Sorry for the delay Everyone. I've been sick as a dog the past couple of days. I don't think it's Coronavirus (hopefully) but writing is a little difficult. No joke, yesterday I stared at the blank screen for nearly two hours. Anyways, we're getting towards the end here! There's only a couple of chapters left!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

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I stare at the tray in front of me and frown. The brown, sludgy, whatever the hell this is, just mocks me. Jesus, four days of starving myself and now he's punishing me by feeding me dog shit. Okay, it's not dog shit, but it smells funky. I lean forward and sniff the substance in the heavy, metal bowl.

Gross.

My stomach rumbles.

He's such a bastard, getting his panties in a twist all because I injured his manhood. It's not as if he hasn't completely disrupted my routine or anything.

My stomach rumbles again.

Fuck. I'm going to have to eat this nasty mess.

I crawl forward and pick up the bowl. There's no spoon. Of course there isn't. I'm a pet, pets don't use utensils.

When I kill him, I'm going to draw it out painfully.

I bring the bowl closer to my mouth, gagging as texture slides down my throat. It's disgusting. I empty half the bowl. I'm not torturing myself anymore than what's strictly necessary. This cage situation is getting old. I want a bed again. And a fucking shower.

I sniff my armpits.

I really need a fucking shower.

My over sized shirt smells too.

The whole room smells thanks to the bucket filled with my bodily fluids.

My eyes scan my surroundings. Jasper should be here soon. He always comes to check to make sure I've eaten. Since being thrown in the cage, he's been more open and attentive with me. But he needs a big, final push. Something that will get his attention. The fact that Edward hasn't hurt me recently isn't really helping my cause. It just keeps Jasper comfortable. That needs to change.

I eye the metal bowl.

Well, nothing like a little injury won't fix.

I pick up the bowl and dump it into the bucket. He'll probably just think I vomited. I scoot back to the far edge of the cage, holding the bowl above my leg. I bring it down hard and wince.

I bring it down again.

And again.

And again.

The skin, red, inflamed, sore and broken makes me smile. That should do the trick. I carefully drag my leg behind me, droplets of blood splatter on the floor as I put the bowl back on the tray. Edward doesn't have camera's down here. Jasper let that information leak by accident. I'm going to take full advantage of that.

I fall back against the bars and close my eyes. It's not as if I can do anything else.

It feels like hours as I draw little circles on the floor with my finger. The door to the basement opens. I curl up on the ground forcing myself to cry. Jasper's footsteps get louder as he comes down the stairs. His blond hair comes into view through my tear, streaked gaze.

He rushes up to the cage, face etched with worry.

"Bella!" He gasps as he looks at my freshly injured leg- now purple and swollen. "What happened?"

I just sniffle some more, crying a little harder.

"All he does is hurt me," I whimper out.

Jasper unlocks the cage and immediately crouches down beside me.

My eyes flit to the stairs.

No. Not yet. I need him. I don't know this property. Edward could be standing outside the door for all I know. I need more intel at least.

I feel his shaky hands on my injured leg.

"Oh Bella," he whispers and I cry a little more.

"I just want to go home," I say with a sniffle.

My sniffles soon turn into full blown sobs. Jasper immediately pulls me into his arms, rocking me back and forth.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers. "I'm, so so sorry," he repeats as his arms tighten around me.

I cling onto him as if he's going to disappear.

"Why is he doing this to us?" I continue to wail. "I just don't understand-

"He's pure evil," Jasper cuts in. "That's why. God Bella, I'm so sorry. It's my fault too."

I sob harder.

He's breaking. I just need to push him a little further.

My hands grasp the back of his neck and pull myself further into his arms.

"You're so good, you're nothing like him," I whimper out.

His grip tightens. "You're wrong," he whispers. "I'm just as evil. You're being hurt and I'm so afraid."

His voice is laced with absolute self loathing.

Good. I can use that.

I lean away from him, bringing my hand to his cheek.

"No, you're just as much a prisoner here as I am," I say and he closes his eyes at my touch. "Sometimes I imagine us far away. Far from all this darkness," I whisper back.

His eyes open, blue and wide.

"Bella, I-

My eyes flit down to his hands. They're red, inflamed and puffy. Suddenly everything just falls into place. And I swear to god, if this is what I think it is-

"Where did you get those burns?" I interrupt.

His eyes flicker with confusion before following my gaze to his hands.

"I'm in charge of the gardening. I accidentally touched a plant that I'm allergic to," he mumbles.

But it's more than that. Suddenly I'm smiling, like a happy fool.

I grab his face and force him to look at me. "Jasper, what do the flowers look like?"

"I don't know, it's white with a little purple in the middle," he says with a frown. "Why?"

I'm grinning like an idiot. "That's Jimson Weed!"

He just blinks at me. "Okay, I mean why is this so important?"

Why?

Dear god. I'm surrounded by idiots.

"Because Jasper," I begin with a wide smile. "Jimson Weed is highly poisonous."

He stares at me, his eyes slowly widening.

Yeah, you're getting this aren't you Love?

"If he ingest it, it might kill him. If nothing else, it'll give us enough time to finish him off and get out of here!" I whisper enthusiastically.

Suddenly his eyes wide with absolute terror.

He shakes his head violently. "No Bella, no, he'll just-

"Torture us, kill us?" I interrupt and then take cradle his face. "He's already hurting us, and he's going to kill me anyways. We have to at least try."

But I'm losing him. He's so fucking terrified he can't even fathom fighting back. Shit. I have to do something, anything!

I kiss him.

His body goes slack.

His lips are cracked, dry and not moving.

Fuck, maybe I read him wrong.

His arms tighten around me. He slowly starts responding. My fingers move to the back of his head, pulling him closer to me.

This kiss is empty. There's no thrill.

Apparently for him it's everything. He's clinging onto me like a lifeline. His lips are fumbling, inexperienced and suddenly it dawns on me.

Jasper's probably never kissed anyone.

I extract my lips from him. "We can do this Jasper. Just think, the two of us together. We could be happy. We owe it to ourselves to at least try. If I'm going to die, I want to at least know I did everything I could."

His eyes are still wide with fear, but there's something else. He's cracked. I've got him.

His gaze falls on my mouth again.

"Okay, what do I do with it?" He whispers.

"Steep the leaves in his tea, it will only take a few minutes before it kicks in," I whisper back.

Suddenly his eyes grow excited. "Tomorrow, he's planning on letting you out tomorrow. He's already talked about forcing you to eat with us!" He then looks back towards the stairs. "I need to go, or else he'll come looking for me."

I capture his lips once again. "Just imagine, we could be free this time tomorrow."

He smiles against my mouth. He lingers for a moment then lets me go to pick up the tray.

As he walks away, my smile widens.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, Edward is going to regret the day he ever laid eyes on me.

Hmmm, will Edward finally get what's coming to him? And will Jasper follow through?

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