Summary: Taken by men who are going to rent me out to strangers that will take advantage of me…Brilliant. This wasn't bad luck. It was my sentence to hell. Rated M for adult themes including rape and slavery.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters.

HUMAN TRAFFICKING PART 2: REALIZATION (part 1)

BPOV

Consciousness didn't come to me until long after I had actually opened my eyes. I could see, but nothing seemed real, like I was in a dream. The walls were stone gray and seemed to expand before collapsing back in on me. My body didn't seem to be under the control of my mind. Instead, I felt nothing. Nothing made sense.

After awhile, feeling in my limbs began to come back, the feel of needles fresh inside my skin. At first, I laid limply wherever I was. But as time grew on, I began to wiggle around, trying to maybe get a grasp of my surroundings or perhaps even whether or not I was alive or dead. But soon, I began to realize that maybe being alive wasn't what I wanted. I could hear the clanks of chains, the sound of someone crying and moaning in pain, and the scent fear, sweat, and tears was practically wafting through the cold air. When I finally started seeing everything, my fears grew. The clanking didn't come from imaginary chains. The tears didn't come from imaginary girls. The sweat and tears and fear were all too real, and they were taking over me as well. Because all the sounds and cries and pain, it was all coming from me.

"You're finally awake." The voice was familiar, but I couldn't tell from where. My head turned to the sound and my body froze in awareness. It was the man from the alley, standing over me with a strangely too innocent smile on his face. To say he wasn't handsome would be an understatement. He had blonde hair that was tied messily at the nape of his neck and arctic blue eyes that pierced through me in the worst way. He wore a black leather jacket and jeans that were tattered along the hip and knees. His look intimidated me and I pulled as far away as I could. I hadn't realized that I was being held down until I attempted to move my wrists. Both were handcuffed tightly to the bed frame of a bed I didn't know I was laying on. I felt like I was being invaded, trapped at his mercy. He continued to smile at me and I began to shudder.

I stuttered, "W-who are you?" His smile widened and he lowered down to my level. His hand reached for me but I shrunk away. His eyes narrowed and his hand went to my neck, holding it, but not choking me. They were large and hot, too hot. He leaned closer to me and caressed my face with his free hand. My eyes were wide when I stared at him. What was he doing?!

"James," he whispered in my ear. Before he pulled away, his nose grazed my hairline and jaw, breathing deeply, leaving goosebumps in his trail. "Mmmm…flowers." I gasped and tried to pull away from him, but his hand stayed at my throat, never leaving my skin.

"James!" He sighed angrily and swiftly turned around before growling out, "What?" He was glaring at a man with shoulder length black hair and another man with shoulder length, pure as snow, white hair. The black haired man shook his head and looked at me momentarily before looking back at James.

"You shouldn't taunt the girl. She doesn't owe us anything." He spoke with a thick Italian accent and acted as if I wasn't even there, ignoring the fact that I was practically being molested by a strange man. But that was beside the point. What did he mean by that?

"But she saw us, Aro! We can't let her go anyway. We might as well get the most out of it." He caressed my cheek again and I jerked my head away. The white haired man nodded and spoke. "It's true, Aro. Let James have his fun. Besides, she will need to be prepared for it anyway. She's still young. She's a perfect candidate for fitting in with the others." He stared at me in disgust for a moment before turning away and leaving. The man called Aro sighed and turned to me.

"You are Isabella Swan." It wasn't a question. I didn't reply in any way and ignored him. "I apologize for Caius. He doesn't know how to act in the presence of a beautiful, young lady." I wanted to scoff but I refrained. Was chaining a girl to a bed against her will any better than acting as if I was worthless?

Aro turned away and left me alone with James whom was staring at me intently. Embarrassed, I did my best to will my cheeks not to blush. My wishes were futile. A bright red blush appeared on my face and down my neck, the heat annoying. A smile spread over James face and he leaned in close. His eyes closed and he smelled me again. The blush wouldn't leave and I internally cursed my body for betraying me when I faced this embarrassment. He sighed again. A sigh of contentment. "What perfume are you wearing?" The question threw me off guard but I kept my mouth shut. I didn't remember putting on perfume this morning. In fact, I only owned one bottle of perfume and I hadn't even opened it yet. Renee had bought it for me but I had always wondered what "Seduction Unleashed" could possibly smell like. But the thought of my mother brought a lump to my throat. Would I ever see her again?

He paid no mind to my lack of response and instead gathered a bundle of items from the floor. I recognized them immediately: my wallet and my apartment keys. He took the wallet and opened it with careful hands. Inside were a picture of Renee and Charlie, my father, standing next to me after my graduation. I blinked the tears that had begun forming in my eyes. I probably would never see Renee and Charlie again. James lifted the wallet to his nose and breathed in. His eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned, "It even smells like you."

The click of heels interrupted James but he didn't move away from me. An accented woman's voice penetrated the silence. "James, Caius wants you to bring the new girl to the barracks. She needs to be introduced to the others." He sighed angrily and stood up, dropping the wallet and grabbing the chains that held me to the bed and unlocking them. As soon as I could, I rubbed my wrists that ached from being pulled too hard. The woman had fiery red hair that was curled and wild looking. She stared longingly at James before glaring at me. My body tensed again. Her eyes were a hard mint green color. There was nothing to them but anger and hate.

"Very well then, Victoria. I'll take her." The woman huffed and strutted out of the room. James pulled me to my feet and turned me to face him. He stared into my eyes and let his hand rest on my cheek. His breath was in my face, minty but too warm. Adrenaline rushed through me as fear set in , but I couldn't move. It was awkward and uncomfortable for me, but my body was frozen with fear.

"Isabella," he murmured quietly. His face inclined down to me and he leaned forward, his eyes closing and his lips open. I tried to pull away but his arms were now wrapped around my waist, pulling me even closer. Just a couple centimeters closer and his lips would be on mine. My first kiss now that I thought about it and it would be with a total stranger.

"James!" He opened his eyes with a bit of anger flashing through the ice before guiding me to the door of the room. Saved by the jealous, angry foreign woman, I thought humorlessly. Just as I was walking through the door, I saw that James had gone back to the bed and pocketed my wallet, but not before taking a long whiff of it.

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