I know some of you are pissed off that this took forever but I just haven't had the time and other personal stuff and blah, blah, you heard it all before. Anyway, yeah, so... here's a new chapter.

RPOV

When the drugs wore off I could feel my body again. I sat up on the floor and stretched a little bit. All my limbs felt like they were a sleep, but my head was still sore from that crow bar.

I looked around the room I was in. It had dark puke green walls with nothing on them. There wasn't even a window in here. There was also one small light bulb on the ceiling that barely showed any light in the room.

After looking around the room for anything like a hidden camera or something I stood up and walked to the door. The room was so small I only had to take four step to get to the door. I tried to turn the knob but of course it was locked. Figures. I sighed and slide down the door. This is just great. I wonder if they'll at least give me some food. I was fucking starving.

As if on cue, I heard the door knob jingle next to my head. I stood up quickly so I wouldn't get hit by the door. The person that walked in was a red head with wavy hair and emerald green eyes. She wore a small red strapless dress and bright red five inch heel. She obviously looked like a stripper. When she looked at me she smile.

"Your the newbie, huh?" she asked.

I shrugged.

"Well come on. I have a lot of work to do with you before the auction starts," she said.

"Uh...okay," I mumble. What the hell else was I supposed to do?

"Don't worry. I'll make you look gorgeous. All the rich geezers will pawn after you," she giggled when I walked out the door. When she got behind me she grasped both my arms tightly with both her hand and handcuffed me.

"Sorry, James orders," she shrugged.

She took my arm and walked me down a corridor. We got to a black door with the words 'Dressing and Make-up Room' on it. The red head opened the door and there were multiple girls in it doing either make-up in front of a mirror that looked like that haven't been cleaned in a while. They were also dressed in provocative clothes, well if you can even call it clothes. More like scrapes of cloth put over there boobs and vagina.

"Take a seat over there," she said pointing to a chair that was empty.

"Uhh...sure," I mumbled, feeling self conscious about all the half naked chick around, talking and laughing like best friends.

When I sat down on the chair the red head told me to, I turned around and found she disappeared somewhere. Great. After a couple seconds of sitting in the chair, feeling like I was sitting in one of those goddamn electric chairs waiting to get electrocuted, a girl with brown hair, wearing a black corset with a matching garter belt and a pair of black heels came up to me with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Hey, new girl," she said.

"H-hi," I stuttered. She chuckled.

"No need to be so nervous. We don't bit. I think you'll like it here. You're a cutie," she muttered the last part more to herself than to me, while staring at my boobs and liking her lips. I shifted uncomfortably. I didn't really have a problem with lesbians or bi's or whatever, I just don't like people looking at me like a whore, which I'm about to soon be.

"Um, so, what's your name?" I asked to get her attention away from my boobs. That snapped her out of it.

"Lauren. You?"

"Nessie," I waved instead of offering my hand.

She looked over my head and cursed under her breath.

"You better get ready for show time,"

"Show time?"

She was about to say something before the red head came back with a pile of clothes and heels in her hands. She pulled out a key from her cleavage and unlocked the cuffs.

"Here, put these on in the dressing room," she said pointing to the back of the room, "and I'll be waiting out here to put on you make-up since your a newbie,"

"Sure," I mutter, walking and trying to pass all the half naked girls crowding the entire room. I saw a couple of curtains were girls were walking in and out. I caught a changing room stall before someone else could which was pretty easy because not may more girls were changing out anymore.

When I got in a stall, I saw that there was a bench in there too. I sat down and put the clothes next to me. I sighed and leaned my head back on the wall, thinking about what the hell there going to do. Are they going to sell me again? I'm I just going to fuck some guy, get payed, and come back to do it all over again like a whore? I shake my head, trying not to think about getting payed for some fat old dude that looks like Santa.

I decided to just get it over with and change into the clothes I was given. I took my shoes off and put the high heels on first. Then I grabbed the white button down shirt with a plaid pink tie and put them on. Finally, I took my jeans off and put on the matching pink plaid mini-skirt that barley covered my ass.

When I walked out of the stall Victoria was standing there waiting for me.

"It's about time! Come on it's show time in two minutes," she exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the dressing room. I noticed that all the girls that were in here before were all gone.

"Were did everyone go?" I asked her while she was pulling me down a dark corridor.

"You'll see,"

We then ran down a flight of stairs, which scared the hell out of me because it was so damn dark. But then I hear the voice of a man talking.

"Welcome gentlemen to the Underground! We have our lovely ladies here tonight to show you guys a good time." I then heard a round of applause and wolf whistling too. "Tonight lets get started with our fresh meat. New beautiful women that may look innocent but can get wild if you want them to." I then remembered that voice. It was the blonde ponytail guy. James.

"Come on out girls!" he yelled in the microphone.

The red head pushed me with a couple girls walking out on stage.

"Don't screw up. Just smile, dance, take your clothes off and James and Laurent will be happy," she whispered in my ear before she gave me one more shove on stage.

I could hardly see anything because of the damn stage light that they were shining in my eyes, making me put my hand in front of my face.

"Gentlemen, first we will introduce our first girl," James said walking to a girl standing right next to me and pulling her arm. He pushed her to the front of the stage were I could see a walkway with a pole at the end.

She had short brown hair, brown eyes, and looked part Asian. She looked like she was about to shit herself. But she grabbed the pole and started dancing like a pro. More wolf whistles and hollers came from the crowd. This was turning more into a strip club than an auction.

About five more minutes of the girl dancing and shredding her clothes off during it, James grabbed the microphone.

"Alright, how about we start things off, shall we? The first price is one hundred." Jame yelled to the crowd of pervs.

A shit load of men started yelling random numbers.

"200!"

"450!"

"840!"

"Okay, eight-forty, going once, going twice, sold to the gentleman in the navy blue suit." James pointed to a heavy-set, bald man. He looked like someone on 'Dateline: To Catch a Predator.'

The girl, that was still butt naked, slowly walked to the fat guy. He grabbed her by her arms and dragged her out somewhere I couldn't see in the back of the club.

"Alright out next girl is a feisty red head. She was one of our most high priced girls in the history of the Underground, but the man who bought her just couldn't keep his bitch on a leash and now she's back," I was so pissed that that fucker just called me a bitch. I almost ran up and slapped him is the face before he started talking again "Now with out further a do, our second girl of the night!" He then waved at me and there were more whistles and applause for me just standing there than for the previous girl when she was dancing on the pole.

When I just stood there for a couple seconds, not knowing what the hell to do, James came and whispered in my ear "Walk up there and dance, cunt!" Again I had the urge to slap that bastard, but then I felt something cold and metal on my back. I was ninety-nine percent sure that was a gun.

I slowly walked up the stage, the whistles and applause grew louder, and when I was about to grab the pole, all hell broke loose.

"Everybody get down on the ground!"

The men in the audience started running away, scattering everywhere. The girls too. I just stood there not knowing what the hell to do.

A group of cops started running after all the guys that they could, jumping them and tasered them to the ground. Some started grabbing the girls, who were kicking and screaming. While watching all this, I felt a pair of arms come around my waist and legs, caring me bridal style. I looked up and saw Jacob.

"What are you doing here!" I asked, shocked.

"Saving you," he answered flatly. He started carrying me out the door the cops came into. I just stared at his face. He looked expressionless, like this was a everyday thing. That bastard didn't even look sad that I was gone or happy that I was finally back. Nothing.

I felt tears well up in my eyes, but I didn't want him to see me cry so I held them in as best as I could. When we got out of the building it was full of cop cars outside. Some cops were coming in and out, dragging people in handcuffs, and throwing them in the back of police cars. I didn't really care about the perverted dudes, I was just hoping that they caught James and Laurent.

Jake set me down when a cop walked up to us.

"Excuse me miss?" He was handsome, for a lack of better words. He had huge muscles that weren't as big as Jacob's but still impressive nonetheless and his had beautiful blue eyes and curly black hair. "Um... miss?" Hot cop said waving his hand in front of my face while I openly stared at him.

"Huh? What?"

"Sorry, you must still be in shock about what just happened,"

"Uhh...yeah," I mumbled, looking at the ground.

"Well we would like for you to come down to the station and answer some questions for us if you don't mind," He smiled. I blushed a little.

"Emmett, don't you think we could do this tomorrow? It's mid-night and she's been through enough today as it is," Jacob explained through gritted teeth.

"She must not be that traumatized, Jake. She looks fine emotionally and she also look fine physically too," he winked at me. That pissed Jake off. Good.

"Are you really fucking hitting on her after that shit in there," Jake grumbled, pointing to the door we walked out from.

"Okay, fine. I'll talk to you tomorrow so we can get some answers about tonight, okay?" he asked me. I nodded. "Do you mind telling me your name?"

"Renesmee Cullen," he nodded.

"Do you have a place to stay at tonight?" he questioned.

Jake spoke up before I could say anything, "She'll stay with me,"

Emmett gave him a questionable look but ignored it. "Okay, well I'll help the guys out here. I'll see you tomorrow, Runessmee," he waved and ran into the building. I waved back, and ignored the fact that he butchered my name. Hell, he was hot enough to get away with it.

Jacob grabbed the arm I was waving to Emmett with and dragged me passed a couple of cop cars and to his black Bentley. He opened the passenger side door for me. I hesitantly got in. He slammed the door, making me jump, and walked to the driver side.

The ride back to Jacob's place was so uncomfortable. You could hear crickets it was so damn silent. I peeked at Jacob through the corner of my eyes. He looked pissed, but a little guilty to. What was that about?

Jacob peeked over at me will I was still looking at him. His eyes quickly went back to the road.

"What?" he asked still staring out the windshield.

"Nothing," I answered, turning my eyes out the passenger side window.

I heard him sigh, but say nothing. I was still the same uncomfortable silence for a few more minutes before we pulled up to Jacob's apartment building.

By the time we got in the apartment and Jacob shut the door, he walked toward me. For a second I thought he was going to hug me or some romantic shit like that, but no that son of a bitch had the nerve to walk passed me and into the living room. He sat his ass on the couch and turned the T.V on, flipping through channels.

"You can take a shower if you want," he shrugged.

That shit fucking did it. I exploded.

"You motherfucker! What the hell's wrong with you! First your ass fucks some bitch on a damn desk when not sixteen hours before you told me you want me to be the mother of your fucking kids and I did a fucking nice thing for your ass and visited you and made you a God damn lunch. Then you come in the fucking auction or club or whatever the fuck it was, save my ass, and don't even do anything. No, 'sorry' or 'thank God your ok'. What the fuck is that shit about? God, you know what fuck this shit, and fuck you dude. After tonight you'll never see my ass again," That was the most I've ever cursed, ever.

Jacob looked shocked and was about to say something but I stopped. That made me even more pissed.

I stomped to the bathroom and slammed the door. I took the slutty school girl outfit off, turned the water on, and took my shower.