Author's Note:
The violence, graphic images start a little bit in this chapter. It is rated M for a reason. This is not a terrible chapter in that regard, but it beings the trend that will be continued in the next couple of chapters. It is used for the story, to enhance it. I try to make sure violence, sex, language, etc. are not used just for the sake of using it. They will add something to the story. If they do not, call me out on it. Let me know your feelings. If it is too much, let me know. I will write for the audience. As always, let me know your thoughts, feelings, etc.
My personal disclaimer: You might think that I am a horrible person for writing the scenes that follow. However, in truth, I am not. This is completely opposite from my writing, so I am completely ignoring that idea of write what you know. Again, I am not Stephenie Meyer. I did not write Host or anything. If I did, I would let you know the juicy secrets of the next novel or at least give you a tid bit of Breaking Dawn. So to tide us over till August, here is the next installment of My Happy Ending.
Quote of the Chapter: "Damaged people are dangerous. They know that they can survive."
Song: I am not sure of what song would work best for this chapter. A song that I think reflects some of the feelings is "Broken by Seether." If you youtube it (it is now a verb in my book), you will get a wonderful version. I love that song.
The chapter title reflects the chapter quite well in my mind. Let me know if you like the titles of the chapters. Please, review.
As always, enjoy.
Twirl
"Damn Those Virtures"
The flowers on the pews glistened in the glimmer of the sun. Each bouquet was perfectly done: Alice did a magnificent job. The aisle was coated in red rose petals, and down the walkway stood my almost husband, the love of my existence. Even though each string of ribbon, even though every hair was in place, none of that mattered. All that mattered was that Edward stood there, and I was going to become Mrs. Edward Cullen.
I drifted down the aisle looking upon the audience members. There sat my friends and family in the seats. They had smiles upon their teary-eyed faces. I was happy that they came…yet again to me all that mattered was him. He was all the mattered. His perfect face, his smile, him… my Edward.
My Edward… As I neared the altar, I felt a tugging backwards. I looked around to see who it was, and felt myself falling backwards…backwards into reality…
To my horror, I realized that it was simply a dream. I awoke from happiness to land myself in a nightmare. As I fully awoke, I realized the impendent of the situation I was faced. The last known memory was being drugged in a moving van. Positive thinking, I told myself. At least I am alive; at least there is another chance. That is something there, right?
I felt myself upon a hard bed. I was still in my clothes from yesterday, or at least I felt I was in them. My eyes were blindfolded with a similar cloth that still restricted my mouth, my only way of calling out for help. I struggled to get my hands to my sides, yet I realized they were also restricted. The cold mental of the handcuffs were present around my wrists. However this time, each wrist was in a separate hand cuff forming a "V." I guessed upon my slim knowledge of kidnappings in movies that they were tied to each bed post. The only thing that was free was my legs. Yet, there was nothing I could do. As I was realizing my current predicament, I heard the mumble of voices in the distance. I did not know what to do, yet maybe…perhaps… just listening, pretending I was still asleep or knocked out would help. At least, it did not fell like they raped me yet, so as long as I was unconscious I would be safe. And maybe, I would find more things about my kidnappers and where I was.
"How much longer should she be asleep?" A voice sounded; it reminded me of the leader.
"Um… I am not sure. She seemed especially feisty, so we gave her more than usual." The burly guy that restricted me earlier called. I came upon a realization that I could move my face slightly and shift the cloth higher up my forehead. As I continued to squint, I was able to see some of my surroundings.
I was tied to an old bed that was in a middle of a small room. It was a full size bed with mental rails at the bottom and the top. It reminded me of old-fashioned beds found in mental hospitals. Surrounding the bed, about five feet back were five chairs. Directly to the left of the bed was a small night table that had an assortment of tools, pill capsules, and other impending items. It dawned on me that I might find what those were for later. On the opposite side of the bed in the right side of the room was a large table that had a variety of items, just like the night table. But, it also had several guns, more handcuffs, a package of condoms (or so it looked liked from the bed), bottles of water, towels, a whip, a long stick, and other diabolical items. It resembled the look of a cross between a sex shop and an army storage shield.
In the right hand corner of the room closest to the bed, there was a door that led into a small bathroom with a shower. There were no windows. And in directly in front of the bed on the other side of the room was a door that led out of the room where the men were standing.
The room itself was small, damp, and dark. There were two overhead lights, one on either side of the bed. The walls were a clay-based. It seemed to be the inside of a cave, if it wasn't a building. The room was incredibly dirty. The walls were coated with a layer of dust and filth, either dirt. And to my horror, on the other side of the wall, there seemed to be blood spurted upon the wall. Blood… human blood upon the wall. As I looked upon the blood, I could feel my stomach beginning to churn as I realized the seriousness of the situation I was in. They were probably going to kill me.
Kill me… that would surely provoke a vision. Just one damn vision would work for me. Alice said she was looking out for me. Being kidnapped, drugged, chained, and held for a considerable amount of time must warrant at least one damn vision. Come on Alice. Just one would let them know what happened to me. Did they even know what was happening? Did they even know where I was?
"Nick, you asshole… how much of the drug did you give her? If we want to have our fun with her at least half awake, you couldn't kill her with it." The leader asked the burly guy, who apparently was named Nick.
"John, just a little more than the recommended dose was given to her. She should be waking up sometime later today. I realized a couple of positives about giving her that much." Nick answered back in a very respectful voice.
"Tell me the damn positives of the bitch being unconscious."
"The drive from Port Angeleas to this little shack took what close to three hours, and we had to drive through Forks. What if she awoke near the end of it, when we were in La Push? There are psycho Indians there that feel like they need to protect everyone. They run around like deranged morons hollering about werewolves. Imagine what they would do if they found her." Nick responded. All of a sudden, the pieces of the puzzle were beginning to line up. The end of the journey was near La Push. Alice could not see visions near werewolves. If this shack, as they called it, was so close to La Push, Alice would not be able to see her. She would not be able to see the pain she was in. And even if she did, they would probably have to go through La Push to get here, which would violate the treaty. Yet, the treaty would go to hell in a hand basket if Edward thought for a second she was in harm. If Alice did not see this, then there was no hope. But, she had to see it. She was in Port Angeleas when she was kidnapped. But, they went through La Push… As though a light bulb went off, the puzzle was finally in place. Edward probably saw her get kidnapped, but they were miles away hunting. The moment Alice saw the vision, she would have called Edward. But, as soon as the van drove through La Push close to the werewolves, Alice would lose the vision, she would lose the only way Bella would ever leave this hell hole. And that would leave one heart-broken, angry Edward and his family that would search for Bella without a clue of where she was. They would follow scents, but with her being in Forks and La Push so recently, they would not think much of it. The possibility of kidnappers returning her to her own home were slim, almost to slim for most people to think about it. Edward and his family were probably trying leads closer to Port Angelas.
"Well, that is good at least." John answered back to Nick.
"Also, when that bitch was trying to escape, she twisted her ankle or so crap like that. With more time, it would heal."
"Why in god's damn earth would I care if she was healing, we are just going to beat her anyway?"
"Oh, I know that. But, it would make her be able to resist longer…have more spunk. They are better when they have more energy. We can go longer."
"That's true. Good thinking. If she is not awake by tomorrow, then we can beat her a couple times to try to wake her up. Or we can drug her with something like caffeine…that would reverse the effects I think."
"Okay, boss. I will let the boys know to be ready for tomorrow. Evening, as usual?"
"Yeah…"
"Are we using condoms or not, John?"
"No. I do not think she will be leaving her alive. And if for some slim chance we allow her to, she will be so well beaten and taken care of, that she will be wished that she died. I would be happy to take care of her wish, if that would be the case. We can also wipe her clean, too."
"Hell yeah!" Nick exclaimed.
"Have the boys meet in her in about ten minutes. We will talk about tomorrow. It will be a fun day, and we do not want to be tied down with procedure to take up the fun." John ordered.
"Right away." I was able to see Nick turn and walk away. As he left, John pivoted and looked at me. At that second, I closed my eyes to protect myself from being discovered. I saw him walk closer and closer to the bed. He bent down and put his mouth close to my ear. He obviously thought I was still asleep, yet that did not stop him from talking to me.
"Tomorrow, you'll be praying that I kill you. Praying…" He whispered into my ear. With those words, my stomach felt as though it dropped out of my body. Everything that I heard was being replayed throughout my mind. No condoms… so well beaten…praying to be killed kept being reheard in my mind as though they were on a loop. They were going to rape me, not only once, but it seems as though multiple times. I was supposed to be with Edward the first time this happened, with my lover in a hotel room or in his house, happy. I was not supposed to be chained to a bed, used as a simple sex slave for their amusement till they killed me. I was not supposed to be crying… I was supposed to be happy, happy with my husband. Everything was crumbing down around me; all of my plans for the future were gone out the window. What happened to my life?
And this was not even about mythical creatures, not about werewolves, or vampires, or James, or Victoria, or anyone. It was not about the supposed monsters that I was supposed to be on the watch from. My killers were probably going to be humans. The ones that Emmett could kill in a second, my killers were supposed to be the innocent ones. I wanted to cry…not only cry but become broken. I lost everything in a course of hours. I lost my life, my husband, my control of my body. It did not matter what I wanted, what I did, or what I said. I was no longer in control. I was bonded to a bed surrounded by at least five men, and I was going to be their next source of amusement. What happened to my life? Where is my happy ever after? Where is Edward?
Edward… Edward needs me. I could not let him live for an eternity without me. Edward would want me to survive. I wanted to survive. But, how do you survive, how can you live through something like this? Wasn't there a proverb about where this is a will, there is a way. You know what, damn those fucking proverbs. They are no use to me. To sheer irony, I started thinking of all the predicaments that no matter what you did, there would be no way out of them. How do those people that came up with that proverb wish for someone to get out of those situations? How would they suggest I get out of this one, because I damn well want to survive? I would want to surivive for the sole reason to kiss Edward one more time, to even go shopping with Alice, get a hug from Esme, reprimanded from Charlie, a bear hug from Emmett, a nasty look from Rosalie, helpful hand from Carlise… everything was worth surviving for. And I would go down swinging.
Edward would want me to try. He would want me to take every last effort to live, and that I would do. Somehow at the moment, a famous passage came to mind…"It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world. (Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince A/N)" I would go down fighting. Edward would be proud that I did everything I could do to live, and so would I. I would fight with every ounce of energy, every drop of spirit till I either escaped or died.
It seems during my pondering the men assembled in the entrance way of the room, if one could even call it that. The five of the original men plus two smaller ones stood in the room. The two additional men did not look very pleased to be there compared to the original five that had smug looks upon their face.
"Can we start now?" One of the original guys asked.
"No, we are not starting now Tony." John responded. "Tomorrow, at five, we will begin. I want Tony, Nick, Mike, and Adam to wait in the hallway to meet. We will go in seniority. I want you two," he spoke to the two smaller guys, "Steve and Sam to make sure all the…um… tools are ready by five. Then, I want one of you assembled at each door. Steve stand by this door, and you, Sam, to remain in the entrance way of the bathroom. As long as we agree, you are free to watch of course, and you might be able to touch later. I am sorry, but it is custom to have to go through a certain number of bitches in your position, because you can partake in the festivities." A general hum of agreement was heard through the group.
"Due to the last time and how excited we all are, don't worry about protection. It takes up too much time, and frankly I do not care. There are five of us… she will be praying for death by the end of it. And, we might be generous and just answer her prayers. Last time, we did not wash her in between takes. We can have Steve and Sam wash her in between if we like. It would wash off the blood and semen from the previous taker, if interested. Yes or no…?" John asked the crowd of men.
"Yeah, wash her. It gives them a chance to get their hands on her." One of the guys, who appeared, to be Adam responded.
"Yes, we would like that." Sam answered, and Steve nodded his head.
"Okay, we are in agreement. After each of us, you are to take her into the bathroom. She will already be naked of course. Turn on the water and clean her up. I do not care in the slightest how you do it. Wash the blood that will probably be on her legs, especially after my turn. Also if anyone of us hits her during it, that would cause blood too. Take care to wash our favorite spot. There are appropriate devices on the table, but you are welcome to use fingers and lather her up. Again, don't care how in the hell you do it, make sure the job is down." John commanded the two smaller guys.
"Hey, boss, what are the perimeters on this one?" Mike asked through the crowd. The other guys seemed interested in this question too. I was slightly confused on what perimeters they could possibly be discussing.
"Yeah… well, as long as you make her still conscience have fun. Don't break any bones yet. Bruise the hell out of her… she will deserve everything we give her. She was feisty when we were just restraining her. Teaching her some respect will be in order. Shove all you got, but leave her conscience. Got it?
"Regarding clothes, we can leave her naked after the first go. It will be easier then redressing her every time." I was horror-stroke by the sincerity of his words. He did not seem to realize that he was giving directions to my pain, to how to cause my hell. His only rules were to leave me conscience. Leave me able to feel everything they were doing? How can someone be so cavalry about something so diabolical?
"How many times through, John?" Nick asked. He seemed to be the second in charge of this group of sex-addicted monsters.
"Well, we can go through twice each. I think once tomorrow night. I do not think she could probably stay conscience for two rounds. Then, the next night we could go again. During the day, we could show her how to respect us. If she is enough fun, we could keep her as the general house bitch. It would be tons of fun. Keep her in this room; have sex whenever we want… you know? It would allow us to have fun without having to get a new bitch every night. But, eventually, then we could just kill her. I think that might be the best plan. That would mean though that we couldn't go as hard on her with the beatings, because we want her to survive."
"Good plan, John." Nick sounded.
"Love it." Mike added.
"Hell yeah." Adam shouted.
"If she is here long enough, could we have a go?" Sam asked in a shy voice.
"How about this? You do a good job with cleaning her then yeah…sure have a turn. You two will be in charge of taking care of her, okay? Feed her, bathe her, etc. It should be fun, actually. Bathing will be a treat. Feeding her would be the most work. But, make her work for it. She will understand that she needs the food. I think she really wants to survive. This one won't go quietly."
"Do we know who she is?" Mike asked.
"No, she is not around that town. She might be from Seattle. I doubt she is from Forks or La Push. But, whatever, we are safe in this building. We are near La Push, but we are locked away in the mountains. It would take a miracle for someone to find us." John finished. "Okay, boys, we are done here for tonight. Rest up. It will be some fun times ahead."
I am near La Push, while that is very good in some ways. At least, I am close to home; they will not have to move my body far. I need to quit that thinking; I was going to survive this. But, if I am so nigh, then Alice still would not be able to find me. But, mountains… mountains would be where they might go hunt. I was reminded by Alice once saying that she would hunt in these same mountains whenever she was home from time to time. They would be using tons of restraint and energy. They would need to hunt more while they looked for me. That might be the best chance of living through this. They need to go hunt. Every other time, I always wanted Edward to be with me, and Edward always put off hunting as long as possible. And he would certainly abide now… he wouldn't stop. He would not take care of himself. I always wanted him to be self-ish, to go hunt if he needed, to adhere to his thirsts. The one time that he is trying to be the most selfless to save me might be the one time it causes my death…