A/N: Sorry everyone… I promised this fan fic would be up sooner, but I did not foresee so many problems arising so quickly like… One of my dogs passed away, Finals, and a computer crash so now I am working on my new lap top which I have named Leif Erikson… So far I love Leif more than my PC, but who knows maybe in a month or two, me and Leif will have a huge argument and not speak to each other ever again… Sad really lol well anyway please review I love reading y'alls review no matter how short or long I always love hearing from everyone and hope you enjoy this chapter. Also this took even longer to write because I started to read Harry Potter then got sucked into Harry Potter fanfics… I will not say which pair I have been reading since it is a male pairing, but that probably means I will be working on a new fanfic soon with that pairing for HP.

I woke up to whispers, but I could not make out what they were saying or even see them. As far as I could tell I slipped in and out of consciousness for what seemed like days. I could not tell if I was awake or asleep anymore as my dreams of me being shackled to the ground continually persisted, slightly changing in just small ways. One night or day, I could not tell, I had a very different kind of dream -- an amazing dream that I know could never come true. There I was in Eric's huge bed, waiting for him to arrive and just when I thought I heard someone come in, I looked down and there was a little box on my knee, but no one around. I picked up the blue velvet box and started to open it slowly, but just as I was about to see what was inside, I woke up to a nightmare, the nightmare I had feared for so long.

I looked around me and all I could see was wall to wall concrete, nothing else but the door with a peep hole, the shackles around my ankle, and the hard cot I was laying on. I could not wrap my mind around where I was or where I had been before this. All I remembered was my legs being wrapped around Eric's waist in Merlotte's and his sweet voice telling me he loved me. That was when I noticed I was still wearing my uniform.

I sat up on the cot and looked around the room. It was very small, like the size of a bathroom, and cold which caused me to shiver. I examined the shackle around my ankle that seemed to be now cutting into my skin and did not see any way around getting it off unless I decided to break my own ankle. I laid on the cot for hours with still no idea of what time or day it could possibly be. Now that I was finally awake I did not feel like I could ever sleep again – well, as long as I was in this dungeon. When I noticed my ankle started to bleed I heard voices right outside the door and I quickly rolled over facing the wall so whoever it was would just assume I was still sleeping. When they opened the door I could finally hear what the two men were saying.

"What are we supposed to do with her?"

"I don't know or care. She is a disgusting vampire whore. How can people fuck something dead like that? I have a hard enough time getting a woman to be with me now because they all want vamps."

"I do not want to hear about your problems Jeffery. I just want this bitch to be burned like the rest of the god forsaken vampires out there. "

Were they talking about me? They had to be, but what had I really done so wrong? I have known vampires who were much more decent and kind than normal humans I have known who would call me crazy for being able to read minds like some kind of freak. I did not care what these people thought of me and my love for Eric. I might never have been able to go on if it had not been for him… and Bill… I guess he is, after all, the one that introduced me to this magical world that has released me from my never-ending abyss.

The two men talked for a little while longer and then one left and Jeffery stayed, still not knowing I was awake.

"Even if she is whore she is still hot…Wonder how long it will take Charlie to get back?"

One of the raw deals to reading minds was that if you are not facing the person "speaking" you cannot tell whether they are speaking aloud or just random thoughts. This man's thoughts were getting worse by the minute. I started praying for Charlie's return… Of course I could not be sure whether or not Charlie would be the same as Jeffery; I prayed he wouldn't.

"He went to go speak to the boss so I am sure it will be awhile till he returns. I deserve a little fun before then."

God no, what am I going to do? Maybe the door won't be locked and I can make a run for it.

I heard the man get up and walk over to my cot and I could hear his heavy breathing.

"Oy, Wake up" he said as he shook me violently to wake me up.

I turned over, rubbing my eyes and acting as if I had just been awaken from a wonderful dream; I gave him a slight smile hoping his guard would be taken down by it… it was. I kicked him as hard as I could in the nuts and took off for the door, but just before I reached it he pulled me back by my hair and threw me onto the cot again.

"Now that was a very idiotic thing to do, I WAS going to be polite about this, but now I think it should be really fun with you putting up a fight. That's what I like in a girl."

"GET OFF ME YOU SICK PERVERT!!!"

"Why are you yelling babe? No one can hear you. Not here, not now and even if they could, they would not help a fang-banger like you."

I knew he was telling the truth, but still I could not just sit by and let this man rape me. As Jeffery started to rip off my shirt I felt around for something, anything that could help me get out of this situation, I HAD to get to that door if there was even the slightest chance it was open I would take it.

"Nice tan, are your breasts just as tan? Guess we will find out huh?"

That's when I felt it, the gun strapped around his waist. The man unhooked my bra and I took the gun out as quickly as I could and hit him over the head with it. Hopefully that would knock him out for awhile. I ran to the single door, but unfortunately it was locked, LOCKED! I did not know what I was going to do -- maybe the man had a key or something. But before I could turn around to make sure he was still unconscious he was right behind me with a huge grin on his face.

I stumbled with my words for a minute, but was finally able to point the gun at the man and say, "Get away from me. I will shoot you if you come any closer!"

"With what? That unloaded gun in your hands?"

It was true. I searched his thoughts and it was true that there were no bullets in this gun. He had just brought it to frighten me with. I threw the gun at him, aiming for his head and ran across the other side of the room hoping for something else to help me, but there was nothing, but his chair…his chair.

"There is nowhere to go missy. You are trapped like a little fox in a hole. Don't worry, you will feel everything."

A/N : Sorry such a short chapter, but I know a lot of people have been waiting for this so I did not want to make them wait any longer…Please review…