2brown-eyes in the sounding board, and all mistakes are mine.

***This one comes with a CONTENT WARNING! There is abuse in the early chapters, so read at your own risk or msg me for details. It is Mobward, so people will die.

I jerk awake, my heart pounding at the eerie silence that surrounds me. A thump sounds from somewhere in the house, and fear chokes me. Jumping up, I grab my silk robe and tie the knot around my waist before creeping toward my bedroom door.

Another thump sounds, and my steps quicken. I grab the knob and slowly turn, careful not to make a sound. Alarm races through me when Peter, my usual guard, is nowhere to be seen. I plaster myself against the wall and creep into the darkness, headed for my brother's bedroom so I have access to his safe room.

Glass shatters from below, and I freeze, my breaths escaping so loudly I'm terrified they'll give me away to an intruder. Even though there's no confirmation that something is amiss, I feel it deep in my gut, so I hurry down the third-floor staircase and race toward Emmett's room. Light shines from beneath the door, so I charge forward, incapable of anticipating the danger I'm running headlong into.

I come to an abrupt stop.

"Look what we have here." A man dressed in black from the beanie on his head to his large work boots straightens, taking a step my way. "It seems the lovely Isabella Swan herself has decided to make an appearance."

"Run!" Emmett roars from his place on his knees before the man. Two other men dressed much like the talker have him by an arm each, and he's bleeding from a deep cut on his forehead. "Go! Now!"

Terror wraps its icy tentacles around my heart and freezes me in place, so that by the time I turn, it's too late. A firm hand closes around my forearm. "Not so fast, lovely." The voice is smooth and firm, not sinister as I expected. "Now that you've decided to join us, I can't allow you to leave. There's too much fun to be had."

As he leads me further into the room, Emmett struggles against his captors, but it only earns him several punches to his already swollen face. I jump when the door slams shut behind me, realizing at just this precise moment what I've gotten myself into.

I should've let Emmett die alone.

The bastard that he is.

"You'll pay for this, Cullen," he says, lunging again only to be knocked back on his ass.

The man holding my arm laughs. "It feels more like I'm about to get paid." He leers at me, his eyes burning their way down my body. I suddenly regret sleeping in only a baby blue silken teddy. "Isabella will make a lovely gift."

"Don't you touch her, you bastard," Emmett yells, and I find myself intrigued more than terrified for a split second.

Could he possibly treat me any worse?

Though my father and brother would like to think so, I'm not completely oblivious. I recognize the Cullen name, and while I'm shocked to see one in my home, I realize it means my brother and I won't be walking away from this.

And sadly, I'm okay with that.

Every second of my life is dictated by my controlling father. For a brief few months, when he allowed me to attend college, I thought I was free only to realize he was biding his time, searching for the ultimate partnership, and intending to use me as payment.

I'm now engaged to a man more than three times my age and expected to do unthinkable things with him. My life has been nothing but never-ending service to two selfish men who pilfer and plunder and maim and kill, up to and including my own mother. It would be silly of me to think that isn't to be my fate as well.

The Cullen man releases his tight grip, and I use the split second of freedom to try and run. I'm brought to a halt quickly as he encloses his arms around my waist and drags me flush against his hard chest. My breaths are out of control and my heart is thundering against my ribcage as I struggle against his tight grip.

"There there, Isabella," he says softly into my ear. "I promise I won't hurt you. Nothing permanent anyway." One of his hands leaves my waist and travels downward to cup my vagina.

I gasp, my thighs tightening.

"Shh," he croons, his breath caressing my ear. "I won't force you to do anything, but I want your wretched brother to think that's exactly what's about to happen as the life leaves his eyes." He pulls his fingers back and ghosts them over me again, creating a steady, and not wholly unpleasant, rhythm.

I wish I could say I'm terrified of this Cullen man and what he's doing, but I'm too preoccupied with the knowledge of my brother's demise. Knowing that I'll walk away from this while Daddy's favorite pays the price is an enticing prospect.

I nod my head, my lips glued shut.

"Good girl," he murmurs, turning us so my brother can see what's happening.

I push the sensations out of my mind and focus instead on a man who's done nothing but discount me our entire lives. Both of Emmett's eyes are swollen and his head is bleeding profusely, yet he still struggles against the men, and they continue to take turns delivering devastating blows.

He screams at me. "Isabella! Get away from him. Charles Swan is going kill you all!"

Cullen licks my ear, and chills cause me to shiver. His low chuckle follows closely after and he whispers, "You should make it look less enjoyable, Isabella."

Oh god.

I'm so focused on my brother and his impending death that I've failed to react to being manhandled by the Swan family's sworn enemy. Ignoring the tingle down there, I struggle against his hold, pulling my pelvis away and wiggling my shoulders to try and break free. Finally, I lean my head down and send it flying into his chin. It doesn't work, but I never expected it to. Cullen doubles down, laughing as he grips me tighter and runs his lips along my neck.

"Feisty," he murmurs, his eyes on Emmett. "This is going to be so good."

"You whore!" My brother spits a clot of blood onto the floor. "How dare you let him fucking touch you! Father will kill you for this, and you'll deser—" He's cut off by a bullet to the forehead, and he slumps to the ground.

I jump, searching for the source. I'm shocked to find that Cullen has released me and is holstering his gun. I take a step away, fearful for my own life as the reality of Emmett's death stares me in the face. One of the men who was holding him in place spits a giant loogie on his prone form, and the other delivers a few hard kicks to his side.

Their anger is obvious, and it's terrifying.

I slowly back away, hoping to reach the door, but Cullen is on me before the thought has fully solidified. "Not so fast, Isabella," he says, and he's all business now. The man touching me only moments ago is nowhere to be seen. "Your brother has a point. We've killed everyone on the property … except you."

"No." Tears form, and I shake my head. "Please."

For a brief second, his face softens. "We won't be murdering a woman today." He shifts his attention to the other two men, rigid and commanding. "Get him posed and leave our calling card for Chuck."

"I can …" Fear causes my voice to shake. "I'll go back to my room and say I was asleep the entire night."

Cullen returns his attention to me, and I suddenly wish I'd never spoken. His dark green eyes are piercing as he ponders my fate. "Sorry, lovely, but I don't think that's enough to save you from your father."

I shrink back from his words because they're true. My father will blame me for my brother's death.

Can this stranger really know my father, my life, so well?

Before I have time to ask, he draws his fist back and slams it into my face.

Blackness surrounds me.

I make no promises on how long this will stay on FF.

It's an OF (original fiction), but I can't help myself from putting it into the Twiverse, so for now, here it is. It's unbeta'd (no I don't need one cause I'm good like that) (not really but someone will surely say it along the way, so preemptively, go fuck yourself), and it will post bi-weekly for now. IF I slay on chapters, it may speed up, BUT I'm ALSO writing a Christmas Drabble that I hope to start posting later in the month that'll be daily(ish).

Can't wait to hear your thoughts!

See you in 2 weeks :)