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Warning: This chapter is not for those easily offended. There is rape and abuse. Please don't read if you are sensitive to those subjects. Dark themes.

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Chapter 6

BPOV

I haven't seen Edward for about three days…I think. I lost track of time. All I did in this room is sleep, shower, and daydream about home. I was stuck in this room with absolutely nothing to do and I hated it. I got food three times a day though, so that was good.

I was stepping out of the shower for the second time today when I thought I heard the door. Probably more food. Like I need that. I think I've gained five pounds from just sitting around here. I hurried up and got dressed (I wasn't about to make that mistake again) and cautiously opened the bathroom door.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding when I saw that no one was in the room. But there wasn't any food either. Instead I noticed a pile of books. Looking through the stack of classics, I realized that these were some of my favorites. I had a copy of each of these. The ones on this bed weren't mine though. These were new. The books smelled strongly of freshly printed ink. They were hard cover and the pages were crisp and clean. My copies at home were well worn, with the corners folded on almost every page from the many times I've read them. They had all lost that new smell I love so much. One of them smelled like coffee and had a big stain on the back cover to match.

My copies at home were also all paperback, since they were a little cheaper. I got them while I was in high school. I only had a part time job that didn't pay much, and buying all those books had been a rare splurge for me.

Seeing these books made me feel even more homesick. They reminded me of Charlie. He was never sure of what to get me for birthdays or Christmas, and even though I told him I was happy just spending the day with him and he didn't need to get me anything he always did. And he always got me gift cards to my favorite book and music stores. Sometimes he got me more though, like my truck. He bought that for me on my sixteenth birthday and I loved it. It couldn't have been more perfect for me.

I sighed. I missed everyone, but I didn't want to dwell on it anymore. So I sat down and started reading. I was about three chapter into the book I was reading, A Midsummer Night's Dream, when the door opened. I was too absorbed in my book to really notice, though and kept reading.

"Isabella," I looked up with a start. "I think it's time we moved you. You've been in this room long enough, don't you think?" I was quick to agree, finally thinking I was getting out of this house, maybe for a walk outside. "Good. Now come. It's time you stay in our room instead of this guest room." I stopped. Of course. I got my hopes up but I knew it was too good to be true. I doubt he would ever let me out of this house as long as I stayed here. More reason to leave. The sooner the better.

"Wait a minute. What do you mean our room? We don't have a room. This is my room. I thought we were going to walk outside or something. You know, get a little fresh air? It's so stuffy in that room and I haven't seen the sun in days." I knew I was rambling again, just trying to stall for time. If he thinks I'm sharing a room with him then he's crazier than I thought. I barely know him. He doesn't expect to share a bed, does he? The thought sent butterflies fluttering through my stomach, but not in the good way.

"First we go to our room. Then I might let you outside. I'm not quite sure you can be trusted yet. If it makes you feel any better, our room has a balcony. But you can only go out when I'm with you, and the doors and windows here all have alarms set up so I will know if you try to get out." Lovely. Just kill me already, why don't you. You will go around and taunt me with thoughts of freedom, put it close enough for me to see but keep it just out of my reach. I hate it here. I hate him, he's so controlling about what I do here. Since when did I lose the right to live my life the way I wanted? Jerk.

"You know what? I think I like this room, actually. I'll just stay here. It's pretty and it has all my things."

"Not anymore it doesn't." I must have looked shocked and confused. Of course my stuff was here, I saw it this morning. "You really are unobservant, Isabella. I had most of your stuff moved while you were in the shower. We can get the rest of it later. For now, you will have to make do with what is in our closet and drawers, which is more than enough." He then proceeded to walk out of the room, but I was walking toward the closet to see if he was being honest. There's no way he moved all that stuff that quickly. That closet was huge and stuffed full, it would have taken longer than 15 minutes to move it. But sure enough, when I walked in, there was only a handful of items left. I stood there with my mouth open. Unbelievable. He had no right to do that. Hell, he had no right to even bring me here.

Pretty soon I felt an arm around my waist and next thing I know I'm thrown over his shoulder. Again. "Ugh! Really? Put me down! I can walk you know! I have legs, let me go! Let me GO!" I was hitting my fists against my back and kicking my legs, yet nothing seemed to faze him. All he did was grab my legs and hold them together in one of his arms. Obviously I wasn't hurting him, so I just stopped. Besides, we had just arrived to his room. I refused to call it ours.

"Here we are," He said as he put me down. I looked around the room in awe. I'm not gonna lie, this place was beautiful. His room was the complete opposite of mine. Mine was...hot. Red all around. It was brighter, in a way, more for show. His was a cool blue. His was more comfortable. This room feels more relaxing. The bed had a simple black frame. It was California King sized. There were four pillows; the back two were covered in a dark blue silk pillowcase, and the front two were white. The sheets were also white, and the comforter was Dark blue with an intricate design in black on top. There were two end tables on either side with a lamp on each, similar to the other room. Three walls were painted dark blue with black swirls. When you walked in the room there was a mirror that covered the entire wall on the right with a blue couch up against it. I wonder who decorated his house. They had amazing talent. I bet it was Esme, she was always good at this and ran the home décor department of Cullen Inc. Yeah, I know, that company has more departments than the government.

"Well?" He asked expectantly. I decided that even though I absolutely loved this room, I wasn't about to share with this gorgeous creep.

"Um…yup, I still like my old room better. But thanks anyways!" I said as I tried to run out of the room. I would like to say that he let me pass and I was able to walk to my room unharmed. But no, that's not what happened.

Instead, he grabbed my arm and threw me down. He really does have control issues. "Where do you think you're going? I told you, this is your room now, with me."

"Yeah, like I want to stay here with you." Oh, crap. I really need to start working on filtering my thoughts.

"What did you say?" Was that rhetorical? Man, did he look pissed. Well he deserved it.

"Do you really want the answer to that?" I said, maybe a bit sharper than I intended, but then again he should know I'm upset. "Cause I'm pretty sure you heard what I said."

That earned me a good slap. With the way things are going my face is never going to heal. "Do you want my face permanently damaged? Because if you do, keep at it. Who doesn't love having their face black and blue."

"Well maybe if you quit acting like a little bitch I wouldn't have to hurt you. We talked about this. I don't want to do it but you leave me no choice. You have to respect your boyfriend Isabella." Whoa. Wait just one second.

"Boyfriend? Who the fuck is my boyfriend? It sure as hell isn't you if that's what you meant." He raised his hand again and I flinched, thinking he was going to keep hitting me. I was surprised when he grabbed me and threw me on his-not our-bed. When he climbed on top of me I started to freak. "Get off! Damn it, get off me!" I was hitting everywhere I could and it didn't even bother him. It was like he was made of stone, nothing bothered him. After struggling for a few more minutes, with no success on my end, he had my arms pinned above my head and both his legs holding mine down.

"When are you going to learn that you can't beat me? Isabella, I love you. We are meant to be together, can't you see that? Everything I've done is for you. All of it, everything for you." My vision was blurry with tears. I couldn't believe this. I was stuck with a psychopath who claimed to love me and yet he was holding me here against my will. That's not love. That's obsession.

"If you loved me you would let me go." The tears were starting to leak out and I closed my eyes to keep any more from showing. I can't show weakness.

"I can't do that. Someone out there could hurt you. I'm keeping you safe. You belong with me." I scoffed. Someone out there might hurt me? Sure, because I was doing great here. My eyes snapped open.

"I'm not safe here, you freak! You hurt me! You are putting me in danger. Not anyone else! You just can't handle the fact that I. Hate. You." I was seething. He was a bipolar, controlling, possessive psycho. Nothing good could come from this.

"Don't you talk to me like that!" Perfect. Angry Edward was back and obsessed Edward was gone. Both were controlling and possessive, though I don't know which one was worse. "You love me. I know you do." Well, I know which one was crazier. That didn't really make me feel better.

"Well you obviously don't know anything. I could never love a monster like you." I renewed my struggles, trying my hardest to get away before something horrible happened here. I wanted out of this place more than anything else in the world. And I told him that.

His response, you ask? Go ahead, guess. Yup, you got it. A big, hard slap to the face. Maybe he really did want my face forever ruined. It wouldn't be a surprise if he did.

"Ow! Quit hitting me you ass! You have no right to touch me!"

"Oh, but Isabella, I have every right. You are mine. I can touch you here," He put both of my hands in one of his, and put his newly freed hand on my cheek, tracing his way from my ear to my chin and back again. "I can touch you here," He moved his hand down my chest and over my breast, continuing down my stomach. "And I can touch you here. Nothing you do can stop me. When will you learn?"

As he says this, he moves his hand down to my womanhood, rubbing me through my jeans. I gasp as tears fall down my cheeks. "Stop! Please st-stop!" I'm sobbing hysterically and can barely get the words out. "Please! I-I n-never.."

"Shh, Isabella, I know. Don't worry, our first time will be special. It will hurt but the pain will only last a minute."

"I don't want a first time with you! Don't do this!" He slides his hand up my leg and under my shirt. His hand is soft and warm, unlike his personality. He keeps moving it up until he cups me over my bra. He rubs his thumb over it for a few seconds before pushing it aside. His fingers start pinching my nipple and I gasp at the sensation.

It feels so good and so wrong. My mind is screaming stop but my body wants to keep going. I hate it.

"You know you want this Isabella. Just relax, let your body feel this."

"No! Stop! I don't want this." I could hear my voice getting softer as he continues to touch me. I can feel the wetness between my legs. When he moves his hands down to the button on my jeans I pick up my struggles with renewed vigor. This can't be happening. Somehow I managed to crawl out from beneath him and roll off the bed onto the floor. I start crawling and get about four feet when he's on top of me again, sitting on my back. He flips me over and rips off my shirt. I start screaming.

"Be quiet!" He growls. "There's no one around to hear you. No one around for miles." He tells me this but I can't stop. It's too much. He picked me up and held me by the waist against him. We're moving across the room where he opens the first drawer in his dresser. He pulls out a rope, and next thing I know I'm on the ground crawling again.

I had elbowed his face and he dropped me, giving me another chance to get away. I crawled far enough so that I can get up without him grabbing me. He's too preoccupied rubbing his cheek and grabbing his dropped rope to notice me crawl. But as soon as I'm running he starts chasing me. I didn't even make it to the door. If I can't even reach the door how am I supposed to get away in time?

"Damn that hurt. But did you really think a little bruise would have stopped me?" He growled into my ear. I couldn't even form words. My breath was coming out in gasps and sobs were constantly pushing there way up my throat. He carried me over to the bed, tied my wrists together, and tied the rope around the headboard. This was it. No chance of getting away. He was in control and there was nothing I could do anymore.

He grabbed my bra and unhooked it from the back, before remembering he couldn't get it off my arms and ripped the straps off. I was blushing from being so exposed. It seemed stupid to worry about being embarrassed right now, when there are so many other things to worry about, like losing my virginity to a stranger.

Kneeling between my legs, he leaned over and took my left nipple into his mouth while pinching the other with his fingers. I felt so betrayed by my own body. I was physically enjoying the sensations but my mind was numb. I stopped sobbing but still had tears running down my face. Now i was gasping at the way he made me feel, trying my hardest not to let any other sound out.

He groaned before switching his mouth to my other breast and moving his hand down to my jeans. He easily undid the button and pushed them down. He had to sit up to pull them completely off. After getting them off I clamped my legs shut, crossing my legs at the knee and trying to cross my ankles. "Bella, don't be difficult. I know how much you want this. I can see it." When I still wouldn't allow my legs to open he got up and undressed himself, leaving only his boxers. I tried not to look, but when he got on top of me again i couldn't help but notice the bulge in his boxers. The only thing this did was scare me more. I didn't know if he would fit. I'm still a virgin and he is so big. He didn't waste any time forcing my legs open. It was like I was barely trying, he opened them so easily it seemed. But I had tried so hard to keep them closed.

Kneeling between them yet again, he leaned down to kiss me, shoving his tongue in my mouth. I froze when he started grinding me, but I couldn't help let out a small moan when I felt him against me. "Ungh...God, Bella. Don't you see what it could be like if you just gave in? So good." He moaned. He kept grinding into me for a few minutes before i felt one of his hands move to my underwear. He pushed them aside and started circling my clit. "So wet. I knew you would enjoy it." He started pushing a finger into me, pumping in and out. After a minute he added a second, then later a third. It was a good but foreign sensation. When he thought I had become wet enough, stretched enough, he took off both my underwear and his boxers. When he pushed into me I screamed. It hurt so, so much. He stopped for a moment, just to let me adjust, before he continued moving again.

He was setting a steady pace, groaning and gasping. "Oh...oh God...yes! Bella, fuck! So tight, so good."

He was happy, he enjoyed this. I was in hell. Nothing could be worse than this.

He kept thrusting into me, steadily at first, letting out groans and grunts, moaning and swearing. After what felt like hours, he was still above me, letting out one long exhale as his body shook. He collapsed on my after his orgasm, then rolled off to the side.

Once his breathing returned to normal he moved to untie me. I immediately curled up into a ball and silently cried. My screams and sobs would do nothing anymore. I had almost calmed down enough to fall asleep when I heard him speak. "I love you, Isabella. I know you love me, too, even if you're not ready to admit it yet." I ignored him. I stayed curled in a ball, hugging my legs to my chest. Finally I fell unconscious, my mind and body unable to handle any more stress. Tomorrow, I promised myself. Tomorrow I will leave this hell, no matter what it takes.

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