Please be warned. There is a descriptive rape scene so if that would probably bother you don't continue. If you don't think you can stand to read it, don't.

It was another one of the men.

This one looked like he should be the youngest but I knew he wasn't, Edward was.

His name was Jasper, as I had heard the other women call him.

It was bright outside and the sun caught and glistened on his blond hair. It was a beautiful dirty blonde that was longer then the others. When he tilted his head at the right angle it would get in his eyes until he would swipe his hand through his hair pushing it back in place.

I was still curious as to why he was out here. Laundry was our job and I had never seen one of the men take an interest in lending a hand.

I didn't stare though. My hands began working at brining the sheets down from the line. I worked quickly at trying to pull each clothes pin off and getting them into the basket.

He didn't look at me. He just seemed to stalk around, circling in on what seemed to be his prey. Me.

His figure inched closer to mine as my hands worked in a furry to pull the sheets off giving me a valid excuse to leave.

He disappeared for a moment and my heart rate slowed down but then I could feel that sense again. He was standing behind me.

I could smell his sent on the wind each time it blew by me; it was like sawdust and newly cut grass. It hung heavy in my nose reminding me that he wasn't getting any further away. I could feel that his body was only a few steps behind me and I could hear the very steady and faint sound of his breathing.

My arm stilled in mid grasp of one of the corner of the sheets as I felt one of his fingers curling one of the whips of my hair around it.

A small light gasp escaped my mouth. I wasn't sure what to do.

I understood that I was Edwards pet and I figured that just how it was. There were four women and four men, pairs I figured.

Why was one of the men other then Edward touching me?

I didn't know if this was allowed, if this was just part of it, but it didn't feel right.

I started to take a step forward towards the house but his fingers gripped my hair keeping me in place and forcing me to make a small squeak.

I stopped my movements and he continued to touch my hair.

He continued to stand behind me as he picked up different wisps of hair and running them through his fingers till they fell back down against me.

I felt him press the front of his body against the back of mine and that made a whimper escape from my throat. He didn't move so I attempted a louder shriek which prompted one of his hands to swiftly move up to my mouth.

"You don't want to do that Bella" he said. His face was right against my ear and his lips practically grazing my cheek. Another small whimper came from my throat as he held his hand there over my mouth.

"Oh Bella. Sweet, new Bella" he cooed into my ear.

"To be honest, we don't usually share. None of us are good at that around here. Oh, but Edward sure did pick a nice one". His voice was soft and almost a whisper. His southern accent was heavy and made it hard for me to understand what he was saying but I didn't need him to spell it out for me.

"I'm quite jealous to be honest, Bella, and Edwards not here at the moment so I don't think he would mind if I just had a sample of what he gets to have every night". "That seems fair doesn't it Bella?" he said.

I tried to shriek once more and this time I lifted my legs from the ground so that he might drop me but his grip tightened in lightning speed and I practically hang there from his arm. My sounds became frantic and he took this time to drag me from the spot we were at.

He dragged me deeper into the wooded area, you didn't have to move far too loose sight of the house and believe you were miles away from anyone.

We ended a couple hundred feet from the original spot and pulled me to the ground. I tried to move but he kneeled on my stomach making it hard for me to breath let alone move.

His hair was tousled and messy from the struggle and hung in front of his eyes and a few pieces clung against his moist forehead.

His eyes were so much deeper then I had ever seen them. Dark and full of need.

He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it.

"You have to understand Bella" he said, his words much more ragged and rushed now from the strain of dragging me.

"I have to know what its like to have you for my own, if only for a moment".

My eyes were beginning to burn with tears and I couldn't wipe them away.

I wanted to scream and scream but his hand held tight over my mouth while his other hand caressed my face. His deep eyes looked all over me in need. His fingers traced over my lips and over the dips of my collarbone slowly and methodically. He didn't move his hand from my mouth, probably in fear of my screaming but just touched all over my body that he could with the one hand.

After a moment his hand dipped into his back pocket and a knife emerged.

"Do you see this Bella?" he said. "All you have to do is make one noise to arouse anyone's suspicions and I could easily take care of you. I could get rid of you and easily tell Edward you ran away. He would get someone new and nothing would ever happen to me".

"All you have to do is scream, Bella. I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth and I don't want you to do anything. The only thing you will do is what I tell you and you will do it".

His hand was gripping the knife so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

He was right, if anything happened to me Edward could easily find a new pet and his family would never turn him in because in hand they would be handing themselves over.

I understood, so I simply looked up at him and tried to shake my head the best I could with the weight of his hand over my mouth.

"That's a good Bella" he said. "I knew the moment I saw you we wouldn't have to worry about you. That's why I want you so bad Bella. So obedient, so willing".

His hand slowly slipped from my mouth with one last pleading stare from him. The hand without the knife began to grip at my breast brutally as his face dipped in towards mine. He began to kiss me and force my lips open with his tongue but I whipped my head back and fourth making it hard for him. He eventually gave up trying to kiss me though I could tell he wasn't happy that I didn't totally cooperate.

With both hands he grasped each side of my cotton dress ripping it down the middle exposing my breasts still held in by a bra.

He grabbed a breast with each hand and squeezed them tightly while dipping his face in between them kissing and sucking on them.

Low tears and whimpers escaped me but they didn't seem to be loud enough where he cared.

My breasts were becoming increasingly painful with each squeeze and twist he gave them.

With his knife he easily slit the middle of my bra releasing my breast from their restraints.

I laid there on the ground of the forest with his body pinning me down. My head was roughly propped up against a tree which dug into my scalp. I tried to concentrate on the melting colors of the flowers again; trying my hardest to loose myself in their design and movement.

He pulled himself up further on me with his knees practically on my chest. I watched as he tried to scamper to undue his pants. He was trying to move so fast that he stumbled over himself in trying to undue the button. He got the button free from its hold and tried to force his pants as far down as he could in the position he was in.

He pushed them as far as he could and then reached in and pulled out his member. He held it in his grip and said "come on Bella, do it like you do it for Edward", "I want you to pretend I'm Edward".

He held the tip of it at my lips and ran it side to side over them allowing the liquid on the tip to spread its slickness on my lips. I clenched my eyes and lips shut as hard as I could. I felt his hand move around my neck and he chanted to himself "come on, come on, come on.."

The tightness of his hand around my neck made my lips part slightly giving him enough leeway to enter.

With that he grasped my cheeks and forced them to make an "o" shape as he entered my mouth rocking his hips in and out. My eyes watered from the position I was in, making me gag each time.

He moaned, never letting go of my cheeks. After awhile he scooted away from my mouth and ripped my dress until it was completely open in front.

With his knife in hand he slit my underwear so he could easily have access.

His look was so desperate, I wondered if he knew where he was or what he was even doing.

His fingers reached up and forced themselves in my mouth, swirling them around until he removed them and slipped them between my legs.

My body betrayed me and I let out small groans but all I could think about was what was going to happen when Edward found out.

Was he even going to want me? He would probably get rid of me himself once he knew.

Jasper finished touching me and I felt him as he moved himself to sit right outside of my entrance

.

Without hesitation he pushed through and began his thrusts. I laid there limp and unable to think. I stared at the colors again and tried lose myself in them but I could hear him make a sound every now and again and it would bring me back to the moment.

Soon I noticed his pace was quickening and his breath was becoming heavier. The chant of cuss words began and soon he was pulling out only to release on my stomach. I'm sure he wasn't stupid enough to finish inside of me and risk any kind of evidence.

He stilled his movements, still on top of me, and rested his head on my shoulder. I turned my head away from him so that I wouldn't have to catch his stare.

His weight began to shift and he slowly removed himself from on top of me. I continued to lie there, still, as if dead.

As he began to button his pants back up he said:

"Sweet Bella, just as I thought, wonderful" "I see why Edward wants to keep you all to himself"

He rose to his feet "I recommend that you find a way back into the house before Edward gets home and wash yourself up".

I continued to lay there as he finally walked away.

I laid there for hours without as much as a shift in my position.

I just laid there looking at the flowers until it became so dark I couldn't make out their color anymore.

Even when I began to hear my name being screamed from a distance I didn't move. I could hear the different women calling my name and a more masculine voice saying my name in frantic screams. It was probably Edward.

I didn't want to be found I just wanted to lie there and melt into the ground, maybe if I laid there long enough I could melt into the color of the flowers.