21
It was dim inside, a large empty warehouse full of wooden aisles of car parts, engines. It smelled of grease and tar. He didn't see Sammi anywhere but the men were all walking ahead of him, almost invisible as they went through one aisle.
"This way, Mr. Cullen.", the man hung back, waiting for his customer to follow.
He followed, his hands hanging down in their cuffs. Thinking of Sammi being in here made him want to vomit. He knew he'd lose his mind when he finally saw her.
They went through another little door at the end of the aisle, motioning for Edward to keep following. He took a deep breath and went through the door. There was a large, empty room here except for a table covered with all kinds of sick toys, wicked instruments, scissors, knives. There was even a goddamn chainsaw in the corner, being charged in an outlet. Edward made a mental note of that, he pictured himself wielding it, slicing through the man in the suit like a hot knife through butter.
The walls were draped with black velvet material, to make things look nice for the movie. A camera was set up on a tripod, a man standing next to it. There were a few other men there, too, dressed in black leather, spiked collars around their necks, muscular and huge, these were no doubt the actors that would be starring in the movie with her.
"We have a seat for you, here, Mr. Cullen.", the man in the suit led him to a nearby leather sofa, a few feet away from the stage area, out of the camera's view.
"Where is she?", he asked, not seeing her.
"Up.", the man smiled, pointing. Edward's eyes followed, seeing a little black iron birdcage near the top of the ceiling, about 50 feet up, dangling high above them.
"Jesus.", Edward swallowed, not able to see any part of her in the darkness. The worst part was not being able to show his rage and scream her name out. He had to play the part of the asshole for a little longer. He squeezed his fist, still not hard yet. DAMMIT, come on, he begged his body to come back already. But it had enjoyed Sammi's blood too much. It didn't want to become evil vampire again so soon. And Edward needed the demon to arise – NOW.
"Have a seat, son.", the man sat and pulled Edward down to sit beside him.
The young vampire's face turned to the man and sneered, "I am NOT your son."
The man in the suit ignored this and looked to the cameraman.
"Are we going to begin soon?", he asked.
Edward couldn't take his eyes off the little cage so high from the floor. He tried to read her mind to see if she was afraid, but that was blurred also.
Hang on, Sammi, he tried to think to her, knowing it wouldn't work, but he tried to speak to her anyway. I'm here and I won't let them hurt you. I'm so sorry I let them get to you. Dammit, I hate myself, he thought, I promise to protect her and then I zone out, leaving her unprotected. I am a goddamn monster, no better than these guys.
"Yea.", the cameraman said, "You can bring her down and we'll start rolling some footage."
"Great.", the man in the suit smirked, turning to a nervous looking Mr. Cullen.
One of the men in the leather vests hit a button on the wall and a hum sound buzzed, the chain holding the cage slowly winding downwards. Hypnotized by it, Edward couldn't breathe as it came closer and closer to the floor.
Her wrists were through the gaps in the cage in front, shackled with iron that prevented her from pulling her fists inside the cage. Her bare legs were also dangling out through the bars of the cage, her tiny feet shivering; her face hidden as her head rested on the iron cage bars, looking down inside the cage, her long hair shielding her face.
His eyes felt wet as he saw she was almost naked inside, a tiny leather bikini hardly covered her body at all. She was wearing a black leather dog collar too, which only pissed Edward off more. Checking his fist again, it was starting to harden, but not much. In contradiction to his earlier comments, he found himself praying to God.
"Come on kitten.", a man in leather, older in age, about 45 or so, spoke to her gently, unlocking the wrist cuffs, then opening the cage, carefully helping her legs come out of the bars. She didn't seem to fight them and Edward was glad for that. They'd hurt her and he'd have to sit there and watch.
"She put up a big fight when we first got here.", the man in the suit informed Edward, "But it only took a couple of my men to make her quiet down."
"Thank god for the body makeup.", the man went on, "It really covers the bruises nicely, you can't even see them on film."
I think I'll eat him last, Edward decided, just so he can watch the rest die before him. His death will be the nastiest.
A bright spotlight clicked onto her, and she winced, squinting her eyes, seeing only the light and blackness all around it.
Someone had curled her hair and sprayed glitter in it; her face wearing lots of makeup, the black thick eyeliner and brown dark eyeshadow, bright red lips, glitter all over her body and face to match the hair. Her nails were long and red, her toenails painted the same color.
She looked tired and unclear to Edward as the man took her by the arm and brought her to a table covered with the same black velvet drapery.
"It's alright, honey, come up here.", the man spoke to her lovingly, like a pet. Edward was fast hating that man too.
"What did you do to her?", Edward turned to the man next to him, "She looks all foggy."
"She's just tired out.", the man shrugged, "I told you, she's been raging and fighting my people all the way for the last 2 hours."
"You didn't give her any medication of any kind ?" he made sure to ask, "You know she can't take anything."
"Relax, Mr. Cullen.", the man sighed, "Just relax and enjoy the show."
The man in leather tied a rope through the iron wrists cuffs she wore, and tied it through a metal hoop overhead, hoisting her arms up over her head, pulling higher until she cried out, on the very tips of her knees, making her strain.
"Shhhh, easy girl.", the man moved his hand over her half naked ass, touching her body roughly, making her yelp out in protest.
"Don't TOUCH me!". She screeched, tears starting to form around the ends of her eyes.
No, Sammi, don't provoke them, hold on, Edward thought silently, his jaw flexing as he tried to watch with no emotion.
Edward's fingers were starting to tingle a little bit. YES, come on, come on!
"Little kitty has a mouth.", the man in leather smiled, grabbing her long mane of hair, making her head arch backwards, "I have the cure for mouth."
He took a red shiny ball with a leather strap attached to it, placing the ball deep into her mouth, buckling the strap behind her head to hold it in place, gagging her. Her voice groaned in muffled argument.
She was on her knees on the velvet tabletop and the man began to wrap leather rope around her upper thighs, and around a wooden post before her, tightly holding her in place there.
Her whole body trembled, obvious to the naked eye. She half opened her eyes, squinting.
The man at the camera leaned in, looking through his viewfinder as he started rolling now.
"Pretty.", the cameraman commented, zooming into her face, "Open your eyes, honey."
The once gentle man in leather who'd been helping her into her contraption now turned deadly in a half second, grabbing her hair in one hand and making little slaps on her face, as if to awaken her.
"Open your eyes you little bitch." He growled, her scream muffled as her eyes opened in shock, the man laughing, showing her face to the camera.
Edward went to jump up, without thinking but the man in his 30's was there, and shoved him back down into the sofa.
"Be patient, Mr. Cullen." The man in the suit grinned, "Stay out of the line of the camera, you'll get your turn with her, I promised."
Breathing a little harder, Edward was getting angrier. Fists still not ready to attack yet, he didn't know if he could sit here and just watch this anymore. And they hadn't even started yet.
She doesn't even know I'm here, Edward was panicking inside, seeing how alone and frightened she looked.
"Nice green eyes.", the man next to Sammi held her face in his hand, titling it up a bit to show the camera, "That's why I named her kitten. My little kitty. "
"This is for later.", the man in leather began to act for the camera, opening up a black sharpie marker, "Because when we're done, later, we're going to kill our little kitty. So I have to make some marks."
Squinting, Edward wanted his blood NOW. As she cried and shivered, the man was making little dotted lines across the bottom of her throat.
"Don't cry, angel." The man chuckled, "It doesn't hurt that much."
She closed her eyes and two lines of tears ran down her cheeks. Edward was glad it was dark where he was sitting, they couldn't see the red water in his eyes.
Then, the bastard was making dotted lines around her shoulders and around her elbows, around her wrists, then around her torso.
It seemed they were planning to cut her up for the cameras at the end. They were all so dead, Edward flexed his hands…almost ready.
In Edward's mind, he was searching for the demon now. Now when I need you, where the hell are you, you sick beast?! Come on out, come on, get angry, little kitty being tortured out here. You don't want to miss that, do you? A little innocent blood made you run away? That doesn't sound like the Dark Edward I know…I won't stop you. Fresh meat out here…come on, demon Eddie.
After she was all covered with dotted lines, the man at Sammi's side continued, talking to Sammi.
"In the next 12 hours, you will beg for punishment, you will beg for forgiveness, you will beg to please me, and finally, you will beg for death. If you're very good, I may grant some of those wishes.", he said, kissing her neck with his foul lips, biting her flesh there.
A tiny growl began to purr inside Edward's chest. The demon was beginning to sniff around, someone else touching his girl's throat.
"Beg me, slave.", the man looked up at her, "Beg me now for punishment and pain."
""RRRRRR", Sammi screeched angrily, yanking on her already taught arms above her, her hair thrashing wildly in protest.
"You have to take it easy with her.", Edward tried to keep his voice calm to the man in the suit at his side, but failed miserably, "She passes out so easily. If she does, movie's over."
"No, they can just throw some cold water on her.", the man smirked, liking what he was seeing so far, "It's fine, it looks good on film."
Fuck! Edward didn't want her hurt at all, not even a little.
"Let me do it.", he tried this idea, talking to the man at his side again, "I know how she works best. I've already test driven her. I'll pay more."
"Mr. Cullen.", the man laughed out loud, "I think you liked her far more than you let on. This man gets half the session plus killing her. He paid a great deal of money for the honor."
"You disappoint me, kitty.", the man said tenderly, picking up a small red instrument with a point on its end.
"What is that?", Edward asked a little loudly as the man came over to Sammi with it.
"Electrode.", the man informed, "Gives a nice little zap. This will be good."
"Sammi.", he whispered, feeling his legs shiver a bit.
The man moved the instrument over her curves, getting more attitude from Sammi, then a click sound happened, a little flash of light leapt out of the end of the instrument and ---
"RRRRRRRRRRR!!!!", Sammi let out the most horrible scream Edward would ever hear. Her body leapt, hopeless to get free, but quivering with agony. Her eyes were gaping open, in pure hurt, her throat making wounded growls.
"Like that, kitty?", the man smiled, zapping her two more times in a row, on the buttocks.
"NOOOOOO!!!!", she squealed again, crying in sobs of fear as the man circled her, looking to use his toy again. She was already pleading for him to stop, moaning in distress, terrified he would use it again.
"Beg me now.", the man threatened her, stroking his electrode over her flat white stomach, ready to use it again, "Beg me to punish you."
Trembling, she wanted to beg, she did not want the lash of fire that thing brought her. It felt like it was tearing her skin and raw fire burned inside. But she thought of Edward and fought back harder.
She began shouting something angry through her gag, Edward looked down in rage, knowing what would come next.
Another click sound, then a slight buzz . Her voice cried out again, screaming hoarsely. It was heartbreaking to hear, the sobbing.
This is my fault, Edward cursed himself. I just had to drink her blood right then, I had to think only of myself. I told her she'd be perfectly safe. I am a fucking addict, I put blood above her. I laid there, enjoying her blood while they came right in and took her away. I deserve the pain, not her. I deserve the death. I will never touch human blood again, he nearly cried in his brain, I swear to everything I care about. These men WILL die, but I will never drink human blood again.
"Beg for it, kitty.", the man ordered, walking over to the table of assorted instruments, looking for something that would make more of an impact.
Sammi just gasped for air, already suffering greatly. Her eyes tried to focus in the white light blinding her.
"I want to hear you beg, you little pig.", the man picked up a chain whip, smirking and slowly walking behind her.
"Say, I'm a little dying pig.", the man teased, laughing.
Edward's eyes glowed hatred, his breathing more troubled now.
Sammi clenched her eyes and tightened her fists, trying to get strength, trying not to do what the man was ordering her to.
"Taste this.", he sneered, lashing the chains across her bare back with a terrible thud and jingling sound.
"UUUUUHHHHHHH", Sammi's knees buckled instantly and she hung there, her wrists pinching in their cuffs as she limply dangled, her head all the way back as the intense pain grabbed hold of her flesh. Her spine felt broken, throbbing with a dull agony.
THUD. JINGLE. Another hard lash across the little bikini bottoms that were more of a thong. Then another from the front, right hard across her abs. Then an even harder lash across her barely covered breasts.
"NNNNNNN", she sobbed through the gag, her body swinging like a rag doll's, her head hanging backwards.
"Are you ready to beg me, you little pig?", the man asked her, grabbing her hair and bringing her face up towards the camera.
Crying, she nodded in defeat. The man smirked to the man in the suit next to Edward, unbuckling the gag and yanking it out, saliva coming out with it.
"Yuk, look what a nasty thing you are.", the man wiped the saliva over her mouth, grabbing her chin and yanking it, "Alright, you got something to say to me now, piggy?"
She breathed hard, crying, and tried to form words. Edward was dieing inside, searching in haste for Demon Edward. These guys deserved his full wrath.
"I'm---sorry.", she gasped out, Edward clenching his eyes shut for a hard moment, his fists raw.
"No, no.", the man shook his head, "I want to hear you beg me. Say, please Master, please hurt me."
Edward wished he were deaf.
With a low whimper, she breathed, "Please master, hurt me.", tears running from her blind eyes.
GOD DAMN IT YOU FUCKING DEMON ! COME OUT NOW OR I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF!!, Edward screamed like an animal in his head.
"Say please punish me for being a little diseased pig.", he demanded.
She cried, not wanting to say anything else, but the man frowned, grabbing the little bikini top she wore.
"Do you want to lose this now or later?", he asked, threatening to tear it off.
"No please don't!", she begged, trying to salvage what was left of her modesty, not that it mattered much now.
"Say it.", the man repeated.
Hesitating, she made herself say it, hating herself.
"Please punish me for being a little diseased pig.", she whispered, quivering violently; the man all laughing around her, except one.
"Is this really necessary?", Edward sneered at the man next to him, "This guy is handling her all wrong. Let me step in for just a few minutes."
"You are about to get kicked out, Mr. Cullen.", the man in the suit informed, having a great time with how this man was humiliating her, "You said she can't play hard, so we have to do other things. This is one of them. So hush."
"Good girl.", the man approved, "Don't worry, I will punish you. In so many ways. I promise not to bore you."
Slowly, Edward was hearing Sammi's voice echoing from afar. She wasn't speaking right now, though. It was her thoughts…Edward was getting his mind reading ability in sharper now. He could almost make it out.
She was saying her prayer again, as she was in the trunk of his car that first night. How he wished he could get in there and speak to her.
Flashes of Edward's face were in her mind, smiling, sad, yelling, singing, dancing…every moment they had together, dancing inside her head.
He'll never find me in time…she was thinking, sounding heartbroken, my stupid diseased blood messed him up and now he'll blame himself for this. I hate me. I can't even tell these guys to fuck off, because it hurts so bad. My body hurts so much…I am so weak.
No, Sammi, Edward wanted to tell her, you're a small girl, but you're not weak. You'll never be weak.
"We'll take the bikini off in a little bit and have some intimate footage.", the man beside her said to the man in the suit on the sofa, "First I want to really warm her up a bit with some more anguish. That always makes my blood boil."
The man went back to the table and came up in front of her, his hands both behind his back, smiling at her.
"Pick a hand.", he said.
She glared back at him, still panting slightly.
"What?", she whispered.
"Pick a hand, left or right.", he spoke to her as if she were retarded.
Weakly, she said, "Right."
Edward's eyes closed again, his jaw biting down hard into his teeth.
The man smiled, holding up a plastic stick, clicking it, a small flame popping out at the top. Sammi's eyes went round as she tried to struggle, clearly going nowhere.
"She chose fire.", the man smiled, placing the other item in his left hand down, a knife.
"No please!" she begged as the man came closer with it, he was going to burn her !
"Maybe we'll just burn that bikini off you now.", he teased, grabbing her collar, bringing her breasts down over the little flame.
"OH GOD PLEASE!!", she screamed, terrified, then without thinking she heard herself screeching, "EDWARD!!"
The man in the suit looked over to say something to Mr. Cullen, but he was gone.
"Where the hell did HE go?", the man in the suit asked, looking around.
"Hey kitty.", a deadly voice cooed behind the man in leather with Sammi.
The man with the flamer in his hand spun around towards the voice, but before he could see a thing, something had gripped his wrist like steel and snapped it backwards, breaking it instantly, the flame went out as the lighter fell to the floor. He screamed out in agony, looking up to see the teenage kid there, a broken cuff around each of his wrists, and glowing red eyes, filled with rage.
"Shoot him!", the man in the suit shouted, and his employees whipped out their guns, firing away. Edward leapt out in front of Sammi, shielding her from the gunfire, his arms wrapped around her protectively until the shooting ended.
The men watched Edward let go of the girl and turn towards them, completely unharmed, smiling. He leapt down like a cat, grabbing the little iron cage ,hurling them at the men. He threw the large spotlights at more of them, flinging the camera into the face of the cameraman.
Men flew everywhere, Edward threw whatever was large and nearby. The man in the suit ran out of the room and into the warehouse like a little rat abandoning ship.
With a single toss, Edward threw one of the guns at the man before he could get away, knocking him out instantly. Only one of them was conscious right now, the one in leather who had been torturing Sammi. Edward was hanging on a chain in the air, making sure they all were still and not moving. They were all out, but not dead yet. Good. Plenty of time to drink in a few minutes. Now to have a little fun with this leather clad man.
Edward landed on the ground like a cougar about to strike in front of the man in leather, smiling wickedly.
The man tried to run but Edward didn't try to chase him; instead he grabbed a rope and began tying it into a noose, knowing the door out was blocked by the leather sofa against it. The man could not move it, he was trapped.
Edward turned, lassoing the noose around the man's neck, reeling him in; tossing the other end over the bars above, making the man get up on his tiptoes, securing the rope tightly.
"I really liked some of those things you did there.", Edward grinned, "How very manly of you to hurt a little girl all chained up. I liked it so much I thought I'd try it myself…with you, if you don't mind. Don't worry, I promise not to bore you."
The man was slowly choking in his tight noose, but the rest of him was free. He tried to grab at the rope around his neck, but it was no use. Edward knew how to tie very good knots.
"Jesus, kid.", the man grunted, looking angry, "What the hell's with you?"
"Beg for punishment and pain.", Edward's voice was not like his normal one. This was a hissing animal, the demon.
Sammi's eyes saw him and went round for a moment, but she didn't move.
Picking up the lighter, Edward flicked it on, grabbing the man's right hand, already broken. He held the man's hand still, placing the flame right into the center of his palm. The peach skin began to blacken as the man howled in agony, begging for mercy.
"SHIT ! PLEASE STOP, PLEASE!!", the man squealed.
Picking up the electrode, he turned it all the way up and started poking the man in leather with it cruelly, making him scream and jerk.
"Aww, don't cry angel." he sneered at the man, "It doesn't hurt THAT much." With that, he jammed the end of the electrode into the man's upper thigh, hearing his blood curdling screams as he turned the electrode on, paralyzing the man's leg forever.
With a wicked cold laugh, Edward decided it wasn't enough. He walked over to the table at his side, making his hand dance over the horrid little instruments there…
"So many nice things you have here…how to choose?" Edward almost sang the words.
"Hmmm.", Edward tilted his head, "I like this."
His hand picked up the chainsaw with ease, starting it up. The revving sound of its engine was so thrilling and the gas smell so exhilarating…he had to share this with his new friend in leather.
"Oh GOD PLEASE!!", the man begged like a little bitch now, "PLEASE KID, LISTEN! I didn't hurt the girl that much, just let me go, please!"
"Edward !", Sammi looked equally as scared, but he didn't seem to hear her voice over the roar of the engine.
"Tell me what a diseased pig YOU are.", Edward waited, frowning at the man on his knees before him.
"PLEASE KID !", the man wept.
"Pick a hand. Left…or right.", Edward sneered, slicing the man's broken and burned hand off cleanly at the wrist with the chainsaw, blood flying everywhere. The man's voice shook the walls with is torment.
"Say it.", Edward toyed with him, smiling, "I want to hear you say it."
"I'm a diseased pig, I'm a diseased pig!", he blubbered, grabbing his gushing arm with the other, crying.
"Better, but you don't sound like you mean it.", Edward tilted his head, trying to decide what to slice off next.
"Edward, DON'T !", Sammi was shaking. She hardly recognized him now.
"PLEASE EDWARD!", she begged, "Just get me out of these, please! Please ?! It HURTS !"
She was begging him now. That made part of good Edward come back, turning off the chainsaw, putting it down, and rushing over to her to release her.
"I'm here.", he said, his normal voice speaking now, he leapt to the tabletop in one jump, his feet on the velvet, "Hold on, sweetie, don't move."
"Okay.", she felt her body shake all over, in relief that he was getting her out. She thought she was going to die, after a long horrible 12 hours of misery. In her heart, she scolded herself for not knowing Edward would come to save her.
Gently, so he wouldn't hurt her, he broke open the iron wrist cuffs, making sure the jagged metal pieces didn't cut her skin. He caught her body before it had a chance to fall down on the tabletop.
"God, thank you Edward, thank you…I thought they were broken.", she breathed, the pain in her wrists unbearable, until Edward began massaging them with his cold fingers, kissing her hands softly.
"You're like ice.", Edward told her for a change, feeling her shoulders, yanking off his jacket and putting it on her, fastening the buttons like a parent.
"Are you alright?", he almost wept, touching her hair, "I'm so sorry. I should've protected you. Please just promise you'll try to forgive me."
"Edward, look out!", she screamed suddenly, but the vampire knew he was coming. The man with one hand lunged at Edward's back with a hunting knife.
The knife did make contact with Edward's back, but the blade splintered into a thousand little pieces. And then Edward turned to him, standing on the table, glaring down at him with hell's eyes.
"Did you not get enough?", Edward smiled, glad to have an excuse to finish him off.
"Edward no!", she tried to reach out and touch him but he was too far away, mentally and physically.
"What the hell are you?", the man realized now Edward was no kid.
"I'm YOUR Master now.", Edward leapt off the table, walking towards the man slowly, like a panther cornering its prey, "And I'm really disappointed in you, slave."
"Kid, listen…", the man tried to think of something to say to save his hide.
Edward looked down, seeing something that caught his eye, bending down to pick it up.
"You can have the girl, alright?", the man offered, "She's yours."
"She's really not yours to give, PIG.", Edward informed, taking the chain whip into his hand.
Okay, Edward, if you want to beat him with that a little, I guess it's okay, Sammi thought, making Edward grin more.
"Let me show you how to use this thing correctly.", Edward sneered, and began pummeling the man with the chains. Edward knew he was breaking bones, pulverizing muscle with each blow, but he didn't care.
His speed was such that Sammi only saw a blur. The man laid there dangling from the noose, bloodied and beaten to a pulp, unconscious, about to suffocate to death from the weight of him pulling the noose tighter around his neck.
"Good night you fuck!", Edward was about to finish him off, lifting the whip over the man's head for one last shot.
"NO EDWARD DON'T!!" Sammi screeched suddenly, making him freeze for a moment, looking at her in confusion.
"Please don't kill anymore, Edward, please?", Sammi pleaded, her hands together, as if praying to him not to do it, then curled into little fists.
"It's not for his sake, it's for yours.", she stared into his eyes, "Don't let yourself turn into this thing anymore. It's not you. It's scary. It's…a monster."
"He hurt you.", Edward stated simply, not looking away from her.
"I know.", she shuddered, remembering, "But this won't make me feel any better. It would really hurt me to see you kill him."
Edward didn't say a word, he looked back at the man on the floor, thinking about it, still holding the bloody chain whip.
"Please forgive them.", she quoted Jesus, "For they know not what they do."
"They know.", Edward sneered, not believing it, about to raise the whip again.
"Edward, please?", she almost cried, "If my blood is in there, then you'll know why it's not right to do it. You're far too beautiful to be one of THEM."
Closing his eyes in slight defiance, he took a breath. He wanted to kill this guy, and all the rest of them in the warehouse here somewhere. But he knew in his heart she was right. He had her blood inside him now. He understood her, like it or not.
The whip hit the floor with a jingling sound. Edward broke the rope with his hand, letting the man fall to the ground, still alive.
She closed her eyes and smiled, letting air out of her mouth now.
He turned to her, feeling weak now, and cheated out of avenging her. But she smiled at him with such love, he soon forgot that feeling.
"My Edward.", she beamed, "Come give me a big Cullen hug."
Smiling back at her, he rushed over, holding her as tight as he could without crushing her. He picked her up into his arms, carrying her off the table and out of the room.
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