Author's Note!!

Chapter Dedicated to Art Storm. I was about to stop writing for the evening when I received a review from Art Storm. You gave me the needed strength to continue to write this chapter. This is a very hard chapter to write on many levels. In writing, you are taught to write what you know. However, if we all did that, we would not have Twilight.

This was a very hard chapter to write. I love Bella, and I hate hurting her. Yet, this is a long, long chapter.

Warning: Strong M

Music: I wrote this in a combination of silence and random songs.

"Fields of Gold" by Eva Cassidy. Why? Because, I needed to listen to sad songs to be able to write this.

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Yours Truly,

Twirl

PS. Sorry, my author's notes are quite long. Feel free to skip this part.

"Seventy-Five Minutes."

"Wakey, wakey time." A falsely sweet voice shouted in my ear. Still have asleep, I was lost in confusion of whether I was still sleeping or not. A smell penetrated into my nostrils as I inhaled a smell coming from the source of the noise. The smell was a disgusting combination of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and burnt plastic. Oh great, this man is not only a monster, but is most likely intoxicated.

"Time to get up." The voice now commanded from the opposite side of the bed. I opened my eyes finally to look around the room. The voices were coming from Steve and Sam, respectively.

"Good, you're up. Saves us the drugs." Sam stated as he let the rest of his sentence drop off. The blindfold was now off my face, and I could look into the room with a clear view. However, my hands were still bound to the bed posts. A black cloth, either black from pigment or from filth, was still around my mouth, silencing my protests.

"Now, slut, let me make a couple things perfectly clear…" Steve began to hiss, yet Sam interrupted him.

"Damn it, Steve! John said not yet."

"Fine, fine. Whatever…" Steve walked around to stand next to Sam. Both of them were looking at me, avoiding my eyes. I am glad that they did. Eyes are legend to be the portals to the soul. These men did not have souls. Behind the men, I saw the table from yesterday. It resembled the same, yet today there was a box of items in the corner. Confusion wreaked my mind, pondering what could be in the box. If they continued their plans from yesterday, then they, all five or even seven of them, were going to rape me. They made that perfectly clear. That really did not require many items. True, that I was not an expert in these matters? But, how much was really necessary. Condoms were thrown out the window, which disgusted me to no end. Not only did they not care about impregnating me, but that would allow their semen to run into my body, fluid that would be infested with probably multiple rapes in the past. Names of endless STDs from health class with Coach Clapp transected through my mind… HIV, herpes, syphilis, Chlamydia.

Forgetting about the box for now, I moved my head to stare at my watch. It was 4:32pm in the afternoon. How long did I sleep for today? At least my last hours were spent in happiness. Twenty-eight minutes till they would assemble. Twenty-eight minutes till hell.

The same imagine of trying to capture sand entered my mind. Sand is so similar to time in many ways. Particles of sand like seconds always find a way to fall from your hands. I tried as hard as I could to cling to those last minutes, yet they fell to my dismay.

The two guys went around the room putting things in different areas. They also grabbed several towels and went to the bathroom. I guess they really were going to give me a shower. After coming out of the bathroom, Steve stood by the door while Sam left to go down the hallway. Steve constantly looked directly at me, as though he had just won the grand prize. His eyes seeped into my mind, as I felt his gaze upon. I turned my head aside to continue to drown in my thoughts. And with each thought, the seconds fell, faster and faster. Till sounds of chattering men could me heard from the hallway.

If Edward had described my heart as a hummingbird before, then I would not be able to find an appropriate metaphor, for they did not compare at all. My heart has never beaten so quickly. Each beat sounded the nearing of the time…

Time, that was my enemy. Time. If I could prolong this, then I might be able to survive. Time was my only enemy truly. Edward would find me that was certain. It only took time. Time for them to gather the scent, to locate me. That was it. Each second, in addition to singling my demise, also signaled Edward getting closer and closer to finding me. He would find me… well he would find me eventually. I needed to prolong this the most I could. If I could give myself two minutes, that would be two extra minutes for Edward to try to find me. Two more minutes might be the difference. It might mean the biggest difference out of everything. I needed to give him the most time I could.

Yet, how was I supposed to prolong the inevitable. Chained and gagged did not leave a lot of options how prolonging the misery. I needed to do something to make it last. Ideas, I needed ideas of how to give him, to give me more time. I always hated the idea of the proverbial light bulb, but now I would surely appreciate if it could go off at any moment. I needed that damn light to go on. Come on, damn it, where is the switch? Any idea would be better than nothing…

I starred down at my watch to see the progress with the countdown. 4:57pm. Shit, what am I supposed to do. I usually did not swear, but desperate situations call for desperate actions. That's it. Desperate actions. Something I would not do otherwise would be needed now. Well, that is pretty obvious. I thought to myself again, leading into a constant battle within my mind. I needed to do something, and each second was being wasted coming up with obvious givens.

I looked outside in the corridor and saw the men beginning to gather. 4:58pm. Two more minutes left. A plan, something…there had to be something that I could do. Something I could do to prolong getting raped. Well, I could not run. I couldn't hide. 4:59pm. One more minute till the ball would drop in time square. Just one idea…

And then the light bulb went off. I could give Edward more time. I could give him at least a couple more minutes if I followed this plan. It might kill me if I did it, but it would give me more time. Minutes…seconds… but at least more time. The men would have to fight me tooth and nail for every article of clothing they removed, for every inch of my body that they saw, and they would almost have to kill me for them to enter my body. I would not go down without a fight, and a hell of a fight I would give them. They called me "feisty" before; I would surely deliver….

My watch chimed 5:00pm. Let the games commence I thought to myself. I saw the group of men standing outside talking in hush whispers. They all saw that I was awake. They knew that I was awaiting their games. I was able to see John pointing the men, which I guessed to be signaling the order they would follow in. He pointed to Steve and Sam to get into positions. John organized this "activity" as carefully as Alice planned my wedding that would never exist. Oh no, why did I have to think of that now. Push it from my mind, I continued to tell myself. I could not think of that now. I needed to be strong.

Steve and Sam walked into the room with smug smiles on their faces. Sam walked over to the bathroom door and stood in front of it. Steve entered the room, yet remained by the door and revolved to look at me straight in the eyes. If there would be a fight, let's begin it now, I thought to myself. I would not allow my eyes to drift away from the portals of evil that shown through his pupils. Starring him down, or as best as I could, I was going to show him that I was prepared to fight in every single way possible. It probably did nothing to him. It probably did not show him my strength. But, it was a testament to me that I was prepared, and I was… I was not going down with fighting.

John nodded to the men, and they dispersed from the corridor. He nodded again to Steve by the door, and he replied with a look of envy plastered against his voice. John did not look upon me, at all. He kept his eyes glued upon the box that was placed upon the table in the room. What was he going to get? Weapons? He would not kill me yet.

The pain, the agony, that was originally in the pit of my stomach, that radiated throughout my body, was gone. It evanesced a while ago, when I decided to be strong and to fight. I had always chosen to fight before, why should this time be any different?

John finally reached the box and picked up a knife from within. I closed my eyes as he walked towards me keeping his eyes on the floor. Why did he have his eyes closed? Was he ashamed possibly of the crime he was about to commit? Did he have a conscience at all? I opened my eyes again as I saw him directly over my body. I was leaning over the bed with the knife above my neck. I could not move from this location and moving would not help. How was I supposed to be strong this situation? What strength would I show? I closed my eyes and let my body go numb, for another time. If he was going to kill me, then I would show him that I was not afraid of death. If I showed him now, then it would make it evident that I would fight. I would fight, because there was nothing to risk for me. I already accepted that pain would come… I already accepted the possibility…the certainty of my death.

I saw through the slits in my eyes the blade sheer inches above my skin. Yet, instead of feeling the blade slide across my throat, I felt his hand upon my neck pushing my body down more and more. This was it… this was the time that I was going to fight. I moved my body as fast as I could to shift my neck around in his hands. Yet, as I continued to move under his grip, he tightened his fist.

"Stop moving… now." He whispered in a voice, so full of anger and lust that I felt as though cold water was thrown upon my body. Yet, no matter the degree, I was not going to stop. He would have to make me.

I continued to shift my weight under his grip again and again till he pushed his entire body weight on the fist that was clamped around my throat, squeezing my neck. And with each second, my ability to breathe was becoming weaker and weaker. How was this man so strong to be able to evict me of my ability to breathe with one hand? How did he have this power? Yet, it was evident that he was no mythical creature… just a human being, the worst kind of monster.

I buckled my hips under my body in an attempt to throw his body upward to alleviate the constant pressure that was upon my throat. Yet it only made him increase the pressure upon my neck. I was beginning to loose my sacred ability to move as the lost oxygen began to affect my actions. The man must realize this, because he let up on his hand, allowing me to breathe again. I starred up at him, to find a look of sheer pleasure.

"See what I can do to you, bitch. Now don't you wish you had listened to me?" I shook my head to signal a no. I would never listen to him, ever. I would die first. My head shake must have angered him, because the next thing I felt was the impact of his fist upon my head.

"You will listen to me. You will listen to me, if it is the last god damn thing you do." He was not joking either, because he dropped the knife, and hit me again. Yet, this time I felt it directed in the center of my stomach. The pain thrashed my body. It sucked the wind from my core, and made the lights above my head move. Those two punches were beginning to weaken me already. His strength was unfathomable. No wonder, he as the leader. Any threats of mutiny would result in a physical battle that I hope he would win. If anyone was stronger then he was… Yet, as I continued to reassure myself, I was not going down without a fight. Let him punch me again. Yes, it hurts. But, my ability to battle his power already bought me another two minutes while he tried to show him my power. Two extra minutes for Edward to find me. It was worth it.

John must have thought he showed me his power. He picked up the knife that was dropped on the bed before the second blow. Instead of slicing me, he removed his hand from my throat and moved it down to the top of my shirt. He slide his dirty, calloused hand underneath the fabric and pulled it up allow from my skin. To continue to show me his dominance, he allowed his hand to slide down upon the top of my bra. He slid his point finger down and squeezed my breast. That was it. That was the needed reassurance I needed that I would fight. It reenergized me from the blows. I threw my hips up as hard as I hard into his body that was hovering above mine. My hips made direct contact with his body. Either due to force or surprise, he dropped the knife and slid his hand out of my shirt.

"BITCH!" He yelled in my face, causing spit to spray on my face. As he gave me more energy, I drew up my legs up and kneaded him in his back. I did not fully realize that my legs were free from any bonds till then. I still hand the power of legs. Again, I drew up my knee and forced it to make contact with his body. The contact was so powerful that it caused him to flutter forwards away from my body. More seconds… I just got more seconds. But, what was the cost now? As if in slow motion, he carefully shifted his eyes to look into mine. We was utterly surprised by my resistance, I was sure. I brought new meaning to the world, "feisty," for him. I was not going to be an easy victim.

"Steve, help me out, now." Steve looked from me to John, and then back again. He face was a mixture of arrogance and sheer shock. This must have been the first time John needed help to rape someone. He needed more bonds, he needed someone else…he needed help. This was going to get me more time. Anything, to get more time…

Steve dashed over to the table and pulled out what I gathered were going to bound my feet to the bottom of the bed. It resembled the knot and rope that someone would use to hang a victim. He was hanging my last free limbs. Steve moved over to the bed quickly to attach the ropes. Another chance to stall I thought to myself. As quickly as I could, I slide my feet faster and faster upon the bed. He would have to use up more time to bind my feet.

"Fuck… damn bitch." Steve cursed under his breath. To keep my spirit ups, I thought he must have been trying to win an award for using all expletives or trying to use as many as possible. He probably would have won, too. Joining in on the contest, John muttered a string of curse words that rivaled Steve's. Instead, of helping Steve grab my legs, he looked into my eyes. His eyes were a dark brown that was a shade from being pitch black. His eyes resembled the closest sign of evil I could imagine. Vampires, even the Volturi, had nothing over these people.

John's fist was pulled back, and he swung into my face. The blow was hard, rivaling blows that James must have given me while he attacked. Yet, that was not the only blow… a series of fists bounded upon my body. Again and again, they stormed releasing the anger that John felt at not being able to control me. The spots variegated from my face to my stomach and even to my breasts. Each blow was an attempt to break down my spirit, my drive. And to my horror, I had to force myself to assemble it after each contact. I was not going to allow myself to lose. I tried to block out the pain. Yet, out does one block it out? It was the only thing I could concentrate on. I could not move away from it. It continued upon my body. Edward always talked about the pain of the transformation. Yet, now, at this point, I would gladly have fire racing through my veins. At least, I got something from that…

The blows finally stopped, and I found in the course of the blows, my feet were bound to the bottom of the bed. My legs were spread apart, which just invited, just allowed him to have easier access later.

After I looked down at the V-shape my legs formed, I suddenly realized a smell filling my nostrils. A very familiar smell… the smell of rust and salt… the smell of my blood. The blows did more than just caused me pain, did more than attempt to break my spirit. It caused real damage to my body. Damage that now, after the rush of adrenaline and shock was beginning to fade, I could feel intensively. John, being strong would be an understatement. Next to vampires and werewolves, there was no one stronger that I have had the displeasure of meeting before in my life. Shock was surely able to mask pain, but wasn't shock supposed to last longer? Because, I felt the pain now, felt the pain with no blockers. My stomach screamed in pain. There was no blood, but I knew, there was damage inside my body. There was no away around that. And my head was bleeding profusely due to the number of blows to my head and my face.

And once again I felt his hand crawl underneath my shirt; he grasped the knife with the other hand and brought it to the cloth. He pulled the knife through the clothing, ripping it down the middle. Yet, the knife also dragged through my skin. I screamed in pain, even though it was silenced to the cloth. The knife felt as through it was ripping deep within my flesh, similar to the cut of a surgeon. It was splitting my chest, my stomach in half from my neck down through the valley of my breasts. He then cut slits up my arms. He pulled the sliced shirt from my body, leaving my chest bleeding. The blood was profusely being spilled, soaking my bra in my own blood. The spill continued to reach my nose, and I felt myself beginning to fade in and out due to the scent. John must have realized the chance that I would lose conscience, for he slapped his hand straight across my face, bringing me even more into the pain of my broken body. The sting of his strike rebounded throughout my body again. Yet, my body was now surely broken. Bruised, shattered from the blows and torn from the knife. What left was to come?

He took the knife again and sliced through the center of my bra in addition to snapping the back as he slid his hands under me. My top was soon naked. His eyes greedily starred upon my chest, taking in the sight. I felt my checks burn in embarrassment. Edward had never seen my chest. The love of my life had not seen me yet, however he did.

Thoughts seeped into my mind… what was he going to do next? A grin was now upon his face. He brought his hands down upon my breasts, pounding them and moving them roughly till I felt more tears spilt from my eyes. It was the first time I felt my tears. I must have started crying at the beginning, yet now I had lost all controls over my body. The tears were beginning to invade my line of sight. Time… whether it was seconds or minutes… passed to my horror as he continued to move my body in a horrendous fashion. It seemed as if an entirety had passed till he lifted his hands away from my body. Peace flashed through my mind. A moment of peace…

"Steve… undo her legs." He was allowing me my room. I could allow more time to pass. Steve untied the knots on my ankles. Yet John climbed upon my legs and sat down, not allowing me to move to legs. Damn it!

As soon as Steve had backed away, not till he gazed upon my naked chest for several long moments, he slid his hands to the top of my jeans. Damn it, I continued to think to myself. I could not move. And if I could, the pain was becoming unbearable. How many of these attacks could I possibly survive? With each second, more and more blood was being spilt from my body? Precious blood that I needed…

He undid the buttons and slid the zipper down. "Hold her legs if needed. I need to get these off of her." John told to Steve, who looked thoroughly amused by the command. Steve grasped my ankles in solid, cold hands as John tugged my pants lower and lower down my hips, down my legs till they met Steve's hands. Then, they were off. I lay upon the bed now in only bottom underwear as the smile upon the men's faces grew. One more time, John moved his hands up my body and grasped my clothing. One more time, he slid it down my body till I was completely naked.

"Do you want me to tie her up again?" Steve asked as he looked down at me.

"No… it will be fine." John replied in a proud voice, yet his eyes still showed a high degree of annoyance. Never before, I imagine, did he need help to accomplish this. I was an exception to the norm, and that made me proud.

Steve grabbed my ankles and held them down as John got up from the bed. Thank god, I thought to myself. He was leaving. No, he would not leave. He just got me naked, I reminded myself. There was no point now in thinking of false hopes. False hopes only would be smashed to pieces, and my body was already smashed enough. Instead of leaving, John took off his shirt. He was undressing… He was really going to rape me. Damn it. I need more time. How can I get more time? I need more time. Edward, where are you? Please, Edward, I need you. I need you. John removed his pants, and finally he removed his underwear till he was as naked as I was. I looked away from him. I need not need, nor did I want to look at him. He disgusted me. I hated him more than I have ever hated someone in my entire life.

John walked over the bed and nodded to Steve. Steve returned the nod, as I glanced up at him my chance. I saw him, and then I saw him. He was already ready for the next part of the torture. I guess beating helpless girls to a pulp got him aroused, for he surely was now aroused. Not only was this going to hurt like Hell, but he was big enough to make sure this was the center of Hell…making every second diabolical.

Steve removed his hands from my ankles and moved away from me. John then made his way to the bed. He climbed onto the bed. I was not going to allow this to be the easy part for him. He would not get easy access to me. I brought up my leg near my chest, and with every ounce of strength in my body, every ounce of anger I had left I combined it to kick him square in the chest. The kick, to my happiness, was strong enough to force him back. It shoved him away from me, and he landed across the foot of the bed. Steve looked at me in awe. Again, I brought up both of my legs and thrashed them upon John, again and again just like he did with his fists. I knew I would receive a punishment from this. I knew it. But, this allowed me more time… more seconds before he was inside of me. For me, that was defeat.

John moved away from me and stood a few feet from the bed. Instead of anger that I thought would be upon his face, there was a look of glee. Glee, why was there glee? He looked like he thought this was a type of joke… a sick, twisted type of joke. This was no joke. I was fighting for control of my body, of my future life. And I would not lose without a fight.

John walked away from me. Yet, he only ambled over to the table for a second. Looked down upon the "tools" and back upon me, he shook his head as he admitted a chuckle and then walked back with nothing in his hands. A look of determination was upon his face. He was ready to fight too, I imagine.

John jumped onto the bed and sat upon my legs, which prohibited me from moving them. Yet, I was able to shut my legs together. He brought up his fist and smashed it into the center of my legs. My legs unfortunately fluttered and opened for him. He slammed one of his knees into my legs and moved it further apart till he had access.

His hands were all over me, touching me from my breasts till the center of my core. He did not care… this to him was amusement, watching me suffer. And with each touch, he was getting more aroused. My suffering caused him enjoyment. I knew what was coming, so I tried to block it from my mind. I would fight, yet I would try to not feel.

Yet, as much as I tried, I could not block my mind as he pushed himself up into me. My body quivered in pain, in a pain I had never felt before. It caused my eyes to flutter and the lights to flash in front of my face. He continued to push himself deeper and deeper into me, causing the lining of my body to split. I never thought this type of pain was imaginable, especially in that location. John continued to shove himself into my body. I felt a liquid upon my legs and looked down to see a steady stream of blood float down my skin. The combination of being a virgin and his force was going to be deadly. And with each thrust, the pain was growing. If he did not think being in my body was enough, he was started to thrash his fists upon my body, wherever he could reach. They met my face, my chest, even my throat. Each pound brought a new stream of pain and eventually blood to my body. I could see a blow that would go to my head, so I tried to move…to try to shield myself from the pain. Yet, it only caused it to hit my temple directly on.

I lost all control of my body…. and with that lost of control, I too lost my spirit. Not too long ago, I remembered the limit at which a person could be strong. I found my limit. Each additional blow just caused me to lose more and spirit. He was retaliating for my strength at the beginning. He was still instead me when he peaked… I felt the waves shot through my body. But, what did that matted now? Everything was broken…

He pulled himself finally out of me after minutes of pure agony, yet the blood did not stop as it spilled out of my body. This was going to be the end. My body could not last any longer. I starred down at my body. My skin was coated in blood from a combination of the blows and the knife. At least, he was done. One done… four to go.

At least, I thought he was done. He slid his body up mine, taking time to press his entire knee down in the center of my bleeding chest. He shifted his weight so his entire body was being pushed down upon my chest. It felt as though my lungs were being restricted by the weight… I could not breathe, could not think. I could only feel the pain that continued to get stronger and stronger. I could think of nothing else besides the pain. John then shifted backwards to shove his foot at my ribs. A crack sounded again throughout my ears, with a shot of pain in my body. The word pain was becoming useless. I was already in pain, pure agony. And each motion just added to that, like a useless point upon a scoreboard. Fine, he won. He won, and he second he was winning by more. He had succeeded to probably have broken at least one of my ribs.

John hovered above my mouth and proceeded to shove himself in my mouth. I did not have time to slam my mouth shut. He shoved himself down my throat as I gagged and lost my ability to breathe. I hated him with even more passion and tried to bit down on him… trying to cause him a shadow of pain. He reacted of course. He reacted to move his fist and slam my stomach with all of his weight…causing just more pain, more broken ribs, and less time to live. The seconds were being lost…

Finally, John peaked and spilled endlessly in my throat completely blocking my ability to respire. I tried to spit it out, yet John did not move… he was not going to let me. I had to swallow it. And to my horror, I did. John looked down at me in happiness. He won. He broke me in all the ways possible. My body, my heart, my spirit were all shattered in the course of 55 minutes. I felt myself beginning to fade in and out of consciousness due to the state of my body. I had enough sense to know that if it was not for the shock of the past almost hour, I would be in even unbearable pain. Yet, it was hard to think of having more throbbing. Every inch of my body was in absolute agony. My blood continued to seep from my body, from the countless areas of broken skin. Every couple of seconds, my vision would fade out and go completely black. Whatever had happen been causing me to lose control. But, I knew if I lost completely, I would never regain consciousness again. The pain in the combination with the blood loss alerted me to know that I had to go to the hospital right away, if I wanted to live. They were certainly not going to take me… only time till I failed. Only time left till I completely succumbed.

"What the fuck, John?" Mike called as he threw the door open. "You have been in here almost an hour. When are our turns?" Yet, his protest stopped when he saw my body. "What the hell did you do? She is about to die. We wanted a turn."

"Shut the hell up. This was the only way I could even do it. We would pick up another. Have Nick come in…maybe he can get a turn."

"Fine." Mike turned to leave as he cursed under his breath. John looked from me to the door that just slammed shut. I could not do this again…not another time. I could not possible survive. I was surely going to die, and die I would within the next couple minutes. Each second took all my energy to saw awake…to not completely black out forever. Another moment of darkness came…again and again. The door flew upon to reveal Mike and Nick looking at me. Nick walked over to join where John stood as Mike left the room, clearly angry.

"She's all yours. She will probably die before you are done though…" John whispered to Mike. There was the world…die… they knew it, as well as I did, that I was going to die. I had tried as hard as I could, but I was broken. Lost…failed…

"Are we going to clean her up?" Nick asked John, glaring at the two men near the door.

"No, not now." John replied.

"Fine." Nick replied as John put on his clothes and left the room. Nick walked over to the bed and leaned down to my ear.

"Listen up bitch. I do not give a rat's ass whether you live or die after I am done. But, I will take you whether you are dead or not. I need someone to fuck, and you'll do." He whispered into my ear.

He leaned back to begin to take off his clothes. As much as I wanted to survive, I knew that I couldn't, and I did not care anymore. At least after death, there would be no more pain, no more of this. I was too far broken. On the floor, his clothes pilled up till he was too naked. Nike began to slowly walk over to the bed. He slid up and onto the bed till he too hovered over me. I was done trying to fight back. These monsters won. Take me, I thought to myself. Just take me. You can't cause me anymore pain, really. I was going to die soon enough and was already in Hell. What is another couple points? As he was going to enter me, just as Nick did…a loud crash, the sound of boulders slamming together, sounded throughout the entire building. It was the loudest sound I had heard yet today, hurting my ears. It was as if an alarm had gone off. Nick jumped up off of me as he too heard the sound. It brought hope that it surprised Nick, maybe it would be in my favor. He bolted off the bed and threw on his pants. It allowed me a couple more minutes of being alert after the alarm till I knew I was going to collapse again, if not for the final time. It was 6:15. I had survived for 75 minutes. I had lived through 75 long minutes of torture and I could not take anymore. This was going to be it, but then I heard more crashes and then even more collides, sounds of people running, and muffled cries and shouts…something had happened. Yet, what was it?

A/N: Sorry, cliffhanger. I will update very, very soon. Review!