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Now the dark begins to rise
Save your breath it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover
I don't want to change the world
I just want to leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere
All is lost again, but I'm not giving in
I will not bow, Breaking Benjamin

Previously on In the Army?: "You're…..You're..Hu…Hurting….Me" I croaked out. I was still dangling in the air and the wall was crushing my shoulders blades.

He moaned loudly and I could see his eyes roll to the back of his head. The sound of him made my clit twitch and I could feel myself get uncomfortably wet.

What's wrong with me?

Week 1 of Hell (Cont.)

Day 7

I could feel my clit pulsating with desire. He put me down roughly and wrapped his left arm around my waist pulling me to him. His right hand slowly made its way to the back of my neck lightly caressing it. Without warning, he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back violently, forcing me to look at him.

I meant to say something. I meant to tell him to stop. I meant to do a lot of things but my body was no longer doing my biding. I never moved and no sound ever escaped my lips. I simply stood there, limply, my arms dangling lifelessly on my sides.

He smiled at me evilly; a dark twinkle in his eyes. He touched his face to my neck and I could feel the tip of his nose lightly touching there, smelling me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head; never had I felt such need for anyone. He slowly made his way behind my ear taking a big whiff of my hair. This man really is an animal.

He's sniffing me!?!

"mmmm…Breathe," he commanded into my ear.

Breathe?

You Bella!!

Oh.

I didn't even realize I had stopped breathing.

"I have a right mind to fuck you right here in front of everyone. I want everyone here to hear you scream my name when I make you cum and I must warn you, I always get what I want, Isabella."

Holy shit this is intense! Wow! I love my name!

I moaned and pressed my head into him. Never in all my life had I heard my full name being said so erotically. This man had to be the spawn of Satan, there was just no way he was this good. He pulled my hair harshly, my head thrown completely back now, causing my neck to stretch uncomfortably. I could feel his teeth grazing my neck.

"Drill Sergeant Mason?" said a small, faraway voice. I had no idea who it was or if I'd even heard it right.

"You would like that wouldn't you? You would you enjoy that wouldn't you, dirty Bella? To have all these people watching us while we fucked. Hell they might even learn something," Mason chuckled into my neck. His words shot straight to my already drenched pussy.

"Drill Sergeant Mason?"

"ARGH! WHAT? WHAT? What the fuck do you want?" Drill Sergeant Mason yelled. He let me go and I landed roughly on my knees. I was so dazed and disoriented I could have sworn I'd just woken up from a dream.

"I fucking hear you, Weber! Get up Swan and put some fucking shorts on."

And just like that, it was over. He went to the other females nonchalantly and began yelling all sorts of profanities. I was still in the floor wide-eyed and breathing heavily. I was so in shock that it took me a couple minutes to regain my composure.

Did all that just happen?

I slept terribly that night and it had nothing to do with our late PT session. I was just so turned on; and yet, so confused. In the end I had to take a cold shower to help me relax.

Week 2 of Hell

Day 8

"You have to report him, Bella. He assaulted you. I know for a fact that shit isn't legal," Angela stated for the 100th time. She had been begging me to report Drill Sergeant Mason for what he had done. Apparently she managed to see more than enough, but thankfully, was too far away to hear anything he'd said to me.

We were currently low crawling, trying to complete a gruesome obstacle course. Thankfully, we were grouped up with Cullen and Stanley.

"I really wouldn't do that if I were you, Bella," said Emmet.

"Why not? She was sexually assaulted! He would have raped her if we weren't around!" yelled Angela.

Is it rape if I enjoy it? Can you even rape the willing?

I felt sick to my stomach for thinking such thoughts. I wasn't a virgin but I wasn't very experienced either. I had lost my virginity at the tender age of 16, to none other than Mike Newton, my first 'real' boyfriend. I didn't have sex with him because I loved him, and to be honest, I now have no idea why I did give my virginity to him. I guess it just made sense at the time.

I never had sex with anyone else after that first time. It just didn't appeal to me. I mean it just didn't seem like fun. Mike lasted a total of 30 seconds and I found no pleasure in it whatsoever; but what happened with Drill Sergeant Mason left me more than baffled. I never knew my body could feel that way.

"Because, Angela, his dad is a government contractor and makes a shit load of money for the military. Not only that, his Godfather also happens to be a two star General. What I'm trying to say here is he's pretty much untouchable," Emmet explained.

"You sure seem to know a whole lot about him, Cullen. What, are you sucking his cock or something?" Stanley asked him. We all laughed at this, but I couldn't help blushing because I knew for a fact that that man wasn't gay.

"Awww…man he told you guys about that? He was supposed to keep that a shit a secret!" replied Emmett. The look of hurt on his face was enough to make us all laugh even harder.

"Seriously though, I don't care if his dad is the President of the United States. Wrong is wrong. You guys weren't there, you should have seen him. I mean Bella was shaking with fear!" stated Angela, once again.

I don't think that was from fear.

"Seriously Angela, I haven't heard one word of complaint from Bella. I mean what if she enjoyed it?" grinned Emmet.

I had to be as red as a tomato right now. All three of them looked at me with wide eyes. Before I could try to respond I was saved by none other than the Devil himself.

"Why the fuck can't you keep your mouth shut, Swan!? Shut the fuck up before I come over there and shut it for you!" roared Drill Sergeant Mason.

Shut it for me, eh?

I could feel my blush deepen. I have a problem. A Drill Sergeant problem.

Day 9

I quickly realized that Drill Sergeant Mason wasn't my only problem. Unfortunately, Jacob had written me another letter. I received it during breakfast by a nervous looking girl. It was nighttime and I was rereading Jacob's letter, again, for the fifth time.

Bells,

I'm glad you wrote me back and I'm happy to hear that you miss me too. I've been doing a lot of thinking and I really wish we would have met in Forks. I think we would have been great friends. We don't have a mean Drill Sergeant Mason, but they all still suck cock. Anyways, I really want to talk to you, I need to see you, actually. I know some guys that sneak out to get junk food and cigarettes. I'm sure they would be willing to help me sneak out to talk to you. If I set up a rendezvous will you show up? Please?

Love,

Jacob

PS: I would be careful with that Cullen guy. Guys here in basic are usually only looking for a piece of ass.

Yet again, I was left confused by his letter. Why would he need to talk? In the end, I decided I would go to Angela for some friendly advice.

Drill Sergeant Mason was still my main problem, though. He acted like nothing happened between us. I began to feel ashamed of myself, I more than enjoyed what happened yesterday. I replayed yesterday's incident over and over in my head.

He was right.

I would have enjoyed it. I would have enjoyed having him take me, viciously, in front of everyone.

There's something seriously wrong with you, Bella.

Day 10

"Wow. This is a problem," whispered Angela. I had just shown her my letters from Jacob. I was hoping for her to say that it was all a figment of my imagination. That I was just reading too much into the letters.

"You know, sometimes guys can get really lonely when they're in basic. I'm sure he's just lonely right now and you're his only friend. At least, his only single friend."

"Yeah, but you saw how I acted around him. Was I, like, leading him on or something?"

"No, Bella not at all. I mean it was completely harmless. Come on let's go write him back. I'll write him one too so he can get the hint," suggested Angela with a smile.

"But what about this meeting thing? Why would he need to talk me?"

"Hmmmm…I don't know why he would need to talk, but honestly, I wouldn't risk it. I mean it's your call. I hear Stanley and that Mallory girl are always sneaking out. Maybe they will be willing to help you out, but like I said, it's your call on this one."

I was conflicted on whether or not I wanted to risk meeting Jacob. We were sure to get caught and it was just too big a risk.

As we laid in our beds writing our letters to Jacob, my mind couldn't help but wander to Drill Sergeant Mason. Nothing had changed in his demeanor. He stilled made my life a living hell, but that was it. Nothing more, nothing less.

You should just confront him.

I should. I should just ask him what his problem was. It's not normal behavior for someone to do those things. I mean, I hardly said two words to him, so why would he act so…

So?…

So…savagely?

Yes!

So savagely. Surely this couldn't be normal.

Angela had given up trying to convince me to report him. I just couldn't do it. I don't know why, but I actually feared him. Yes, he made my body feel things, but he was dangerous. Of this I was sure of.

"Bella?"

"Huh?" I asked somewhat confused.

"Is everything ok? I've been talking to you for about five minutes now?" asked Angela.

"Oh yea, I'm sorry I was just thinking. What's up?"

"Nothing. I was just telling you that I finished my letter. Did you?"

"Ummm…no, not really. I'm sorry, my mind is just all over the place right now."

"It's ok. Just give me the letter once you're done and I'll pass it to Stanley."

"Thanks, Angela."

That's it, I'm going to ask him what his problem is. He's not even letting me think straight for crying out loud. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll confront him. I fell asleep with that in mind, Jacob's letter would just have to wait until later.

Day 11

"No Mason, today," squeaked Cullen.

"What?"

"Yeah, no Drill Sergeant Mason."

"Why? What's wrong?" I asked. I didn't know if I would I still have the courage tomorrow.

"His godfather wanted to speak to him about some shit. Why? Do you miss him?" asked Emmet, with a shit eating grin on his face.

"No! I was just wondering! None of the other Drill Sergeants get days off. What makes him so special?" I replied, I could feel my face start to heat up.

The day passed by rather uneventfully and boring. I decided I would write to Jacob to help distract myself from thinking of Drill Sergeant Mason.

Jacob,

Fifteen minutes passed and for the life of me I couldn't think of what to write. I really didn't want to lead him on in anyway.

Just man up and deal with him!

Jacob,

I'm sure if we had met in Forks, we would have made great friends. I have to assure you that Cullen is a very decent guy. He's a good friend, just like you are. Like I said before, I'm sure you guys would get along. I don't know about us meeting, Jacob. I'm scared of getting caught. We could get into a lot of trouble. Can't you just write me in a letter what you need to tell me? Please?

Your friend,

Bella

Ha! I manned up!

I was happy with how my letter turned out and it took me a total of ten minutes to write it. I dropped down from my bunk and went in search of Angela.

"Hey Ang. You haven't given your letter to Stanley yet, have you?" I asked, timidly.

"No, I was waiting on you. Did you finish it already?"

"Yeah, but can you read it first? I just want to be absolutely sure that I'm not writing anything, well, you know, anything flirtatious."

Angela chuckled, "Oh Bella, I'm sure you didn't. Let me see it."

I gave her my letter and it felt like forever before she finally looked at me with a small smile.

"It's more than harmless. I'll give both of our letters to Stanley. "

"Thanks Angela. I don't know what I would do without you."

Day 12

I was trying to mentally prepare myself for Drill Sergeant Mason, but I was surprised and disappointed when he didn't show up to our first formation. We were currently running in a group.

"Hey," I whispered, trying to get Cullen's attention.

"Hey, Cullen," I whispered a little louder, finally catching his eye.

"What?" he whispered back.

"Where's Drill Sergeant Mason?" I asked hesitantly.

"I knew you would miss him," he replied with his all too familiar shit eating grin. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I don't know, actually. He should have been back today," he finally replied.

"How do you know so much about him?" I mumbled.

"I just do."

Unfortunately, he didn't show up all day. I wasn't sure how much longer I could possibly wait. The small courage I once had to confront Drill Sergeant Mason was beginning to fade away. Suddenly, it dawned on me that Emmet knew more about Mason than he was letting on.

He was hiding something, it was obvious that he was, but what could he possibly be hiding?

Day 13

I ran out to our first formation, but was highly disappointed to see no Drill Sergeant Mason, yet again. This was starting to get weird. We began our PT session without incident and were now making our way back to our trailers.

"Thank God for no Drill Sergeant Mason. Maybe they've finally transferred him," whispered Angela.

No!

No, they wouldn't just transfer someone.

Would they?

I don't know why it bothered me so much to think I would never see him again, but it did. I needed answers.

"Do you think th--"

We were almost at our trailer when I heard my evil monster yell, "God dammit Swan!" out of nowhere. I felt my heart drop. I wasn't sure if I was relived to hear his voice, or just scared shitless. Suddenly, he was right in front me, hovering over me and looking as scary as ever.

"You just can't shut the fuck up, can you? You never fucking learn, do you?" he spat at me. I couldn't help but just look at him, dumbfounded. The all too familiar fear took over my body, once again. My memories of him did him no justice. He was far more intimidating in real life.

He looked around before finally speaking, once again, "It seems like my absence has made you all forget where the fuck you're at! This isn't a fucking sleep over. This is your life now! The Army is your entire life! Do you all understand?"

No one spoke.

"Answer me, you fucking shit heads!" he barked out.

"Yes, Drill Sergeant!" we all yelled out in unison.

"I don't fucking believe you shit heads."

Then, without warning, he grabbed me by my collar, dragging me. I tried to stop myself from falling, but I couldn't help but stumble every so often.

"Every one of you fuckers better be right behind me!" he yelled out without looking back.

I could hear their footsteps from behind me, letting me know that they were, in fact, following close behind us. I struggled to keep my footing but it was impossible, he was walking too fast. Every so often, I would fall, only to have him pull me back up, his tight grip never loosening. Finally, we arrived at the Sand Pit. I could feel my eyes widen with panic.

We had all been taken to the Sand Pit our first week here, and none of us ever wanted to see this place again. It was just a big sandbox and when you're in your ACU uniform, all that sand gets everywhere and it begins to feel very uncomfortable. Unfortunately, I was still in my PT uniform, so low crawling in the rough sand was going be brutal on my elbows and knees.

He literally threw me into the Sand Pit, causing me to land violently in the hard sand.

"Begin," was all he said. He didn't have to say much more than that. I knew exactly what he wanted. So I began to low crawl. I tried to position myself to find some sort of comfort but no matter what position I found myself in, I would end up hurting.

I low crawled to each end of the sand box without making too much noise. My platoon was scattered around the sandbox watching me. Some had looks of pain, others looked bored, but the majority had looks of pity. I looked for Drill Sergeant Mason and finally found him. He was standing at the very end in the corner, looking like he'd just won the lottery. When my eyes locked with his, his smile only grew. I could feel myself blush and hated myself for it. I looked away and tried to concentrate on the task at hand.

Finally, after what felt like hours, I heard him yell from close behind me, "You all think this shit is just for show, don't you? But it's not. You are all in the fucking United States Army now! So stop fucking around! Now get to your fucking trailers and get changed! Come right back here, once you're changed and join PVT Swan. If you fuckers aren't out here, ready and changed in ten minutes, then you will spend all fucking day here! Do you shit heads hear me? Now hurry the fuck up!"

I could hear my platoon mates footsteps as they ran; leaving me alone with Drill Sergeant Mason. I didn't stop low crawling, since he didn't give me an order to stop.

"Mmmm…PVT Swan," he said slowly. "What am I going to do with you? Huh?"

I wasn't sure what I was suppose to do. I could feel myself shaking with fear.

Now's your chance, you dumb ass!

I mustered all the courage I had, "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked somewhat nervously. I was still low crawling and I could feel the skin in my elbows and knees begin to sting. I wasn't sure if he had heard me, but without warning, his knee landed harshly into the middle of my back, taking my breath away.

"UGH!" I yelp out. I tried to stop the tears of pain, but it was futile. I knew his knee was going to leave a mark on my back. "Ow…ow…ple…please…"

"Please, what?" Drill Sergeant Mason whispered into my ear. I was embarrassed to realize that my pussy was already moist.

"Well? Please what, PVT Swan?" he asked, once again.

"Please. You're hurting me," I managed to choke out.

I felt instant relief when he finally removed his knee. I laid on the ground unmoving. The tears coming down in full force now, my chest hurting with every breath I took. I was sure that he had left but I was wrong to think that he would give up that easily.

He gripped my face, forcing my lips to crush together. His fingers were digging into my jaw causing a large amount of pain. He lifted my face up to his and I closed my eyes so he wouldn't see the pain he was inflicting in me.

"Fucking look at me," he ordered tugging on my face forcibly.

I opened my eyes and was instantly terrified. He looked more like an escaped mental patient than a Drill Sergeant.

His green eyes bore into mine, he was examining me. It was as if he was searching for something. His crazed smile grew, "Hmmmm…you're just like me, you know."

He must have seen the confusion on my face because he chuckled darkly, "Believe or not, you are. You think I don't know how turned on you are, right now?"

I was shocked by his statement. I could feel my eyes widen and my face heat up. I hated that I was an open book for everyone to read.

He laughed this time and I despised how beautiful his laugh sounded. "You see! My dirty Isabella."

I closed my eyes again, too humiliated to look at him. My once, moist clit was now dripping wet. His grip tightened, "Don't fucking do that. Look at me!"

I looked up at him, his face mere inches from mine. I could smell his breath and, God help me, he smelled heavenly. His eyes widened with surprise and his smile only widened.

"You don't even know do you? No, you don't. I can see the confused look on your face. I didn't realize how pure you actually were. How fascinating," he whispered, leaving me even more puzzled.

My eyes where as large as dinner plates. He closed his eyes and leaned in toward me. I thought for the briefest of moments that he was going to kiss me, but he surprised me. Instead of kissing me, he licked my tears away. The moment his tongue touched my face, I moaned loudly. My clit throbbing with pure lust.

"Mmmm…delicious," he whispered so softly, I wasn't even sure he had spoken.

"Everything ok, Mason?" asked Drill Sergeant Davis from behind us. I was saved yet again.

"Fucking cock blockers," muttered Mason, under his breath. "Because it's fun. That's the answer to your question. Now get out of my fucking face."

He let me go and, yet again, I was too stunned to move. Even as he walked off, making his way to Drill Sergeant Davis, I still made no effort to move. I was left even more bewildered than ever before. What was I suppose to do about such a crazy person?

Maybe you are just as crazy as he is? You did enjoy that. Didn't you?

Did I?

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