired between us. He releases my wrists from the table and pushes me down into the chair, restraining my legs.
My eyes rake over the food in front of me. It smells delicious and my mouth waters. I grab a fork and bring a piece to my mouth. Immediately I frown a little. It's so salty. It's like he dumped the entire container of salt all over the meat.
Goddammit! I'm so fucking hungry! I deserve a good meal with all that skin slashing and ass wrecking I just endured.
Edward's mouth widens as he picks up his wine glass.
His smile is creepy as fuck. I watch as Jasper eats, looking for any sign that his meal is drowning in salt. If it is, he doesn't let on.
I poke at the meat and decide to try the asparagus. It melts in my mouth. Thank god. The door opens and Rosalie is being wheeled in on a cot groaning. Jesus. Way to ruin the mood. And what the fuck is going on with her anyways?
She turns her head to the side and moans.
Edward stands up, tossing his napkin beside his plate and walks to her and the other man who wheeled her in.
Just how many people are here? And why the fuck is no one jumping his psycho ass?
He rests his hand on top of hers.
"Shhh now," he whispers in a way that sounds loving. I shudder. "Everything is going to be okay now."
He lifts up the blanket and moves it. Immediately my fork freezes in midair. The bed is stained red. Her leg-
Her fucking leg.
He cut off her fucking leg!
My eyes drop to my plate. Salty meat. I'm going to be sick. Oh fuck I'm going to be sick!
His eyes are hard on me, his gaze wild and excited.
"Something wrong Bella," he purrs at me.
He wanted to make sure I noticed.
I want to stab his eyes out with this fucking fork.
Two can play this game you fucking psychopath.
I raise my eyebrow and look at her. "No tongue and now no leg. What a worthless maid," I sneer before stabbing a piece of meat, looking him straight in the eye and putting it in my mouth.
His eyes widen in shock but quickly turn dark as I continue make a show of chewing. His nostrils flare as I swallow the bite.
"Perhaps little miss, worthless maid is hungry," I say and her eyes widen in total horror as I hold another piece of meet in the air with my fork. "What do you say Rosie, want a bite?"
Rosalie thrashes against the bed, unnatural sounds erupting from her mouth and I cringe. So fucking annoying.
Suddenly Edward lets our a roar of laughter and pushes a screaming, thrashing, now legless Rosalie into the man and goes back to his seat. The man wheels her out, her screams echoing down the hallway.
Edward picks up his wine glass and throws back a drink. "Oh Pet, aren't you just full of surprises."
I fold my hands on the table in front of me and lean forward.
"Oh Edward, you have no fucking idea."
Poor Rosalie, she really does get the worst of it. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Please review and let me know your thoughts!