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IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: The view depicted in this story on Iran and Iraq is in no way how I actually see these countries. Please understand that the view of Iran, and Iraq, and their people are not my opinion, I do not wish to offend, and if I have, I am truly and deeply sorry. See AN after Chapter 5 to read full explanation

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Jasper POV

It must have been at least six hours since Edward was knocked out cold by the wall. My throat had become so dry because of my constant screaming for him to wake up, I could barely talk, never mind scream. Everything on my body hurt so much and it took everything within me to keep standing, let alone walking. I could see the blood running down his back from the chain cutting into his head. All I wanted was to hold Edward in my arms and lay in a bed -- hell, on the floor would be good, too -- and cuddle up with him, telling him over and over just how much he means to me. I heard Edward whimper a little, and then his hand twitched. I halted mid-stride when I heard him, and spun around to face him. The chain snapped tightly and made me stumble backwards a few steps.

"Hmm!" I screamed as loud as I could toward him. His eyes opened slowly and he reached back to touch the chain wrapped around his head. He flinched and whimpered again. I squeaked out a sorry sound and his eyes flashed immediately to mine. I gestured for him to stand and walk to me. I wanted to see him up close, see if there was anything I could do. He stood with much noise and more whimpers and I felt my tears start up again. His pain had become my pain, and I hated that he was in pain like this because of me. It made me hate myself.

Edward walked slowly toward me on shaky legs, and I motioned for him to turn. He did, again slowly, and I reached out for him, bringing him as close as he could possibly get without digging the chain into him even more. I reached out and saw the chain had embedded into his neck just a little. I whimpered and barely touched it. Edward flinched and turned, having to take a step back to be able to look at me. I strained my chain trying to get to him. I'm sure I must have looked pathetic, but I was desperate to comfort him in any way I could.

"I'm sorry," I said through the gag; it muddling my words together, making it a bit difficult for Edward to understand what I was saying, but I think he got the gist of it. Tears were freely flowing down my face and my vision was blurred. He reached out to my hand and I grabbed onto his. We walked for what felt like forever, hands entwined, taking the three steps that our respective chains allowed, turning and changing hands, and repeating the steps once again.

Next thing I remember, someone had entered the room and I was grabbed tightly by my hair.

"Have you figured it out?" I shook my head as best as I could. I didn't understand what they wanted, why they cared so much. The man undid our chains and I fell to the ground in a tired heap. I couldn't find the strength needed within me to stand or to move. The man rolled me over while another held a weak and whimpering Edward in the corner.

"I . . . I don't understand . . . what he . . . has to do with this?" I whispered, stuttering, to the man.

"That was my boss's son!" the man bellowed. I felt the whip attack my back, then, and I couldn't even pay attention to how many times I was whipped this time around. I just kept praying that Edward wasn't actually watching this and that he had turned his head away. Once they were finished, food and a bottle of water were left for each of us. Thankfully, they left us untied. I didn't even care anymore. As soon as the men left, Edward was quick to scurry over to my side.

"Jasper? Baby, please," he choked out. I whimpered. Edward brought the food over and I decided it was time to try to move. Edward rushed to my side while I was trying to sit up. He helped as best he could, both of our arms shaking.

"Here. Drink," he pleaded. Edward tipped the bottle to my lips and I drank what I could. A little gulp and he pulled away to let me take a breath. He tipped it again and again, the water trickling down my chin and between my lips. I tried to open my mouth a little more, but my jaw was so sore from the gag that I shut it more. I whimpered and reached up to probe it with my fingers. Edward sighed and helped me to open my jaw. After a few more sips of water, I got the strength back to lean forward and grab the sandwich on the tray. Edward leaned back and drank from his water bottle and ate with me.

"Don't drink it all," I rasped out, my voice still raw and sore from all the screaming I had done. "You'll have to go to the bathroom."

Edward reached over and stroked my cheek lightly with his fingers before getting up and grabbing a cloth. He wiped my face and cleaned me up, then I pulled the wet cloth from his hand and motioned for him to turn around.

He let me clean him up, then we curled up on the floor together afterward, using the rest of our clothes for a pillow. Edward lay facing me, on his side, and I reversed his position so I could look at him. I reached up a hand and smiled gently, "I'm glad I can hold you again."

Edward just nodded his head while tears silently fell down his cheeks.

"Why are you crying, baby?" I asked, bringing Edward into my arms to hold him more closely and comfortably, making it easier for me to soothe his fears as best I could.

He took a few minutes to try and calm himself down, so he could talk through his tears. Finally, "I was so scared that . . . they were going to . . . kill you," he stuttered, whispering the last two words.

"Shh, baby. They still might. But, worry about it when it comes, okay? Just . . . for now, sleep. We both need it." Edward nodded and kissed my chest before snuggling comfortably into it. I continued, "How's the head?" I whispered.

Mumbling, he said, "Hurts like hell, but I feel better knowing that we're in each other's arms again," he tightened his arms around my waist for emphasis. Edward ended up falling asleep rather quickly. I, however, stayed awake in case he needed me.

Or until those men came back.

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Hi Everyone!

Ok once again I've gotta thank my beta Princess HarleyHeaven. There will never be enough words or gestures to how much I heart her! You're amazing skills have helped my chapters and stories to be the best they can be. Really You're a fucking god dear!

So now we know that Jasper's killed some boss' son. But who is this boss? Will we know, maybe not.

Next few chapters is Bella's and Emmett's POV

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