A/N: I really hope that you guys don't hate me for this chapter... It was difficult to actually type this, and I hate myself for it, but its completely essential to the plot. So please don't hate me. And if you do hate me, review this chapter to let me know. :P anyways, I would ask you to enjoy this chapter, but I don't know if "enjoy" would be the right word to use in this case.

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone except for Amos and the other guy. Who doesn't really have a name...haha. All the other characters belong to Stephenie Meyer who is a beast. Which is a good thing, if you didn't know. lol

Chapter Five

-Pain-

Abandoned Warehouse, Just south of Port Angeles.

"Please..." my tongue could hardly form the words. "Please don't. Please stop..." I was crying now, my sobs shaking my shivering body.

"Stop?" the man chuckled. "Darlin, we haven't even started yet."

I had no idea what I was in for. What were these men going to do to me?

I pulled away from him, and tried to scramble away from his grasp, but we all knew that my attempts at escape were futile. I heard their throaty laughs, but didn't care. If I was going to die tonight, I would die fighting.

They quickly overtook me with their long strides, and dragged me back to my previous position in the center of the room by my hair. My eyes smarted from the pain in my scalp.

"Now look here, Missy," Amos said, grabbing my forearm, "you need to behave yourself, or else I will force you to behave." He pushed me onto my back.

I snarled in his direction.

"Make me." I couldn't believe the words had come out of my mouth, but there they were, floating in the air between me and the two men.

"As you wish." Amos pointed the other man in the direction of the lighted room.

"Go get the ropes."

I spasmed in fear. Ropes?

Amos dragged me to one of the sets of shelves, while swollen-tongue-guy handed him the ropes. They were going to tie me to the shelves. I thrashed around, trying to loosen their grip on me, but before I could get away, Amos hit me square on the face with the back of his hand.

"SIT STILL!" He hit me again, just for good measure. I whimpered, gripped by fear and unable to move. I was going to die tonight. I was sure of it. Edward was too far away, having gone to Canada to hunt. He would never make it in time, even if he knew where I was, even with his maniac driving.

I sobbed silently as Amos finished tying my hands to the shelves, cursing him. What would Charlie think, finding his only daughter murdered and beaten to death? I shuddered at the thought.

"Shouldn't we hurry up and kill her? What if somebody finds us?" Even to me, the man's worries sounded stupid. Nobody would find us in this warehouse, especially with the storm raging outside like it did.

"Shut up you idiot, nobody is going to find us. Besides," Amos ran a hand through my barely damp hair, bringing it to his face and smelling it, "I want to have a little fun with her first."

They were going to rape me.

There was a flash of lightening and I saw my attacker's face for the first time. He was the dark man who had followed me the last time I was in Port Angeles, the one Edward had rescued me from.

I screamed, but my voice was drowned a boom of thunder. Amos laughed and hit me again, making me scream harder. I didn't want them to prolong the moment. Let them kill me. Let them kill me now. Let them have their fun and kill me. I want to die. I don't want to be afraid anymore. Just let me die.

Amos stood, taking off his belt. I was still screaming. I couldn't stop.

"Boss, shouldn't you tape her mouth or something? She's making an awful racket." The man standing over to the side seemed worried.

"No. Nobody will hear her scream over the storm out there." He leaned down, taking my own belt off and unbuttoning my pants. "Besides, I want to hear her scream." I was numb. My whole body was tense, as if knowing what it was about to be put through, and my throat hurt from screaming for so long with such intensity. My voice gave out and I couldn't scream anymore.

"Please don't... please... don't..." I whispered. I knew it was pointless. Amos just continued stripping me of my clothes, pulling my jeans down to my ankles, unbuttoning my shirt to expose my white cotton bra. He ran his hand down the length of my body, from my temple to my ankle, and my body shivered in fear. He seemed to like that reaction.

There was a cough in the corner of the room.

"Leave us." Amos commanded in a harsh voice, his words heavy with desire.

"But Boss, I thought you said I would have my turn too!" The other man's tone was whiny and childish.

"LEAVE US!" Amos was angry now, and I knew he would take out his anger on me. "You'll get your turn when i'm through with her!" The other man shuffled off, leaving me and his 'boss' alone.

"Please, just let me go. Just let me go..." I had to try, one last time.

Amos chuckled.

"Not until i've had my fun with you." He ripped my panties down, and I could hear the tear of the fabric. His eyes roamed over my body, followed by his hands. My tears were becoming sobs now. He was touching me, more than Edward had ever touched me. If there was a God out there, like Carlisle believed, how could he let this happen?

Amos pushed my bra up to my armpits, releasing my breasts, and giving him access. He grabbed them hard, and started slapping me. He hit me everywhere, my face, my chest, my legs, anywhere he could reach. I was to the point where everything around me was swimming because of the pain. I couldn't take it anymore. I wished to be unconscious, but my body wasn't complying. I could hear his heavy breathing, quickening with excitement.

I felt his fingernails, tearing at my skin, along my arms, breasts and ribcage, my stomach, and finally to my folds, scratching and tearing. I screamed in pain.

"Does that hurt?" He started ripping at my skin, pausing for a moment to place himself at my entrance. "Well you ain't seen nothing yet." He thrust into me, hard and cruel, not even allowing my body to adjust. We screamed in unison, me from the burning pain, and him in pleasure. He thrust into me, fast and hard, his arms holding him up while his mouth attacked my body, biting anywhere he could reach. I couldn't register what was happening. My mind wouldn't let me take it all in. The burning pain was growing, and so were my screams. Instead of stopping, he seemed to get off on my pain. He cursed at me, calling me names, and yelling profanities, until finally, he climaxed sending himself over the edge. He collapsed on top of me and his weight knocked my body to the floor, sending my arm at a strange angle. I heard the bone break. I didn't care. I couldn't tell what was happening around me. This was a pain I had never known. My body couldn't even register it.

He pulled himself out of me and gathered his clothes, pulling his pants up, putting his belt on and shrugging into his jacket. He looked down at me once more, spitting in my face, and left the room, leaving me in the cold darkness, shivering in my half naked state.

The door squeaked open again. It was the other man, the whiny one who's tongue I had bitten.

"You're gonna be a good girl for me, aren't you?" He was taking off articles of clothing, obviously excited to begin hurting me.

I couldn't even make a sound.

"ANSWER ME!!" I tried to comply, but couldn't. Again, I wished for unconsciousness, and in response to my unspoken request, he hit me in the face, sending me over the edge into darkness.

I was cold, very cold. I could taste something on my lips, blood. I felt a shudder go through my body, an involuntary reaction to the chill. Quickly, yet gently, I felt myself being laid onto something soft, a bed. I barely noticed the difference. It all felt the same to me anyways. I couldn't open my eyes, one was swollen shut, and the other was glued shut, whether from blood or tears, I did not know. A sob racked through my body, causing it to painfully jolt.

"Shhh... Bella, you're going to be fine now. I'm here." I could hear sadness in the voice that I did not yet recognize... I was too tired. I could feel a cool hand trace along my cheekbone and even though I didn't want to be touched, I didn't have the strength to stop them. I was ruined. I never wanted another man to touch me, ever again. I was ruined. I was ruined for Edward. He would never want to touch me again. I let out another sob, and this time I didn't care how much it hurt me. The sobs were never ending, one after the other until finally, strong arms pulled me into their embrace, holding me close to a marble chest. I heard the cold someone holding me humming, and I could feel the vibrations in their chest. It was a simple enough melody, one I faintly recognized... I felt myself drifting back into the dark waters of sleep...

A/N: PLEASE DON'T HATE ME FOR THIS!! I know that you guys probably all hate me for doing this to Bella, but please don't! This was planned from the very beginning... I even thought about going in a different direction, just to make you guys happy, but in the end, I figured I might as well go with the original plan, hoping you guys would eventually forgive me.

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