Like we've been saying, this story is graphic and mature. The mature part will definitely come into play during this chapter. You have been warned!

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BPOV

Ironically enough, the few days after Jacob's seemingly random attack were the best days I have had since I was brought here. Slipping into the bleak darkness after realizing Edward was screaming left me in a fitful sleep I wasn't able to wake up from. When I did come back to, however, I was in a sitting position wearing a tank top and some panties. The tank top is white and very loose, probably belonging to one of the guys.

When I woke up, I wasn't sure how long I had been unconscious. Every muscle in my body ached and it hurt to breathe. Even shallow breaths were horrendous. I tried to stay quiet, but my whimpers woke Edward up. He looked so relieved to find that I was awake. I noticed that he was also sitting and was now without his jeans, leaving him in some dark boxers with a design on them that I couldn't quite make out from my position across the dim room.

He immediately started crying and asking me if I was okay. My mouth was so dry and my chest hurt too much to answer him, so I just nodded in confirmation. I wanted to comfort him and tell him that I was going to be okay, but I just couldn't seem to find the strength to open my mouth and project the words. My response wasn't very convincing to Edward, who seemed to be having a panic attack. My ears were ringing and I couldn't get the desperate sound of Edward screaming out of my mind.

He explained to me that after I passed out Jacob kept beating me for a few more minutes. Sam eventually ran in and pulled him off. Embry came in a few moments later and lowered me to the ground. He also allowed Edward to remove his pants since they were the same ones that he urinated in.

Embry is younger than all the other guys and is about three years younger than me. He was always the tag along and did everything the other boys told him too. He often got in trouble and willingly took the blame for stunts they put him up to. He was a very sweet child and I am at a loss as to how he ended up being a part of this deadly scheme.

Embry ended up surprising both Edward and me. He became an ally of sorts, while still keeping us hostage. He is the one who cleaned me up and put the clothes back on my body. Edward said he was very gentle when he was handling me.

Edward and I sat in silence for a long time after I regained consciousness, allowing me to physically recover while letting him mentally recuperate.

Later, Embry came back in alone with a box. He gave me a sheepish smile, which I figured was a result of him having to put underwear on my naked body. He gave both Edward and I water and some food. He also brought us small white painter's buckets and allowed us to use the restroom.

He repeated this little routine for four days. He never spoke, and Edward and I decided not to question him, but we always thanked him whenever he came down.

Fortunately, I was healing at a faster rate because of the structured feedings and nutrition I was consuming.

During these four days, we also never got moved back up into standing positions. I haven't seen any of the other guys since the attack, but I am smart enough to know this treatment won't last for too much longer. I know they are planning something. However, I keep my fears to myself in trying to keep Edward as calm as possible in this situation.

"Thinking of the cure for cancer over there?" Edward snickers at what I am sure is a dazed expression on my face.

"Actually, I was wondering what design your panties have on them." I keep my face straight as I see Edward duck his head and let out a groan of embarrassment.

"Oh god, I was hoping you wouldn't notice."

"You thought I wouldn't notice? What else is there to do but stare at each other? Seriously though, what's on your boxers?" I am genuinely curious and glad to have a distraction from my dread of the future.

"There isn't anything on them. I think you need to get some glasses. My dad can maybe prescribe you some." Now I know he is lying.

"Please, Edward." I try to pout but since it has never worked before in my life, I am not sure if I am even doing it correctly. However, I must be doing something right because I hear Edward sigh and hear him whisper, "Lips."

I can barely hear him, but I think he said 'lips.' Seriously?

Part of me wants to tease him and the other part wants to be sure I heard him right.

"What was that?" I ask, cocking my head to the right and raising an eyebrow, like I have seen him do countless times since we have been down here.

"Lips." He says minutely louder.

"Huh? Edward, I can't hear you. You really need to speak up."

"Bella! They are lips okay? And it says 'Lover boy' across my ass! Oh, and to top it off, they are silk!" He is shouting, but I can see the smirk across his beautiful face.

"Oh. Yeah, that's what I thought you said the first time." My poker face breaks and I start laughing uncontrollably. I have to cross my legs because I am afraid I will pee myself with the force of my laughter. Edward is laughing too, with his head thrown back euphorically. His laughter is such a wonderful sound, so carefree and light. It resonates throughout 'our space,' as I affectionately refer to it in my head.

When he brings his eyes back to mine they are sparkling and I can see the crinkles around his eyes, which indicate that he has laughed a lot in his lifetime. I start to wonder if I have any laugh lines. There have not been many opportunities for me to laugh during my short time on earth. Often in the group-home, when you laugh you are accused of doing something bad and are punished.

Edward is still chuckling when his eyes dart down to my bare legs. He abruptly stops laughing and his gaze becomes fixated on my crossed, exposed thighs. I start to blush, but I can't seem to move or speak.

I wait for him to raise his head. When he does, it is very slow and I can literally feel his eyes roaming up my body. When he finally meets my gaze again, I can see the fire in his eyes. The entire room has become charged with this electrical energy that I have never felt before. Is it wrong to feel this amazing tingling sensation throughout my body? I hope it never goes away. So much of my life has consisted of feeling pain or complete numbness, so this new sensation is definitely welcome.

Neither one of us speaks. We continue to stare at each other for an immeasurable amount of time. The only thing that breaks us from our reverie is footsteps. They are coming down the stairs and we soon hear the all too familiar key in the lock and the door flying open.

"Honey, I'm home!" Jared's shrill voice rings out.

He and Paul start laughing while Sam just stares at me with this look that sends a different kind of tingle throughout my body. I know that look. It is pure evil and I have seen it on men many times before. My only hope is that whatever they have planned, they leave Edward out of it. I can handle it, but Edward is barely hanging on. I know this is extremely hard on him and he misses his family so much.

Paul walks over to me and kneels down. He slowly moves his hand and I brace myself, expecting him to hit me or slap me in the face. What he does is worse. He takes his hand and drags it up my thigh and across my stomach to my neck. He then grips my neck and starts to lean in to kiss me. I turn my head away, but his grip just tightens painfully.

"No!" Paul stops gripping my neck but leaves his hand in place.

"Get away from her!" I hear Edward yell and I mentally sigh. Hasn't he learned anything? For being so smart he is sometimes such an idiot. They are going to do what they want no matter what he says. He is in no position to stop them.

"Oh, so you want a piece then?" Paul asks, malice lacing his tone.

"Awww, baby, don't do that to me! I thought you and I had a connection." Jared drawls as he walks over to Edward. He repeats the same motions on Edward that Paul did to me. Now it's my turn to yell out.

"Stop! What do you guys want?" Maybe if I anger them they will forget about Edward and take it out on me.

"We are bored." Sam states simply.

I look at him with an open mouth. He is bored?!? He came down here to fuck with us because he is bored? What happened to Emily? Can't she keep him entertained?

"And we want to play a little game." I know there is more to that, but I can't figure out what just yet.

"Here are the rules… You," He points at Edward, "will fuck her."

It is so quiet that you can hear the birds chirping outside and up the stairwell. Paul and Jared have looks of disappointment on their faces and it is obvious they didn't know what Sam was going to say. But even I know you don't go against Sam. They will do whatever he tells them to do. They can't think for themselves.

"What?!?" Edward screeches. "You have to be kidding me!"

"Does it look like I'm playing? Well, I guess we are playing a game… but I am serious. Are you going to do it?" He is looking at Edward. No one has said anything directly to me yet.

"Hell no I won't do it. I won't be a pawn for you to use as you please."

"Okay." Sam simply states. I know there is something else he has planned. He wouldn't give up that easily. Even Edward looks skeptical, but Sam just nods his head like it is over.

"Paul. You can have her now."

As soon as the words left his mouth Paul jerks me towards him causing my bottom to scrape along the rough cold ground."

"No! Please!" I shout hoping to stop this. I can survive a lot of things, but I am not so sure I can live through being raped by any one of these evil men.

Sam raises his hand to signal for Paul to stop. He looks at me and then starts to speak, explaining the rules of the game.

"You will let Cullen fuck you. If you behave and take it like a good girl, you will both get some food and water later tonight. If not, I will let Paul have you and neither of you will get food. I think the choice is pretty clear and simple, but you two are pretty fuckin' dumb. So, what'll it be, Bells? You going to play nice and let us watch you like the whore you are?"

He looks at me with an eyebrow raised, waiting for my answer. I don't have to think before the word slips out of my mouth.

"Yes."

EPOV

Wait… What. The. Fuck. Did I just hear her correctly? Did she really just agree to… for me to… for us to ummm… Oh god. I think I'm gonna be sick.

No, I must have heard her wrong.

Her big brown eyes told me that I had, in fact, not misunderstood. Her face was set and determined, a vision of absolute strength. Me, on the other hand, I was scared shitless.

She was holding my gaze, trying to communicate silently that everything would be ok. I wasn't so sure.

We are in a fucking cement room. It's chilly, dim, and it smells a little funny. And not only am I a virgin and almost as inexperienced in the sexual department as one can be, but those pricks were going to be watching everything. Not exactly ideal conditions for one's first time having sex.

It's not like I was saving myself for marriage or anything. I honestly just never saw the point in getting close to any humans my age. It would only hurt more when it was time for me to be changed. I would become an immortal and they would remain human, growing old and eventually dying. So, I always just kept to myself.

To top everything off, I… no, we… were being forced to have sex with each other. Granted, we would be getting food, which I was definitely craving, and it would also keep Paul away from Bella. God, I can't even fathom him touching her like that, having her. I would do anything in my power to protect her, chains or no chains.

So yeah, considering our limited options, I guess I can see why Bella agreed so readily. It is the best choice, but fuck… this is not how I envisioned my first time. It's not like I wanted to lose my V-card on a bed of roses with candles all around, but shit.... a concrete floor, chains, and an unwanted audience, not to mention I'm filthy. Ughhh, I can't believe this is actually happening. This is so fuckin' wrong.

Plus, I don't really know exactly what to do, and I don't even know if I'll be able to get it up. Not that I didn't want Bella like that, god… I definitely did. She is beautiful, funny, smart, caring, and fuck she's so sexy. As much as I hated those jerks for taking her clothes and exposing her like that, I can't say I didn't enjoy the view. I can tell that I am beginning to fall for her… hard. I'm glad it's her that I will be going through this with. I just wish things were different. She deserves better.

My anxiety and fears are silenced momentarily as I see Paul walk over to Bella with keys in his hand. He unhooks her chains from the metal ring and then he unlocks the cuff on her left wrist. He latches the cuff to the lower metal ring, which effectively limits Bella's mobility while also allowing her left hand to be free. She is still sitting on the hard floor, but she's shifted so that now her back is to the mutts, who are positioned in front of stairway.

After she is situated, she looks back at me, her face still showing no signs of hesitancy. That's ok because I have enough for the both of us, I'm sure.

I break away from her stare as Jared stomps towards me, keys in hand. He has an amused look on his face. What a bastard.

He unlocks both of my wrist cuffs and pulls me upright. The sudden lack of restraints sends a jolt through my body. I have a fleeting thought that I should make a run for it, but seeing Sam and Paul blocking the stairway shoots that idea down real quick. There's no way I would make it out of here. Not to mention, there's no way I would leave Bella here alone. No, if we get out of here, we are getting out of here together.

I must have been frozen in place while I pondered because I suddenly feel Jared place a loud, open-handed smack right on one of my ass cheeks, hurling me almost half way across the small space towards Bella.

"Get to steppin' Eddie. We don't have all damn day," Sam sneered.

"Yeah Lover boy, I can't wait to see you in action," Jared stated excitedly. Of course I would be wearing the stupid Valentine's boxers.

I took the remaining few steps towards Bella. How the hell was I supposed to do this? There's no way I can with them watching and talking shit.

Then I feel Bella reach up with her free hand, lacing her cold fingers through my own. When our skin touches, I feel a warm, tingly sensation course through my entire body. I'd never felt anything like it before. Looking into her wide eyes, I could tell she felt it too.

God, I have wanted to touch her for so long.

She tugged my hand down, signaling that she wanted me beside her. So I kneeled near her long outstretched legs. They were peppered with bruises and cuts. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my anxiety, as I looked into her eyes.

"It's okay, Edward," she said in a soothing whisper.

"Bella," I started, "it's not okay! This is so wrong. I really don't think I can do this." My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. My breath was coming out in short, quick pants and my eyes were glassy with unshed tears. I needed to get myself under control quickly before I had a full-blown panic attack.

"Edward, we don't have a choice! We have to do this. We need to do this. Just block out those assholes and remember… it's just you and me, okay… you and me." She was rubbing small circles onto the back of my hand. Her small ministrations and calming words were starting to help.

"It's not just that they'll be watching, Bella," I whispered. "I hate that you are being forced into this. It's not fair. You deserve…" but I didn't get to finish.

"Edward," she huffed, "I'll be fine. We can do this." I needed to tell her one more thing…

"Bella, I… I… I've never… done this before."

"Me neither, Edward. I told you, we're in this together."

Her kind words caused a lone tear to escape and trail down my face. With her shackled hand, she reached up to wipe it away with her thumb, but then she left her hand on my cheek. I leaned into her soft caress. She felt so good.

She shyly moved her thumb lower and ghosted it across my bottom lip, causing the sensitive skin there to ignite and making me suck in a breath. I puckered my lips, and softly kissed her thumb.

I then reached my other hand that wasn't still entwined with hers up to wrap around the side of her neck. I could feel her pulse beating quickly against my palm and all I could think was how bad I wanted to suck and lick the delicate skin there.

I could feel myself hardening and my boxers tenting. I faintly heard the sound of those assholes talking and cackling, but I did what Bella said and just tried to block them out. With her as a distraction I was actually pretty successful.

She took her full, pink bottom lip into her mouth and was now biting it. Fuck, it was so sexy when she did that.

I could slowly feel some of my anxiety and fear dissipating, being replaced with feelings of raw want and desire. As fucked up as this situation was, I couldn't control the fact that I fucking craved her.

I tentatively began leaning forward, my eyes locked on her gorgeous mouth. She released her bottom lip and then her tongue snuck out to moisten it. She began leaning in towards me and finally our lips met and fused together.

If what I felt before was warm and tingly, this felt like a fucking inferno was blazing through my veins.

Our lips were still at first, hesitant, but then we slowly began moving them together, gaining confidence. I sucked her full bottom lip into my mouth and caressed it softly with my tongue. Bella removed her hand from my own and was now holding both sides of my face. Her silky tongue laved my lips seductively and then sought entrance into my mouth. I eagerly opened to her and soon our tongues were stroking one another, tasting each other.

Never allowing our mouths to disconnect, I moved from my kneeling position and situated myself in between Bella's legs. With one hand still touching her slender neck, I moved my other free hand up and laced my fingers in her long mahogany locks. Despite them not having been properly washed in who knows how long, they were still soft to the touch.

Holding her head gently, I slowly lowered us so that we were lying on the hard concrete floor. I knew it was probably uncomfortable, so I kept her head cradled in my hand for the time being. I know my hand was no substitute for a pillow, but it would have to do.

I hoped that my being on top of her would act as a sort of shield, blocking most of her body and what was happening between us from the Three Stooges across the room. I also tried to keep most of my weight off of her. She was so small and fragile. I didn't want to hurt her.

Suddenly, she threaded her fingers into my hair and tugged. Fuck that felt good! Guess she wasn't as fragile as I thought.

Feeling a little braver, I sucked her tongue into my mouth then with my hand that was under her head, I tugged her hair lightly. She moaned into my mouth. Sweet Jesus, that was the sexiest sound I've ever heard. I could feel myself growing harder each second. My erection was practically throbbing now.

Our kisses are becoming more passionate and desperate and frantic. I needed more and I could tell she wanted more too. I shifted my weight above her so that we were now touching from our pelvises down. Her hips bones were digging into me, but I could care less. I could feel her hot, wet center through the thin material of her panties and my boxers and it caused a deep groan to escape from within my chest. I knew she could feel my hard length pushing against her as well.

I can't believe this is actually happening. I am having such conflicting emotions at the moment. I'm pissed and scared and excited and so fucking turned on, but I also feel very vulnerable.

I break away from Bella's lips and trail soft kisses down her neck. She tilts her head, giving me the access I crave. As I lavish her neck and collarbone with licks and bites, I slowly move my hand down to caress her small waist. She is so skinny and I can easily feel her ribs. At my touch, I can feel her stomach muscles quiver and tighten.

One of her hands is still laced in my hair, alternating between pulling my bronze strands and rubbing my scalp. Her other hand is gently rubbing up and down my back, but I can feel her short nails scraping against my skin every once in a while, and I fucking love it.

Without warning, she grinds herself on my hard shaft, eliciting another groan from me, louder this time. I struggled not to shoot my load right then and there.

I have the sudden urge to mark Bella as mine. I move my mouth to the junction of her neck and shoulder and without really thinking, I bite the delicate skin there and suck, just like I wanted to do when I saw her naked days ago. She must like it as much as me because she bucks her hips up towards mine again.

I move my mouth back to hers, savoring our intimate connection. Feeling even braver and now completely overrun with lust, I slowly slide my hand from her small waist up to her breast. I was right, she does fit perfectly into the palms of my hands. The thin tank top she's wearing is the only thing between my hand and her bare chest. She shivers under my touch and softly moans into our kiss. I cover her small mound with my hand and I feel her nipple harden. I gently squeeze her, unsure what I'm really supposed to do, but just letting instinct take over.

As I continue rubbing her and kissing her, she trails her hands up under my dingy t-shirt so that she's touching my skin without any barriers. I revel in her warm touch. It really does feel like we are in our own little world, just the two of us.

Wanting to feel her without any barriers too, but not wanting to expose her, I trail my hand down her thin torso then place my fingers under the hem of her white tank top. Breaking the kiss, I look into Bella's eyes, silently asking permission. Her chestnut eyes are hooded with lust and she nods once. Making sure she stays covered, I push my hand up under the thin fabric. When my hand makes contact with her breast again, Bella's eyes break my stare and wantonly roll back into her head. I watch my hand as I gently fondle her and the sight causes me to grind into her.

Bella lifts her head back up and our lips reconnect again in fervent kisses. I rub her taut nipple with my thumb and index finger. I vaguely hear someone clear their throat in the background and realize that Bella and I are probably getting a little too caught up in the moment.

Not wanting to rush but knowing we should probably get on with it, I gradually guide my hand down her lean body and out from under her tank top until my hand is hovering over where I most want to touch her. I don't have to touch her to know she's already wet for me. I can see the wet spot on her panties and I felt it on my straining erection moments ago.

I gently touch her, sliding my fingers slowly up and down over her panties. She bucks her hips into my touch and spreads her legs wider for me. I tug her panties to the side so that I can have access to her. I gingerly begin rubbing her slick center with my fingers. God she feels so fucking good. I can't wait to be inside her, to feel her all around me.

I slowly push one finger inside. She is practically dripping wet already, but I thought I should probably try and prepare her for me. I know it will be painful for her regardless, but I want to make it as pleasurable as possible and I don't want to hurt her anymore than necessary.

I push my finger in and out of her. Her breathing is escalated and she is gripping my wrist with her hand. I add two fingers and she arches her back and moans softly. I bend down and kiss her soft lips that are now crimson from all our making out.

Unexpectedly, she moves the hand that was gripping my wrist and starts rubbing me over my boxers. I almost come unglued right then and there. Fuuuuuck, I don't know if I can hold out for much longer. If we're gonna do this, we gotta do it now before I bust… literally.

I remove my fingers from inside her and she gasps at the loss. I move her small hand away so that I can position myself through the hole in my boxers. She places both hands on my biceps as I steady myself and place the head of my cock at her entrance.

I look into her eyes and whisper, "Ready?"

"Yes, Edward." God I loved when she said my name.

I rub myself up and down her wetness several times before slowly pushing into her until I'm completely sheathed. I'm unable to contain a low moan and Bella whimpers softly. It takes all of my control to go slow because the feeling is so completely overwhelming. I see Bella grimace and I know she's hurting. I wish I could ease it for her somehow, but all I know to do is be still and wait for her to adjust and tell me it's okay to continue.

After a few moments of silence and stillness, her grimace disappears and she nods that she's ready. I situate myself so that I'm almost completely covering her, but not crushing her small frame. I slowly pull out almost all the way, then push back in. The feeling is so fucking intense. I know I won't be able to last long.

As I continue my movements, Bella wraps her legs around my waist, her feet resting on the backs of my thighs. We are both panting heavily and sharing chaste kisses as we are connected in the most amazing way. I hear the dipshits talking amongst themselves, but I try not to focus on them. Bella is mine.

I am starting to feel the tightening in my lower abdomen and I know it won't be much longer. I need Bella to be satisfied and I want to give her pleasure, so I lower my head and suck her nipple into my mouth through her thin tank top. She moans and arches into me. I move to her other nipple and repeat my actions there, and soon I can feel her inner walls clenching around me. That's all I need. I release her nipple and push into her one last time as my orgasm overpowers my entire body. The inferno that was blazing with every touch and caress has now exploded. I have never felt anything like this before.

As we come down off our euphoric highs, we are both panting and smiling adoringly at each other. Her once pale face now has a pink flush to it. I feel my chest constricting as I stare into her beautiful chocolate eyes. If I thought I was falling before, well I had now officially fallen. I see the same emotions reflected back at me in Bella's eyes, which are not quite so empty and desolate anymore.

We chastely kiss once more before I am suddenly being pulled off of her roughly. I'm being dragged back across the small room, but I don't even know who's pulling me. I can't look away from Bella. Her eyes are locked on me as she's being sat up and re-chained in a sitting position.

I'm aware of the sounds of clinking metal and the fact that my hands are being placed back in the cold metal cuffs, but I'm oblivious to anything but her.

I seriously think I might actually love this girl. The thought both excites and scares me.

Suddenly, I hear the door slam and look away from Bella to realize we are alone. I snap my attention back to her as she smiles weakly at me. She looks so tired. I'm instantly aware how completely exhausted I am, as well. My eyelids keep drooping, but I fight to keep them open.

Then I hear the faint sound of Bella's beautiful humming and before I can stop it, sleep consumes me.

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