A/N: again so what are we on now? Like chapter... three!
DISCLAIMER. I'M NOT SM.
THIRD WARNING OF RAPE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.
Chapter 3
BPOV
"Welcome to Human trafficking Bitch."
it didn't take rocket science to figure out what came next.
The beefy guy ripped me off the ground by my hair, causing a nice loud yelp, and dragged me toward a cage.
"NO! Please don't no please!"
all I could do was kick and scream in protest, to no avail obviously.
I was put in a cage occupied by two other women.
The men slowly shuffled out after what seemed like years.
I sat in a corner rocking back and forth whispering for my mommy and my Edward.
You never realize how much you love your mom until you are put in a situation like this, and you would give up your whole world to be comforted in her arms.
But I didn't have a mom anymore.
Not physically.
I know they always say
"I'm always in your heart"
But honestly, it's really just not the same at all.
It wasn't until atleast an hour later that one of the other women tried to talk to me.
"Hi. I'm Angela, and this is Jessica."
I slowly looked up, my face stained with obvious tears.
"Hi,"
I whispered croakily, my voice breaking.
"I know it's not easy honey I know."
The one named Angela said.
She was plain, but pretty.
Dark hair and a lean figure.
You could tell both women were much too skinny.
Her hair had tangles and was pulled up into a messy pony tail, but hair sticking out everywhere.
"You'll get through it, I swear you will darling."
Angela said.
"How do you know? You haven't!" I said a little louder, fresh tears pooling beneath my eyes.
"I know, just stay strong."
I didn't want to hear it.
I blocked the woman out for as long as possible, until I was forced back into reality by the cellar door being pushed open.
"Food."
A new man said throwing things at us.
After he was done delivering he left.
I looked at the items given.
A bottle of water and an off-brand hot pocket.
"The waters drugged."
A cold new voice said.
I looked up to see it was the one she called Jessica speaking.
She had blonde hair streaked with dirt from the cellar floors hanging tangled at her shoulders.
She had a beaten face with cuts and bruises, one of her eyes black and swollen shut. Her lip also had a deep cut in it.
"Drink as little as possible until your sold."
She said.
"Sold?"
I breathed.
"Do you not know what human trafficking is? Wow you're as stupid as you look."
she snapped.
"I know what it is. I'm not an idiot, but I don't belong to anyone. My husband-"
I retorted.
"Is who you wont ever see again. Do you know where we are?"
she interrupted.
"No,"
I answered honestly while drinking my water.(Which had been opened and that fact did not go unnoticed.)
"Then how e-fucking-xactly do you plan on your husband knowing where you are?"
She said husband like it was a dirty word.
"He's a Mob-"
"Lay off Jess."
Angela piped in.
"Look, were not doing anything by fighting if we ever want to get out of here. And-"
"How do you think were getting out? SUPERMAN? Dont be such a fucking idiot Angela! Were going to be sold, raped, and killed! I'm never going to see my children and husband again, your never going to see your boyfriend and family ever again, and this BITCH I could care less about!"
I was shocked by her words. Only some phased me though.
Children.
Husband.
Family.
All the things I have ever wanted are gone in an instant.
A new kind of sob overtook me. I couldn't help it.
I was never going to start a family with Edward.
I was never going to see my family again.
I was never going to see my friends again.
Just the person who 'buys' me.
I was never going to see Edward again.
EPOV
My Bella couldn't have just picked everything up and go.
Could she...?
I grabbed my cell phone and fiercely flung it open.
I dialed the number of my worker and connections.
"Pick fucking up!"
I roared flinging my paperweight across the room and hitting the wall with a loud thump.
"Lahote."
he picked up sounding a bit distracted.
"I need you to do a tracking on someone."
I rushed.
"Who?"
He asked with a tone of undivided attention.
"Isabella Marie Swan-Cullen."
I hadn't told him I was married. Made me seem soft. It also provided the perfect weakness for me.
….
click
Oh SHIT!
They took her because of me!
What this girl did.
I was doing this to her.
"Okay boss, the test is running... She related to you or something?"
he questioned.
"Hurry. Do we need to have a talk about personal boundaries again?"
"No sir. Sorry sir."
he said.
I had given Bella a small tracking device to keep In her bra 24/7.
What?
I'm a mob boss people are after me all the time.
Damn I hope she's wearing a bra.
I don't!
A voice in the back of my head said, or was that coming from my dick?
Isn't it a little odd to be thinking about sex when my wife's in danger?
Ugh. Why does she have to be so damn irresistable.
"Umm... okiiee... I found her at a 32 Walsh street."
I threw the phone down and ran out the door.
32 Walsh street... shit thats all the way across town.
Time to push this car to the limit.
I was going 60 miles an hour.
In New York.
Not dangerous at all!
I finally got to my destination.
There was a big empty lot.
With nothing but a sewer drainage.
Leading into an alley.
I would've called for backup, but i'm not letting anything happen to my Bella.
I started running.
I KNOW I KNOW i'm sorry I said this chapter would be longer!
Again sorry for the cliffy guys.
See what I told you? It's getting a little better right?
No? I swear to the big man upstairs it will be great by the next chapter!
Also sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes.
Please RXR!
IF YOUR STILL WITH ME :(
Love Pree!
