I clamped my mouth shut, and trying to pretend I was somewhere else. This wasn't happening.

He ran one hand over my face and down my neck, finally letting his palm encircle my breast. Gasping, I jerked and fought his grasp, but he wouldn't let go. He only chuckled.

"I guess you're pretty new at this huh?"

He tightened his grip on me and I whimpered in pain.

He caught my nipple and pinched it hard.

I winced and he caught my expression. "Oh darlin', you haven't seen anything yet," he promised.

I felt the horror seeping into my body.

"Lenny," the driver said, "you'd better not be damaging the goods yet. You know I get the first turn at 'er." I fought to breathe calmly.

"No Stan, I'm just playing with her," Lenny assured him.

Stan must have been satisfied with that because he didn't say anything else.

Lenny put down his head and sucked on my neck, I shuddered in disgust. "You're going to be real fun, I can't wait sweetie."

His hand slipped under my blouse and pushed up my breast through my bra and continued to fondle it. He started groaning and breathing heavy on my neck. I swallowed slowly; I thought I was going to be sick.

Finally the van pulled to a stop. It was dark outside and the street lights didn't illuminate much. I could only see the run down apartment building they drug me into. They shoved my up some steps and through a rust ridden door. After they got inside, they locked four different locks.

It didn't feel real. It was like it was just some bad dream. I was pushed into what looked like a living room. There were three other guys in there, watching a football game on TV. They all looked up as we came in. Then they started grinning. The blonde haired one called out to Stan, "Hey, isn't that the chick we almost had a couple of years ago?"

Stan grinned, "Sure as hell is."

Another shudder ran through me.

Another brown haired guy took a swig of his drink and said, "After you go, can I?"

Stan shook his head. "No, it's Lenny then you can go."

He looked disappointed. "Hurry up will ya? I can't wait."

Stan just grinned. "I'm taking my time."

He looked down at me. "Are you still a virgin sweetheart?"

I stared at the floor as my face heated up.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said and they all started laughing.

He wrapped an arm around my stomach and pulled me forcibly into a room.

He threw me down on the bed and then locked the door. The room didn't have any window. He went over and turned on a lamp. Light flooded the room.

"Yes," he murmured, gazing at my body. "I'm going to enjoy watching you."

At that, I tried to scramble off of the bed, but he was having none of that. He grasped both of my wrists and stretched them above my head. It yanked my arms tight. I tried to turn my head when he tried to kiss me, but with his free hand, he jerked my chin around.

"Now," he murmured against my mouth, "we can do this the hard way, or the easy way."

Trembling, I paused in my struggles. Edward wasn't going to be able to save me this time.

He forced his mouth on mine and shoved his tongue inside. His free hand roamed my body, finally resting on my breasts. Grinning, he leaned off of me, and started to undo the buttons.

"Please, please, I'll do anything," I tried to plead with him; I could tell nothing would help, but I tried anyway.

"Yes sugar," he kissed my mouth softly. "We're going to do everything."

He finished unbuttoning my blouse and released my hands to take it off of me. I used that opportunity to try to hit him. I smacked him in the face once before he caught my hand.

He glared down at me. "Well sugar, I was going to make this pleasurable for you too, but I guess that's not what's gonna happen here."

He unhooked my bra and started vigorously squeezing my breasts. Then he ran his hand across my stomach and between my legs. I tried to squeeze them together, but he forced them apart and touched me there. I felt sick. It felt wrong.

He started to laugh at my discomfort. "I warned you sweetheart," he chuckled to me. Then he got a weird look in his eyes and started kissing my neck, working his way down. Then to my horror, he started sucking on my breast. I tried to pull away, but he still held me firmly in one place with one hand. He moved back up to my mouth, kissing me hard, making my mouth sore.

He ran his hands under my back and down to my backside. He grasped my butt and thrust me up into him. Something hard pressed into my stomach. I fought back the bile rising in my throat. Please, someone save me, I cried pointlessly in my head.

He started fumbling with my jeans snap, his mouth never leaving mine. He pulled off my jeans. Then he pulled off his own clothing.

Eventually, he released my mouth.

"No, no, please," I begged, gasping for air.

"You've had this a long time coming honey," he grinned and took off my remaining clothing. I gasped loudly as he shoved two fingers inside me.

"Do you like that, do you?" He taunted me as he pushed them in deeper. The pain was getting worse and worse, like a pressure building.

"Stop it," I cried, fighting against his iron strong arms. He withdrew his fingers and positioned himself over me. He hovered over me for a second.

Then he thrust into me. I screamed loudly. The pain was burning. Not as bad as the experience in Phoenix, but still bad. I tried to look away, but he reached up and gripped my chin. He held it centered, so he was starring straight into my eyes. The terror in mine must have pleased him. I could feel him inside of me. He was still in me. A shudder ran through my body. He smiled and said, "I knew you'd be a virgin. Is this how you'd imagined your first time would be?" He grunted as he withdrew and slammed back into me. "Where's your little boyfriend now," he whispered cruelly as he thrust in again. I kept on screaming as he continued ripping into me. He started going harder and faster, and then he stopped. I closed my eyes and thanked God it was over. He collapsed on top of me. He nuzzled my neck.

"I knew you would be wonderful sugar. You are just like sugar, sweet as ever."

He had never moved, and he was still inside of me. I daren't even move, I didn't want him to do anything else to me, but I wanted him out of me now. I couldn't believe it, but it had happened. He had taken the one thing that I was planning on giving to Edward. He would never want me now. I was damaged goods. I started crying again silently. As the sobs wracked my body, Stan leaned up and looked at me.

"Sweetheart, I know I was good, but I never expected tears of mirth." He laughed again and to my disgust licked the tears off of my face.

"I think it's time for another round," he grinned and to my horror, he started to harden inside of me. Please not again, I thought desperately. He started to slam into me once more.

Where are you Edward?

Edward's Point of View

I paced restlessly. The tracking device I put on the Volvo hadn't shown any movement and it showed it still in the parking space. How could that be, the mall must be closed by now. Restlessly, I thrust a hand through my hair. Where was she? She promised she would be here by now. My cell phone rang, and I flipped it open hurriedly, thinking it was Bella.

"Hello?"

"Edward, come home," Alice's normally bubbly voice appeared solemn and panic-stricken.

"I'm on my way." I flipped shut the phone and took off. Within two minutes I was home. Only Alice and Jasper were home, everyone else was out hunting.

"What," I said tersely, glancing worriedly from Alice and Jasper's panicked expressions.

"I'm so sorry, it just came to me now," Alice sobbed tearlessly.

"WHAT?" I roared. I had to know what was going on.

An image flashed in my head. Alice closed her eyes.

"No," I whispered as I sank to the floor.