Only at Night

Chapter 29

Drowning

BPOV

The gray folded in around me, like a fog rolling in over the ocean at dawn. The cooling temperature from the late night meeting the warmer temperature of the water, culminating in a thick mass; a screen, obscuring, hiding all in my path, until it was right in front of me. Not becoming clear until it was too late to respond, to swerve, to avoid the impending doom. I felt the pressure restraining my wrists, pulling at me, holding tight in their grasp. I waited, listening for the screams, the terror that I was sure would follow, but there was nothing, just silence as I watched the fog close in on me, envelope me, and carry me under. The sensation of falling and landing hard against something stung at my back. I felt movement, like waves, as it seemed to crash over me, turning me this way and that, pushing me forward only to be pulled back and thrown against the jagged rocks again and again. It seemed that I rolled amongst waves for ages, longer than I would have thought possible without drowning. I felt the stinging warmth running down my arm and head, sticky and wet, the smell of iron strong and overpowering, making me dizzy.

I fought to wake up from what was surely another of the constantly escalating nightmares I had been having for months now. I tried to find the warmth of Jasper's arms encircling me, protecting me from the dreams. I longed for his voice to cut through and rouse me, his soft touch and caress to soothe me, let me know that I was ok, safe in his arms, in our bed. All I felt was the thrashing against the jagged rocks and humming vibration that rolled underneath me.

Then, only darkness filled me again.

Maybe I was dead, drowned. Poor Jasper, he would be so lost again.

The fog began to lift, slowly, the edges becoming clearer. The pounding in my head grew louder, sharper, as my surroundings began to come into focus. My hair was in my eyes, sticky, glued to my forehead. I moved my hand to brush the hair away. My hand caught on something, it wouldn't move. I couldn't reach my head. Pressure, there was pressure on my wrists. My arms ached, stretched above my head. Pushing down on my heels to move up to release the pressure on my wrists, the aching in my arm, I felt my feet resist, pulling me back. I opened my eyes, nothing was coming into focus, everything was blurred and searing pain in my head made me nauseous.

I felt the burn in my stomach, rising up my esophagus to my throat and knew that I was going to vomit. The pain in my head so intense, the mere movement was enough to make me physically sick. I could not move, but managed to turn my head before the unexplained matter spewed from my mouth.

The sweat ran into my eyes, my body shook with the chills running across my skin. My throat burned, my lips cracked, dry. Then the darkness settled back in once again.

The throbbing in my arms pulsated from my shoulders to the tips of my fingers. Numbness had set in. My back ached, my legs were stiff, I tried to stretch but was unable to move. I vaguely remembered my wrists and feet feeling restrained sometime before, maybe days ago, I didn't know. So thirsty, my throat burned, my lips hurt, my tongue too dry to moisten them. Why couldn't I move?

Oh My God. Where was I? Jasper, where's Jasper? This wasn't a dream. I wasn't in the water. The mist wasn't a temperature fog, it was a drug haze. My eyes frantically searched my dark surroundings. My wrists and ankles were cuffed, preventing me from moving much. I looked around, what could I see? Oh God, naked, no wonder I was cold, chilled, I was naked. I was on a bed, but where? Not home, the mattress was thin, springs sticking through, poking into my back. It was small, no more than a twin, no sheets, no pillow. Oh God.

Graduation. Oh God. The champagne. That last glass of champagne, I remember drinking it and then, feeling funny, feeling sick, like I was going to pass out. I remember going to the ladies room trying to hold myself up. I remember grabbing for the sink as I felt my knees start to buckle. Oh God, Steve. Steve was with me, Steve drank the champagne too.

Oh Shit. Jacob. Just before all went dark I saw him, I saw him in the mirror, and Jacob was there, at graduation.

OH. MY. GOD. He got to me, he took me, oh sweet Jesus. Jasper, help me Jasper, oh God.

I haven't seen Jacob. I closed my eyes; I would pretend to be unconscious until I could figure out more. Focus Bella, damn it. Small room, bed, cuffed to a bed. Yes it was cuffs, they were cold, hard, and certainly not pink fur lined ones. I let my fingers reach out slowly, a metal frame, not really a headboard, secured them. My toes ran across similar metal at the foot of the bed.

The smell was rancid. Trying to get some idea of where I was I tried to use my other senses, keeping my eyes loosely closed. Breathing in through my nose, looking for clues, led only to a putrid stink. Yes, I had vomited; that was the smell.

Listen, what could I hear? There was nothing, no sounds, no cars driving by on a nearby street. There was no boat horn, no train whistle, no church bells, no fire tuck, no police siren, no ambulance screaming in the night. There was nothing, in fact it was entirely too devoid of sound. I couldn't hear a dog barking, birds singing, no crickets chirping.

We were not in the city. It had taken me years to get accustomed to the noises of the city. There was always some sound, a door closing, a car passing by, brakes screeching, there was always some sound. This was more like, home. Forks, I hated how quiet it was when I first moved there. It took me months to be able to fall asleep, always so quiet, only the occasional owl, or wolf howling far off in the distance. I was somewhere like Forks. Maybe the forest.

The Reservation, it had to be.

OH GOD. Jasper would never find me here. The reservation was private land; it was miles and miles of private undeveloped sprawling land. Nobody outside the tribe was even allowed on the land. I had not seen any windows, for all I knew I could be underground, not visible even if they were able to drive through. The Government had no jurisdiction, Charlie had complained about it repeatedly. I remember him gripping about the fact that he knew things happened on that land that he couldn't do anything about. I remember how frustrated he had been. Jacob would certainly have a huge advantage, if I was even right.

Hell, Sam wouldn't even be able to enter the reservation. I was going to have to find a way out of this myself.

"Figure out where you are yet Bella?"

Gasp. The voice came from somewhere behind me. He had been watching me, sitting there silently watching me. How long had he been there? I knew I had been in and out of it, coming to and passing out again countless times, had he sat and watched all of it?

Bastard.

Still, he was lurking, watching, stalking. He sat where I couldn't see him and he observed. He had not moved; I never even heard him breathing. OH God, I was naked, he was here. He was watching me lying here, naked. The nausea rose yet again and I turned my head barely fast enough to vomit off the side of the bed once again.

It had to have been him, he removed my clothing. Did he... had he...? Oh Jasper please, please help me.

"Take a drink Bella" A glass of water moved in front of my mouth.

I didn't want to drink it. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but I was so weak and so thirsty, dehydrated probably. Could I trust that it wasn't drugged? Did it really matter if it was? He wasn't going to kill me by drugging the water. If he was going to kill me he would have done it with the champagne, or before I came to. The worst that would probably happen was that I would pass out again, that might be welcomed.

I took a drink of the water from the glass he tilted to my lips as I raised my head the little I could. I choked on it as it hit the back of my throat. I was definitely dehydrated; I was having difficulty swallowing and the water felt so good across my lips, over my tongue.

The glass withdrew too soon.

I wouldn't beg him for more. I wouldn't be a weak victim, not to satisfy his insanity.

"You didn't answer my question Bella; did you figure it out yet?"

"No." I lied; I had to buy as much time as I could until I could get out of here. "Where are we?"

"You'll figure it out eventually. Get some sleep, you are useless in your present condition and we are going to be here a very long time. Sorry I can't make you more comfortable, but you do look mighty fine splayed out for me my beauty."

Oh fuck no, that motherfucker.

I closed my eyes and set my mind to getting out of here. I thought about Jasper, how much I loved him, how worried he must be right now; I wish the hell I knew how long I had been here, it could have been days, I had no way of knowing. Wait, yes I did. My period. Graduation was May 25th; my period was due the 29th, I would have cramps and a headache by the 27th. As of now, no cramps. That meant it couldn't have been past the 26th, I was nothing if not regular.

That was good, they would be looking for me, Jasper would not be giving up this soon. Hell, Jasper would never give up.

Oh sweet Jesus, the wedding invitation. What the hell day had Jacob set for our wedding? I racked my memory, trying to remember what that note said, June 1st. That was less than a week from now. Maybe that meant I'd still be alive. Maybe that would be my opportunity to escape; the note had said something about a church. If they had not found me by then, Jasper would be at that church.

Damn it, the water was drugged. I was feeling lightheaded again, dizzy, my heart racing, I was sweating. The room was spinning. Why, why drug me now? Maybe he wanted me out so he could leave, or maybe...., no, don't think about it. The room spun as I began to lose consciousness.

When I came to again I was vomiting once more. There was nothing in my system any more, I choked on the bile and dry heaved after that. I was so weak I could barley move. That was why he was drugging me, he wanted me weak, unable to fight or think. My head hurt and I had cramps, my ass was sore, my back was sore; I had been lying in one position too long. I couldn't feel my arms, the burning in my shoulders stung and it stopped there, there was nothing, no feeling beyond my shoulders.

"Drink." The water cup met my lips again and though I didn't want to drink it, my head lifted and he poured it into my mouth. The deep cracks in my lips were bleeding and I could taste the blood with the water.

"Do you need to use the bathroom?"

"Yes." Maybe I could get a better look around if I could get up for a minute. Maybe the feeling would come back to my arms. I'd give anything to be able to just rub my ass, get some feeling back into it.

"Here." I felt my hips lift slightly and cold metal slide under my bottom. Shit, he wasn't going to let me up.

I was surprised I was able to pee at all, as dehydrated as I was, but thank goodness I did. He would never let me up if he thought I had lied.

Then he poured more of the water down my throat and I drank it down trying not to spill any of the precious nectar my body so badly needed even though I knew it would cause me to pass out again. At least the cramps wouldn't be so bad. It must have been the 27th, two days. I'd been here two days. That was the last thing I remembered before I felt myself go under.

I woke again feeling pressure on my hips. My eyes opened, and shot straight to my hips to find Jacob straddling me, sitting on my hips. Oh God. Wait, he was fully dressed, oh thank God.

"Don't worry Bella, I didn't fuck you. Not yet, there will be plenty of time for that later. I promise, it won't be like Edward, poor boy, it wasn't really his fault, he had no idea what he was doing. No, when I fuck you, you will enjoy it, it won't be selfish, I will pleasure you."

Oh dear lord, what the hell? How did he know anything about what Edward and I did? Who in the hell is this guy?

"What are you talking about? You don't know anything about that."

"Don't I Bella?" He grinned down at me with a smug look.

"I'll make sure you enjoy it and scream my name the way you did for Jasper."

This man is nuts, how in the hell does he know any of these things?

"You'd be shocked at what I know Bella. Soon enough you will have your answers." He just kept looking at me with that smug expression.

"Now you really can't blame Edward, you were his first and he really didn't know any better, I mean who was going to teach him, the Doc. That's a joke, he was even more selfish, took what he wanted, didn't care about anyone else's pleasure or the consequences."

What? Dr. Cullen was the most generous person I ever knew.

"He did love you though, poor fool."

Jacob lifted my head and tilted a cup toward my mouth. "Now you need to eat, you need to get your strength back, its chicken broth, now drink."

It was warm and felt good passing my lips and I drank it greedily, hoping I wouldn't be sick again.

"Here, mashed potatoes, just take a couple forks full."

He lifted a fork of fluffy white to my lips; it felt good to get something in. I took several bites as Jacob fed me, alternating between the broth and the potato. He was tender with the way he went about it, careful not to hit my teeth with the utensils, wiping my mouth between bites. He took care not to spill the broth as I sipped and gulped it awkwardly. He brushed my hair back, out of my eyes, off of my face.

When I finished eating he asked if I felt better. Yeah, I'd feel better if you let me go. I kept it to myself, I didn't want to antagonize him or anger him in any way. I had no way of knowing what would happen if I did.

"You are a beautiful woman Bella, such a hot little body, so tight, so toned. I will enjoy sending you over the edge in pleasure. I can hardly wait." His hand ran down my side slowly, lightly. I cringed even though I tried to remain still.

He climbed off of me and left the room with the dishes and utensils. I was finally able to look around briefly. I was in a small dank room; the only thing in here was this bed and a metal chair behind it in the corner. I had to strain my neck to even see it. Outside the door, I could see a much nicer room. There was a large bed, had to be a king size, with a ton of pillows and what looked like a very nice duvet. I could see bookshelves next to that and recognized several of the spines as a collection of Shakespeare that I owned. The shelves looked well stocked with books and DVDs. There was soft music coming from the other room. I couldn't see any more of the other room from where I was. I looked back around the room I was in and decided it must have been a storage closet, it was built of cinder block, dark, dank and musty, the other room was dry walled, or maybe plastered, and painted. The door had a small window near the top, there were bars across the window on this side and the window was blocked from the other side.

I was essentially in a prison cell.

I listened and could hear Jacob's footsteps, water running and then turning off. The footsteps were coming closer, getting louder. He stopped at the door and looked over his shoulder at the bed that I had been looking at.

"Would you be more comfortable in there Bella?"

I just looked at him, but didn't answer.

"Well, when I think I can trust you a little you will be able to move into the other room, but if you give me any trouble, I'll lock you back up in here. I don't want to have to keep you locked up, but you need to learn to trust me first. Of course you will still be restrained, even in there, but you will be able to walk around, read, watch movies and of course we can make love. I have all of your favorites for you. We won't be able to leave here for some time, so I'm afraid nothing new for awhile. I will eventually be able to get other books or movies for you if you'd like. You'll just have to let me know."

He continued walking in and pulled the chair close to the bed. He placed a bowl, a towel and a cloth on the chair and straddled me again.

"You'll feel better once I've cleaned you up a bit."

I felt myself stiffen as he soaked and wrung out the washcloth. I cringed thinking about his hands on my body, doing the intimate things that only Jasper has ever done for me. I felt the tears stinging my face at the thought of him washing me. Jacob started by wiping my face. He was tender and gentle and took his time to clean the makeup that must have been smeared all over my cheeks and eyes. The dried, crusted remains around my mouth were tenderly wiped away. Jacob took care in rinsing out the rag frequently and worked his way down my body, starting with my arms. He unfastened the cuffs one at a time and washed my arms bending them and rubbing them, soothing the ache. It felt so good, and I tried so hard not to let him know that. I fought to give him no satisfaction in knowing that he was taking the ache away. He spent a lot of time massaging my arms and shoulders before placing them gently back in the cuffs.

As his hands snaked down my body, washing me, the cloth glided over my breasts and I saw his eyes darken as he watched the nipples respond to the texture of the cloth the chill of the air as it hit the damp sensitive skin. I tried to think of anything that would make the involuntary response of my body go away. I knew that it was not a response to him, but the look in his eyes scared the hell out of me.

I heard the gasp come from his mouth and felt him shift his weight on top of me.

"Do you see what you do to me Bella, just the simplest hardening of your sweet tits and I'm hard for you?"

I said nothing; Jacob continued washing me and the tears spilled down my cheeks as he worked lower.

When the cloth reached my core, I shuddered. No, please no, I couldn't stand the thought of him touching me there.

"Jacob, please, no, please." I begged now.

He didn't like that. The tender motions with the cloth grew rougher. His glare, more intense, more frightening.

Suddenly Jacob was off my hips and between my legs. He lifted my hips and spread my legs further apart. The cloth ran from my ass across my slit to the front. I was crying harder now.

"Damn it, Bella, why didn't you tell me you were getting your period?"

What? Shit, it was the 29th.

"If I let you up to use the bathroom will you behave yourself or do I have to put the tampon in for you?"

"I'll behave, I promise, please let me do it myself."

"Alright, but I come with, I watch you at all times, and Bella, don't try anything, I don't want to hurt you but so help me, I will if you try anything. Then I won't let you out again. Do you understand?"

"Yes Jacob, I understand."

Oh God, I lost a day, or am I early? I am never early, but with the stress and the drugs, I just couldn't be sure.

Jacob removed the cuffs and helped me to stand. I was too weak to stand or walk on my own and as much as I hated it, I had to rely on Jacob to help me to the bathroom. I was shocked. It was beyond beautiful; everything I could need was there. He even had boxes of my brand of everything under the sink. He opened the cabinet and pulled out one of the boxes for me, opened it and took one out and placed it on the little table next to the toilet. He walked me over to it and held my hand as I sat.

"I'll give you a little privacy." He turned and walked to the door way and stood there, his back to me. I took care of my needs and let him know when I was ready. He turned and walked back to me, his eyes went to the shower and back to me.

"I don't think you are strong enough to shower by yourself, if you want a shower, I will get in with you, help you. I can't promise the sight of you naked and wet won't get me hard, but I won't do anything, I won't force you right now."

"No, thank you, can I just brush my teeth though."

"Of course you can." Jacob led me to the sink and got a toothbrush ready for me.

"Here, this is yours." He stood behind me and held my waist as I brushed my teeth. When I finished, he sat me down in the vanity stool and brushed my hair. It reminded me of Jasper taking care of me and I hated that thought more than anything else Jacob could possibly do to me. I hated that he was being tender and gentle and caring. He was a monster, and I hated that he wasn't completely acting like one.

"Come; let's get you back in bed so you can rest."

With Jacob's help I walked back to the cell and he told me to lie on my stomach. I did as I was told and waited to feel the cuffs snap back in place, but they didn't. Instead I felt Jacob climb on top of me again, sitting on my ass. His hands went to my shoulders and he began massaging them. I hated that it felt so good; I hated his strong hands and the fact that he was actually very good at this. The ache and pain in my arms was diminishing under his touch and I willed it back. I wanted the pain; I had to remember that he was not a good guy. He was not Jasper. I wouldn't even fantasize that it was Jasper touching me, I wouldn't equate what he was doing with any pleasure and Jasper, he was all pleasure.

Jacob massaged my back rubbing out the kinks until he had worked his way to my ass and he moved down straddling my thighs. His hands fluttered across my ass first, lightly, before he squeezed it firmly. I heard him moaning. I felt the hardness growing under his jeans against my thigh. I wanted to throw up.

His hands went down to my thighs and he massaged them.

"Such a nice ass Bella, I can't wait for you to beg me to take you there."

"Huh, no." I gasped out loud involuntarily.

"Relax, I told you nothing was going to happen yet. You will be begging me for it though Bella, sooner than you think, you will be begging me for release, begging me to fuck you harder, faster, the way you begged Jasper. You will be screaming my name through orgasm after orgasm I promise you. I will make you so happy baby."

"I will never beg you Jacob. Never."

I felt my arms pull hard toward the head of the bed and the cuffs slap roughly against my wrists. My feet were restrained next, my ankles hurting from the pressure. He attached them at the foot of the bed leaving me spread as wide as I could be spread on the little bed.

Jacob was standing now at the side of the bed. He dragged the metal chair against the cement floor, scratching loudly as it went. He came back and stood over me. I felt a sharp sting on my ass.

"Watch your mouth Bella. I told you to behave, now look what you have done. Now I have to restrain you and leave you here rather than bring you to the other room."

I watched as he gathered the towel, bowl and cloth and walked out of the room slamming the door behind him. It was pitch black. Now I knew the difference from when I was awakened earlier. The only source of light or sound was from the other room. I was now utterly alone, naked, chained to a bed in the dark and silence.

At least I could lay on my stomach now, give my back a rest. I lay thinking about Jasper. We would be in California by now, moving into the house. We'd no doubt have christened the entire guest house by now, maybe even the hot tub; it was still a little cool for the pool. Oh Jasper, my poor baby must be losing his mind with worry, wondering whether I am dead or alive, terrified of what Jacob was doing to me. He was going to feel so guilty; he would be blaming himself that Jacob got to me. It wasn't his fault, Jacob somehow knew things there was no way he could know. How did he even know who Jasper was, let alone that he makes me scream in pleasure? How could he possibly know that Edward and I had been intimate, or that Edward was a selfish lover? How did he even know who Edward was, or Carlisle for that matter. Nothing was making any sense. Who the hell was this guy and how the hell did he get his information? Maybe he was guessing. Maybe I was telling him with my reactions.

I had to stay strong, not give Jacob any information until Jasper could find me. I had to keep Jacob happy; he wouldn't hurt me if I didn't give him any trouble. I had to get him to trust me. First step was to get out of this cell and into the other rooms. Then I could figure out the next step. I just had to hope that either Jasper found me or we went to that church to get married and I could make my escape.

I had no idea how long I was laying there, I dozed a few times but each time I woke the door was still closed. I cried, trying to figure out what I had done to attract Jacob's attentions in the first place. He was clearly aware of who I was before I met him in the bar that night. I shuddered to realize that if I had not met Jasper, I would have left that bar with him willingly that first night. Would that have ended it or would that have been when he abducted me? Maybe that had been his plan in the first place and the reason he got so angry when I said no, why he started stalking me. I'd lose my mind if I kept trying to figure out the mind of a madman.

My stomach growled and I could feel that I needed the bathroom.

"Jacob? I need to use the bathroom." I tried calling out to him.

A moment later I heard a lock and then the door opening. Light filtered into the room spreading warmth on the cold floor. I realized I was shivering.

Jacob undid the restraints and helped me to the bathroom without a word. He stood in the doorway again with his back to me. I took care of what I needed to do and asked Jacob if there were any pads so that I wouldn't have an accident. He left and came back with a pair of silk panties and grabbed the box from under the sink.

God, he had thought of everything.

"Your pills are in the top drawer, I put them in your food until now, but you better take today's."

"Thank you." I took the pills from the drawer and realized it was Friday.

Shit, Graduation was six days ago. Jasper was going to be hysterical.

I realized I had to make things better if I ever had a shot of getting out of this.

"Jacob, I'm sorry."

"Come, let me feed you." Jacob brought me to a table and held the chair out for me and pushed it in behind me. He took a bowl of soup from a microwave and placed it in front of me. I ate it and the bread he gave me, feeling better with each bite. I hated being dependent on him to feed me, dependent on him for anything. I needed my strength and if this is what it took for me to build it, I would do it. I would do it for Jasper.

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