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So here's chapter 4. I really hope you like it. Thanks to those who reviewed. It means so much and each one made my day :) Enjoy! Don't read if easily offended and, of course, I own nothing.

Chapter 4

The angry look was back. Only now it was worse. I went back to a familiar feeling-fear. It seems that's all I feel now. I didn't mean for those words to slip out, but I was just so shocked. Of all the people to do this to me, why him? And why me? He could have anyone he wanted, and yet here we were, in this fucked up situation. Everything I had ever dreamed about this man was wrong. It had to be. I dreamed he was sweet, kind, and loving. In my fantasies he would come home from a long day at work and want to cuddle. We would talk about his day and mine, and about anything we could think of. Okay, so I know that was a little far-fetched. I knew he was rude, egotistical, kind of a jerk, and extremely good looking. He was Edward Cullen.

Sometimes when I'm in the bathroom at work I hear other women talk about him. They always say the same things, "Isn't he so hot? I wouldn't mind spending a night with him." Then they would giggle and walk out. But with so many people after him, I'm shocked to say that I've never seen him with another woman; not romantically, at least. But there is the occasional woman I hear in ladies room that say they have slept with him, and my jealousy would flair. I keep reminding myself that I have no reason whatsoever to be jealous of or angry with any of these women.

I was suddenly brought out of my memories by a sharp, stinging sensation. My right side was already bruised, so I was a little bit glad that it was on the other side. Then I was upset because now both sides will be swollen and bruised. Fan-fucking-tastic. "What the hell?" I said once I was fully back into reality and my current situation. Did I ever mention that I was easily distracted? Well I am, obviously.

"Don't speak to me like that! I think you're forgetting who's in charge here." With a smirk on his face, he looked over me once again. I felt even more self-conscious now, and started blushing all over. My face and chest were red from embarrassment. He looked up to my face again and groaned. "Isabella, you don't know what that blush does to me."

I had a pretty good idea what it did, actually. At this thought I blushed again. Well, shit. "Why, Edward?" I couldn't think straight. Everything about him was different now. I saw him in an entirely new light. I no longer felt the need to obsess over him and I didn't feel the need to look at him like I normally would. I was too ashamed. But don't get me wrong, there was still this underlying attraction I had to him, but it wasn't the same. I still considered him beautiful and whatnot, but I was so much more afraid of him. So much more intimidated by him. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to run away, hide, curl up, and cry even, anything other than be here. I wasn't going to let it show though. No, from now on I am making it my goal to be as difficult as possible. Nothing will be easy for him anymore. Bring it on, Edward. Try your hardest. You won't break me. I started to speak when I heard his phone start ringing. He looked at the screen before deciding to ignore the call and shoving it back into his front right pocket. At least I know where he keeps his cell phone. The hard part will be getting it so I can call for help. Yeah, it's a crap plan, but it's all I have right now. When he puts it away I start to speak again, but then I hear a doorbell. Damn it! I think I growled, but I can't be sure what that sound was.

"Oh, that was hot. Do it again." He moaned. Before I could respond, we heard the doorbell ring again, and then someone banging on the door. It sounded close by. Maybe this will be my chance to escape. I'm hoping Edward will want to move me somewhere else, that way I can run to the door, or scream, and maybe someone will hear me. Then it hits me. Do it now, stupid! I take a deep breath, open my mouth wide, and start to scream. It's as if Edward can read my mind though, because he covers my mouth as soon as I start screaming, so that only the tiniest sound can escape me.

He leans over to one of the end tables, opens it, and pulls out a cloth. At first I thought he was going to drug me, but then I see him pull out duct tape as well. I let out a small sigh of relief. This means I will be conscious and will still have the smallest chance. He must have heard me though. He looks over at me and says, "Don't even think about trying to run away from me. You will regret it. If you think it's bad now, just wait. Make one sound and you'll be begging me. you'll beg for me to stop, to let you free, but it will all be pointless. It will be like hell for you here, don't doubt how much I will hurt you. I don't like doing this, Isabella but you give me no choice." He says all this as he forces the cloth in my mouth and tapes over it so I cant make a sound. He even moves the bed so that if I move at all the headboard won't hit the wall. He really thought this through.

This all happens in a few minutes before the doorbell rings one more time, and he's running out of the room, making sure to lock the door behind him. Or maybe it was so no one could get in. Either way, it's not like I have a chance to get out now, anyways. I'm bound, gagged, and alone. Perfect. This wasn't how I planned to spend my night. I wanted to be home, in my bed, reading a book or watching a movie. I would even rather be at some new club Alice found, spending my time fighting off horny drunks.

But instead I'm here, stuck in this nightmare. I continued thinking about what I could have been doing now, just so I could have a little bit of peace. All too soon I was pulled from my thoughts by a loud voice. I wasn't sure, since I couldn't hear every word, but I thought they were talking about me. And that voice, it sounded so familiar. Where have I heard that voice? I know I've heard it before, it's too familiar, I can't be wrong about this.

I listened harder. "…missing, Edward. Everyone…crazy…father…no idea…worried sick about…" My heart was beating faster. I tried to fill in the blanks. Who's father? Mine? Or maybe Edward's. I was fond of Carlisle. And he was pretty fond of me too, I think. We got along great and I always enjoyed talking to him. He didn't seem to mind it, either. He was so caring, and it wouldn't be out of character for him to worry, would it? Especially since I work for his company. Or maybe this was all just hopeful thinking, wishing that he would be worried about me. If I think about it, deep down I was just hoping that maybe someone close to Edward would know him well enough to know that he was capable of doing something like this to someone. To me.

I wanted to hear more, so I got my thoughts under control and listened to as much as I could. This time it was Edward speaking. "Me too…nice girl…sad that…who would do this…innocent." I had to scoff at that. Well, in my mind I did, since I couldn't exactly scoff while gagged. I must admit, he played the part well. And from the rest of the conversation, that I could hear anyways, it seemed like whoever was there believed him. I heard four voices total. One, obviously, was Edward's. Two others were male, and one was female. I assumed it was his family, but I'm not completely sure.

After what seemed like hours, but couldn't have been more than half and hour, Edward came back. It was too soon. I was glad to have him out of this room so I could think freely. My father always told me he knew what I was thinking from the looks on my face. That's what made me such a terrible liar. I was an open book. If Edward was in here, he surely would have known my thoughts were about him, and that they were anything but pleasant. If what I said earlier, and the reaction I got were any indication, I should try to keep my mouth shut and my thoughts somewhat decent. And if I play my cards right, I might be able to get out of here quickly. But where would I go? Of course the police is the first place I can think of, but that's to be expected. Surely Edward would find me before I got there. So I'll just have to hide out for a while. Maybe with a friend, someone close, someone I can trust, but not anyone too obvious. Alice is obviously out of the question. If he knows me as well as I think he does, then he knows she's the first person I would go to. But maybe he knows that I know he knows, so it won't be expected. Unless he knows that I know that he knows I know that Alice's place is out of the question, so maybe-

My ramblings were cut short when he spoke. "What has you thinking so hard, my pretty little angel? You're not planning your escape, are you?" His little speech started off playful, but by the end his face was hard; jaw tight, teeth clenched, eyebrows slightly furrowed. I really wasn't liking this side of Edward, although it would be hot if his anger wasn't directed at me. Sigh. Like I said. Open book. He ripped off the tape and took out the cloth so I could talk.

"N-no!" I really am a shitty liar. "I was-I just-FOOD!" I yelled. Why the hell did I just yell that? Food? Seriously? That's what I come up with? Grrr.. Thankfully he just chuckled.

"I figured you would be hungry by now. I ordered pizza. I know sausage is you favorite."

"You did? You did? And…you did?" I asked in response to his three statements. Then I blushed. I know, I know. I just have this way with words. Ask anyone. they'll compliment my amazing speaking skills any day. But mostly the sarcastic part. Sarcasm is my middle name. Rambling is my other middle name.

He chuckled. "Yes, yes, and yes." He was smirking. Stupid smirk. I wanted to slap it off his pretty little face. The doorbell rang then, and my stomach growled. "About damn time." He muttered. Then, to me, "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." I looked at my hands, then my feet, and finally back at him.

I rolled my eyes.

He smiled.

Jerk.

He came back after a few minutes. "Took you long enough!" I said. He didn't look too happy about that.

I sighed.

He sighed.

There's a lot of sighing going on lately. How depressing.

"I'll let that one go."

"Oh, gee, how nice of you. Now how about you let me go? So I can eat!" I added that last part so he didn't think I was trying to run away again. But I'll never stop trying. I have to get home, go see Charlie. He's probably worried sick about me. Literally. His health hasn't been the best lately, the stress from his work is taking a toll on his body. I can't even imagine how my disappearance is affecting him. I really miss you, daddy.

"Or I could just feed you." Sigh. Back to reality.

"I'm not a child." I rolled my eyes, yet again.

"Oh, I know. But I can't risk you trying to get away again. This pizza may be hot, and it may burn, but it won't stop me from getting you before you can leave."

I hadn't even thought of that. "I didn't even think of that. But thanks for the idea!"

"Well, now I have a reason to keep you tied up since you know what you could have done."

I sighed. And rolled my eyes. Way too much of that going on lately. "Fine! But hurry up! I'm starving!"

"Gladly." Then I was eating. It was amazing. The pizza I mean. It was just-I didn't have words. It's been at least a day since I've eaten, which just made this pizza taste more amazing than it already was. But going so long without food made this pizza taste heavenly.

I moaned at that first bite. It was sooo good! He wasn't feeding me fast enough though. I haven't eaten in forever and here he was, just flaunting this unbelievably delicious pizza right in front of my face.

"More, please!" I begged. I wasn't above begging right now. That's what starvation does for you. It takes away your pride. He still wasn't giving me the food. I groaned in aggravation.

He finally brought the pizza back to my mouth. I took the biggest bite I could, smearing sauce on the side of my mouth. I was afraid that he would take it away again. "Give me more! God, it's so good."

He just stared at me. "If pizza makes you sound like this then I can't even imagine what you would sound like during sex."

And cue the blush. I was red. Dark red, like a tomato or an apple. God, I must have sounded like a whore. I thought back over the last few minutes and realized I was right. I sounded like a nasty whore in a cheap porno begging like that.

"I would say don't be embarrassed, but that blush is too beautiful. And those sounds.." He didn't finish. Instead he climbed over me, the pizza forgotten on the nightstand, and looked at my face. He leaned in and licked the side of my mouth where the sauce was smeared. Then he was kissing me forcefully. I stayed still, like a statue. I couldn't move, I was completely frozen. I could feel him against me. All of him. I panicked. I started thrashing my head and arms, kicking my legs as much as possible. So maybe kicking wasn't the best idea since my feet were tied and my legs could barely move. That, and because there was a certain part of him pressed tightly against my left thigh.

"God!" I stopped moving. Stupid! How could you be so stupid! Now he will be even more aroused. And he was. I felt him against me, harder than before. "Please stop! Please!" I begged before he moved again. He looked at me and I was surprised at what I saw. His eyes, so deep, were filled with emotion. I thought I saw confusion, a little guilt, but mostly lust. As soon as I saw it, though, it was gone-except for the lust. The other emotions probably weren't even there to begin with. I don't know. I'm too scared to think straight. Nonetheless, he sat up but stayed kneeling over me.

"Fine. But only this time. I didn't bring you here just to chat, Isabella. Be prepared. Next time I might not be so quick to stop. Or will I? Hmm...I guess we'll find out eventually. But for now, eat. I'll be back." With those parting words he untied me and left the room, once again not forgetting to lock the door.

First thing, I thought Get dressed. Second, eat. Third, lay down and hope I can sleep. I found the outfit I had picked out earlier and traded it in for a set of pajamas. It had a white tank top with the word dangerous written diagonally across the front going from the top left to the bottom right. The shorts were plaid with light pink the most prominent color, and gray and white. I took off my bra because no matter where I am it's too uncomfortable trying to sleep with one on. Then I finished eating and brushed my teeth. When I finally lay down, I was asleep within minutes.