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Edward rolled over, stretching, a big smile spreading across his face. He could swear he felt his own heart beating during that whole experience. He really knew Sammi now, all of her, and he loved her even more than before. He felt completely at peace now, alive.

Running his hands over the black carpet around him, he looked around.

"Sammi?", he looked to his right, nothing, then he looked to the left and felt his heart seize in his chest.

There were two black metal drums standing there, whimpering sounds coming from inside. Upon one of them was a piece of paper taped to it, saying, CULLEN.

He sat up, with round eyes, tearing it off, turning it over.

It read:

Mr. Cullen,

I truly apologize for the inconvenience. Here are your two new girls, they have been checked by a doctor and are 100% healthy. I have taken Samantha as we discussed to be disposed of.

I hope there are no hard feelings and we hope to do business with you again in the future.

"Oh my fucking God, NO!", Edward tried to stand up but the room tilted. What time is it ? he tried to find a clock. He fell back onto the floor with a thud.

He tried again, being more careful this time. Standing on his feet, dizzy, he went to the metal drums, choosing one to open first. He pushed the little metal latch with his thumb. It did not move, or even bend. Harder, he tried to twist it off but it was impossibly tight. Looking down at his hands, they were shaking. He was still a bit weak and would need a crowbar for this now.

"God dammit!", he shouted, running towards the stairs to go down to the basement for a tool to open it with, and he fell again. He crawled the rest of the way, dragging his tingling legs behind him. He got a crowbar from the garage and made the climb back up to the living room, finally standing at the drums again.

SNAP! The latches gave at last as he took the lids off both drums, a scared naked girl inside each one.

"Girls, I don't have time to explain everything now.", Edward needed all his strength to tip the drums to the side, and helping the girls out.

"Come here.", he was out of breath, sweating, motioning to the blonde one. She came forward, towards him, unsure, but listening.

He took a pad of paper from the kitchen and began writing as best he could with shaking hands.

"There are clothes downstairs in the dresser.", he said first, "Use the phone down there to call this number, it's Detective Langston. Tell him to come here and pick you up. I have to go find Sammi. Tell him I'll call him when I know where she is."

"Good girls.", he tapped the blonde's shoulder and grabbed his phone, dialing the number, his eyes going a little blurry as he dialed. He saw the naked girls running down the stairs as he instructed them.

"Number please." The voice answered as usual.

He read off the memorized number, hoping he got it right, then he heard, "Mr. Cullen, how do you like your new girls?"

"Where is Samantha?", he sounded bloodthirsty as he spoke.

"I wrote you a note.", the man said calmly, "I guess you didn't get it. She's been properly disposed of, no worries."

"I sincerely hope that's not true.", he sneered, shaking all over. For your sakes, you fuck!, he thought.

"Why?", the man asked, "You said you didn't want her."

"I know you wouldn't just kill her right away.", Edward tried to sound as if he didn't care, "There's no profit in that for you."

"Well, that's nice of you to be so interested.", the man smiled, "We may have a little work for her before she's actually disposed of. Maybe if you like, I'll send you a copy of her new DVD we're shooting."

His eyes were like knives as he gritted through his teeth. If you hurt one hair on her head, he vowed to himself, I'll play with your intestines before I eat them out of you!

"I want to see it live.", he informed, "I'll pay whatever you like."

"She really displeased you, didn't she?", the man sounded intrigued, "Hmm…let me see…"

The man let Edward dangle there for a minute or two before answering.

"WELL?!", Edward punched the counter, and winced at the pain in his hand.

"Twenty thousand.", the man in the suit stated, "Cash. We will come pick you up in an hour." The phone hung up.

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