A/N: Hello my fabulous readers. Sorry it took so long to update, I'm currently a sick fucking bitch, I had to get emergency surgery on my ear on Friday because I would have gone deaf if I hadn't... You know, daily basis sort of shit.
ANYWHO. If your still reading this I love you, your awesome, ON TO CHAPTER FOUR!
p.s. I'll rewrite this chapter in Edward POV as well. Just to capture the emotion.
AGAIN FOR THE FOURTH TIME! WARNING OF RAPE IN THIS CHAPTER! AVERT THOUGH EYES IF NOT ATLEAST 18!
( as if anyone would listen.)
also i'm not Stephanie Meyer.
Chapter four
Bella's POV
I lay shivering in the cold depths of the night, a corner of my cage, I rock with my hands on my ears.
Silent tears erupt from my red and swollen brown eyes.
Edward.
I love you so much Edward.
I'm so sorry.
It wasn't until later that the familiar beefy man with the clammy hands busted into the room, the smell of vodka and cigars on his breath.
"SLUThzzss.. He raised a big fat finger in my direction. I'm...use...U.
He slurred.
My eyes widened as I slowly sat up, rubbing my abused eyes with the back of my wrists.
His words registered and shock rang through my body like an electric shock.
"No... Please..."
I attempted to reason, as I slid my frail body closer to the farthest corner away from the frightening man.
"YES. Come, whore."
His language was perfectly clear now, as if he was acting when he first graced us with his presence.
Us.
My eyes began to scan the room in search of the two other women,
I could only see Angela,
who layed curled in a ball in a corner of the cage.
Before I could wonder where Jessica was, I found the cage door being unlocked and the man trying to burst in.
I caught a glimpse of his nametag, it read Felix.
I tried to scream, I opened my moth but it was totally mute.
The tears fell harder as he wrapped his huge paws around my small hands and thrust me out of the
cage, onto the ground outside.
I expected a further rein of hits, but instead he did something
even more frightening.
Even more scarring.
Even more offensive.
Even more angering.
He grabbed me by the shirt of my ripped, dirty white, bloody dress brought me up to his eye level and smashed his lips to mine.
I've never felt less attracted to a man in my life.
My body stiffed, realizing it made no use to fight back.
I kept my lips in a firm line, not letting his tongue get even close to mine.
He pulled back after what seemed like hours.
"Open your mouth bitch!"
I kept my lips hard.
"Open. Your FUCKING MOUTH!"
he yelled.
My eyes widened from fear, and again, expecting further abuse, my eyes shut tight, and my lips parted slightly by accident.
Even though my mouth was opened he would not let my disobedience go unpunished.
Before I was allowed to wonder what he was to do, he quickly took his hand and slid it under my dress hem slowly, trying to be sexy?
Ugh.
I shivered at that thought.
Yeah right, cocksucker!
Your not sexy.
I snickered in my head.
Shit!
Why was his hand in my dress?
I suddenly felt an unwanted presence at the opening of my core.
"NO!"
I cried, but it was too late, something was inside of me.
It was not his hand or penis.
What was it?
Suddenly I felt a sharp ripping pain from inside of my vagina.
I felt the warmth of blood and smelt the rust.
My world went black for the second time in two days.
I awoke in a dingy looking cage, this was different, somehow colder and less accompanied.
Angela was not in sight.
The cage was also darker.
There was water in the opposite corner of the cage. I swallowed hard, apparently I was thirsty. I began my journey to crawl attempting silently, when I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen.
I tried to ignore it as much as possible.
Maybe he hit me.
Again.
I settled on not moving my back legs.
I used my upper arm strength (almost nonexistent) to slide myself to that corner.
When I reached the water I hurriedly unscrewed the cap and downed the whole bottle.
Fuck the drugs.
I drank so fast, I coughed.
Loud.
My mistake!
Suddenly the darkness of the cage was gone, and realized just how small it was.
But then I looked around. There was Felix, knife in hand, grinning at me impossible ugly, standing in an unfamiliar room, that didn't look so different from the last, like I was still in the same building, just relocated...?
"Awake are we hoe?"
he said, twisting the knife in his grubby paws.
It was then that I noticed the knife had blood on it.
I gagged at this new found fact.
"What's it to you?"
I spat unthinkingly.
"Watch yourself slave."
he growled, pointing the knife at me.
He opened the cage door and this is when the fear really started to hit me.
I attempted to slide back, to be met with that familiar pain in my womanhood.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
" Open your mouth now, BITCH!"
he yelled.
I complied immediately,
remembering last time I did not open my mouth to his command.
He slid the knife in my moth, much to my dismay as I tried to back away.
He cleaned the blood off into my mouth.
The taste and just the thought of that action had me emptying the contents of my stomach in front of me.
Tears began to fall into the pile of vomit.
"Your going to regret that bitch."
he said out of characterly smooth voiced.
He took my hair and ignored the screaming, wherever that was coming from.
Oh.
Me.
Teehee.
And took me from the cage to be met with a large table with many straps.
He ignored my pleas of
I'm so sorry',
please don't hurt me',
'My husbands going to fucking kill you',
and proceeded to drag me onto the table.
He tied my hands so that they were both above my head, and my legs were brought out into the splits.
Damn you flexibility!
He took the same knife out from his pocket and held it out in front of my tear stained face.
"This is who you fucked last night hoe, ready for another round?"
he spat.
"NO!"
I yelled.
He took the knife and easily sliced my dress open.
"Nonono ….
pleasepleaseplease
Ill be good.
Ill be good.
Ill be good!"
I whined in one last attempted plea, the tears coming down harder than ever.
Soon my dress was gone in tatters on the cold floor and I was left totally exposed and naked.
A blush spread across my beaten cheeks as I factored this in.
My endless tears fell everywhere as he slid the dagger down to my breasts and stopping at my nipple, which much to my fucking dismay hardened at the cold blade of the knife.
He pressed roughly, but not enough to break the skin, forcing another sob and plea from me.
He slid it down south to my entrance and laid the flat of it against my swollen hole.
Huh.
That's where the pain came from.
Then he stopped and through the knife down.
"I'm going to make you come so hard, and your going to be a good fuck."
he muttered taking his belt off.
His words and actions pieced together in my head, and involuntarily I was thrashing around.
It didn't stop as his now unclothed body began to climb atop of me.
My body was meant to be for Edward and Edward fucking only you douche!
My thrashing didn't stop as I felt the head of his dick enter me.
Just the head, thank god, I might have passed out if it was anything else.
However he was much smaller than my extremely gifted husband.
To my approval, my pussy did not become wet.
But to my extreme pain it stayed dry as he kept his head in.
"You like that bitch?"
he questioned in a husky growl.
"NO! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! FUCK YOU! FUCK. YOU. FUCK YOU!
The thrashing proceeded, and as he tried to enter further in my hurting pussy, which was cut open from the knife and in immense pain, I heard a familiar growl, one that was sexy, and at the same time menacing.
I was still thrashing around and yelling insults at my rapist, went suddenly his presence was gone and a new one was in the room.
I heard a loud bang as something hit the concrete wall.
Edward!
I was frozen still, cold, naked, bound, and embarrassed, but I was happy.
My Edward was here, and now everything was coming back together.
It would all be okay.
I watched them fight on the ground until I heard a loud bang, a gunshot.
Edward rose from the ground looking slightly disgruntled and extremely agonized.
Was he the one who got shot?
I examined his body quickly.
No. My baby was safe.
I made do quickly with my bindings and I was free.
He quickly put a robe on me that he was carrying.
I fell apart in his arms and cried.
" Are you okay? "
I cried/questioned
"Oh Edward!
Oh Edward!
I'm so sorry, I'll never be mad at you again!
Oh I love you so much.
Please don't leave!"
I sobbed.
I heard the ever so often
"Shhh Bella it's alright. I'm here."
And here he was.
My savior, my love.
He would never leave me.
At some point other men showed and surrounded us as he carried me to his Volvo, me still in pieces in his arms.
I continued to sob, as he got one of his guards to drive as me caressed me in his lap.
He didn't say much, this was weird.
Something was off.
I couldn't bring myself to question it, he was here.
That's all that matters.
My savior, my love, was here.
My savior, my love, could never leave me.
Never.
A/N(again)
You must hate me for that vague, questioning cliffy! Wow, I can't believe I'm on the fourth chapter! It may seem little to you guys but its a huge mother fucking accomplishment to me! :D so.. On to discussing this story.
The Edwards POV will for sure be up tomorrow, I would have put it up tonight but I am still checking this at 9:08. I literally just started writing this then posted it, that what imma do with The EPOV as well. So as I said IM a sick bitch. Go easy on me. If your lucky I might just reveal to you what is off about Poor Eddie! Why was he agonized?
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OMG BTW: Pree is my nickname. My name is Priscilla guys. God what do you think my mom hated me? Everybody's like wtfip? WHO THE FUCK IS PREE? Well, mb! ME BITCHES!
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