A/N: This chapter was pretty easy to type, but that is only because I changed POVs (the POV change is pretty obvious. I mean, who else would be doing the deed and describing it in this hallucinatory way?). It's easier to write about a hated character being delusional than it is to write about a loved character being in tortured against her will. So when you all read this, don't hate me. Sorry if you all think this chapter is sickening, but I warned you all that this story would include rape and it did. See you at the bottom of the page.

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 5: MINE FOR THE TAKING

Was I ready to take this girl?

To take her, mark her as my own both physically and mentally? The only answer my mind and heart could come up with was yes, I was ready.

As I unbuckled my jeans, I couldn't help but see the look in her wide brown eyes, the almost hidden wonder in their tone that showed me that she was truly looking forward to what I was about to do. No, I thought. She isn't just looking forward to it, she's anticipating it. Anxiously. I looked forward to making her my own, to taking her before any other stranger could do so. She'd probably already had intercourse with another man before, but I would make her forget all about that, give such her pleasure that she wouldn't feel so sad about being here, with me. Surely no man could have ever given the pleasure that I was about to give her.

Her naked form still recoiled into the wall, her shyness coming back. But she wasn't blushing now like she had been earlier. This just showed me how much of a seductress she truly was. Shy towards larger company, she was a vixen in the bedroom, probably feisty as well as she had been when she had rammed me out in the alley. Her face had been slightly marred by the skin tearing against the concrete slabs, but otherwise, she was beautiful. The blood that had been slightly smeared across her skin even after I had wiped it down just added the alluring color to her skin that matched her blush.

I didn't particularly feel bad about taking her down when she tried to run. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have gotten the chance to see her beauty, to show her just exactly how much my need to keep her now ruled my thoughts. And I wouldn't fail at my task. She was mine now and mine alone. Other men would take her if they paid for her services, services I was sure she would excel at, but she would only truly want me. That was enough for me to accept orders from Aro and Caius to make her work. She very well couldn't be a supervisor like Victoria. No, she was much too rebellious, too used to having no leash. I would break her like a wild mustang and she would have the bark but no bite.

My pants were unzipped and I quickly kicked off my shoes before allowing the jeans to pool around my feet. Her eyes were wide with an emotion I was familiar with that I could only mark as admiration. I smirked at how the color was slowly coming back to her pale, stoic looking face. She had obviously been trying so hard to keep up the charade that she didn't want me, but it wasn't working now. Soon, I would be able to see the pleasure written clearly all over her face, dominating her body, taking her over and pushing her instincts to the forefront of our passion.

My shirt had somehow removed itself while I focused intently on Bella, pulling her up from the floor and guiding her protesting form to the bed. I supposed it was a futile last attempt to pretend that she didn't want this. We both knew that this was a mutual act that we were about to commit, an act that she wanted even more desperately than I did. So when she continued her struggles even when I laid her down on the bed, I decided it was best to crush her overdriven pride and handcuffed her wrists above her head. The pleasurable torture she would endure would make up for her inability to cooperate with me.

When I was finally able to remove my remaining clothing, she finally saw me. As if they weren't wide enough, her brown eyes seemed to just dilate into black orbs, full of anxiety and more. I could see the lust pouring from her, even though she hid it well. Her pathetic cries of protest were merely a cover for her lust-induced moans and pants. That I would reveal all in due time.

Eagerly, I straddled her waist, allowing her to feel some of my weight on her, to get more comfortable. I was ready for her now, my erection already becoming slightly painful from her arousing moans. But I wanted to get to see the eagerness overtaking her brazen eyes as I prepared her for me. So instead of entering her immediately, I allowed my hands to run down from her neck to her breasts, just barely allowing my thumbs to run over the peaks of her breasts. Her eyes widened in surprise and she tried to pull away. Another futile attempt at playing hard to get. I wouldn't stand for it.

I leaned down and captured her breast in my mouth, taking my time to show her that it was okay to moan for me to continue, to express her pleasure. Her legs, trapped behind me, tried to lift over me to push me back. Maybe next time, when she was more willing to accept this pleasure, I would allow her to dominate me….but chances were slim. I wanted to show her where her place was and that she couldn't change it unless I allowed it. Even then, I would have complete control of the situation.

The strange thing about Bella was that though she protested, she never screamed, never showed me how desperately she was trying to stop my ministrations. Her heavy pride was ruling her, not even allowing her a better chance of maybe getting me to stop. True, I would never stop even if she begged on my mother's grave, but this also meant that it would be harder to break her, to get her to scream my name as I reached my peak within her.

Finally, annoyed that I had yet to hear a sigh of defeat or even an involuntary hip thrust into my already aroused member, I pulled back slightly and watched her eyes. A hint of hope sparked in her eyes as I moved my hips down closer to her thighs. Maybe she was ready for me to take her. I sincerely hoped so.

And with a hard thrust, I unexpectedly entered Bella. My shaft hit something on the way in, a barrier that I wasn't aware would be there. That is, until realization came over me and I realized that she was a virgin…and I was her first. I swelled with pride that I would be her first and only lover. My body shook with anticipation of what was to come, the tightness of her center making it hard to concentrate. When I was finally able to look up at her, the look on her face almost made me forget that I was in her. Her eyes had popped wide open in shock, her mouth open in a silent cry before a clear cry of pain escaped her throat. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes and I leaned forward. I was pleased. The pain I caused her, only I would be able to do that. This sort of pain I was happy to cause, happy to participate in. Because in the end, she would never forget it.

With my mouth by her ear, I bit her lobe gently. "You are mine, Isabella." And with that, I rocked my hips to push myself even further into her, reveling in her pained expression, knowing it would all be worth it.

Seeing her incapable of stopping me even for a moment, I drove myself in and out of her harder and harder, taking her cries and thrashes as signs that her walls were slowly but surely crumbling around her. I was laying waste to her pride and preparing to show her that this weakness was okay. Watching her eyes close tightly, tearing at the corners as her mouth opened in gasps and cries, I allowed myself to lose even more control. But when I felt myself growing, expanding within her center walls as my member prepared to climax, I realized that she wasn't there yet. For some odd reason, I felt the need to allow her to climax with me, to show her that pleasure could come from this pain. And I already knew that she had loved the pain. But I also wanted her to realize that she was done, that her pride no longer ruled her. That I was her new master.

My fingers began working on the apex of legs, pinching roughly, allowing her more pain to come with her pleasure.

"Scream my name, Isabella," I whispered, not wanting to miss anything she would say. Instead, her teary eyes opened and she shook her head, fear of losing control, of losing her walls, took over. I worked her bundle of nerves harder and she cried out. "Scream my name," I demanded. With another jerky shake of her head, I lost a bit of my control and allowed my hand to pull away before slapping her hard against her rear. She screamed unexpectedly, waking something inside me that I could only describe as even more fiery hot arousal. My hand pulled back again on its own accord before slapping again, a resounding smack hitting the air. Another scream entered the room before whimpers took their place.

Leaning forward one more time, I bit her ear harder than before and whispered, "Scream my name."

"James!" she screamed, her head shaking back and forward as defeat washed over her. I smirked down at her as I continued to pound into her, harder and harder, empowered by my win. Moments later, her legs began quaking on the bed, her body shaking as her climax shook her and pulled me along with it. Her body tightened around me and milked me.

After allowing myself to use her body to milk myself of the last of my orgasm, I pulled out of her before collapsing beside her, the chains clinking loudly in the air along with my heavy breathing and her sobbing. Her sobs were a good sign, a sign that the experience had been memorable enough. She would never forget me or how I made her scream like no one else ever had. I hastily unclasped the cuffs around her arms and allowed her to bring them down to the bed so she could turn. As soon as they were released, she attempted to get up, but I pulled her back to me and stole her lips in deep kiss. She didn't even attempt to kiss back, her lips staying completely still against my own. I was disappointed, to say the least. After all my efforts, she was still stubborn. And then I had a revelation.

"We'll have to work on that stubbornness again, won't we Isabella?" Her eyes widened with fear of what was to come, fear of breaking into even more pieces, but I just smirked at her. After all, she was mine for the taking.

A/N: This chapter was freaking wrong. Not in the sense that it wasn't what I wanted but in the sense that the things that happened in it were sickening, twisted…horrible. Realize that while I didn't want this to happen, it needed to. You all need to understand the severity of human trafficking and rape is a HUGE part. These women and children, they don't have a choice. They are slaves of the modern world.

So I know I probably disappointed some people with this chapter's contents, but it's all as realistic as it could possibly get. Even the part where Bella reached climax. For some rape victims, they do reach their peak even if they are unwilling participants of the act. Just because they know they don't want to feel any pleasure from a painful experience doesn't mean that your body can't betray you.

Anyway, I can't keep on writing for tonight. I still haven't finished my assignment and it's due tomorrow. I have to finish a research paper by tomorrow morning.

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