Chapter 18
:) Sorry for the massive cliffhanger!! Here's what happens next… Enjoy!
"Language, my dear," he murmured, before drawing his face to my breasts. I gasped
in fright and disgust, as my chest heaved and I began to cry with fear and panic. I
couldn't do anything, helpless, afraid.
"Edward," I moaned, "Please, help me…"
Wovers slapped my face viciously, drawing his face, now twisted with hate and malice,
up to mine. Grabbing hold of my collar roughly, he snarled into my ear,
"Don't you ever mention his name again, you filthy whore!" he slapped me again, this
time causing me to cry out. "You're my bitch now." And that, it seemed, broke his
boundaries. He tore off the rest of my clothes until I was lying before him, just in my bra
and undies. He grinned and leant back so he was straddling me but sitting up; his thighs
clamped down against mine as he threw off his jacket and tie, his black waistcoat and
his cotton shirt. Heaving with desire, his chest resembled an agitated puffer fish above
me. He threw his mouth back down to my breasts, licking the flesh above my bra with
relish, his arms firmly roped behind my back. He sucked long and hand, until a large red
welt appeared and I was crying with pain and terror. His hands clutched at the back of
my bra until it came apart in his hands, and he ripped it away, like a child with an ice
cream. Wovers leered down at me for a moment before taking my breasts roughly in his
grasp, squeezing and pulling, clutching and massaging. My jaw was rigid and my hands
clenched as I waited for the inevitable, whimpering softly.
Suddenly, as if tiring of my chest, he reared up over me, yanking off his pants, and pulling
his undies down. Seeing his swollen member, ignited a much greater fear within me and
groans of terror came from my mouth with each labored breath I took. He wrenched off
my undies and, unable to hold in his anticipation, a spurt of liquid burst from the tip of his
penis. Growling fiercely, he positioned himself above my entrance, as my thighs clenched
and my groin cramped spasmodically.
Amazingly, Wovers suddenly paused. I glanced up fearfully, to see him glaring in the
direction of the door. I heard it the next time.
"WOVERS!!!!!!!!!!" My great aunt… I'd almost forgotten she was there… Wovers glowered at
me, whispering fiercely,
"We're not finished yet." He quickly dressed, calling,
"Coming, Ms Swan!" Sneaking a last menacing glance at me, he snuck out the door,
locking it behind him. Now was my time to act. With him out of the room, my body unfroze
and I twisted and turned, trying to wiggle out of the ropes, my fear spurring me on.
Miraculously, one wrist came undone, and I quickly freed the other. I lurched towards the
bedside table, grappling wildly for my phone. I punched in the numbers urgently, and
while the dial tone rang, ever so normal, ever so slowly, my fingers fiddled and fidgeted
nervously with the bindings on my feet.
"Come on Edward," I whispered anxiously, "Pick up the phone, come on."
Then suddenly someone answered.
"Bella?" The voice – Edwards voice – was laced with terror. "Bella, is that you? Are you
ok???" I nearly wept in relief.
"Edward!! Oh Edward, thank God… Oh please, you've got to help me! It's… Wovers, the
butler." I began to cry. "He… he tried…" I couldn't go on, and I heard Edward swear
violently under his breath.
"Oh God, Bella, just hold on ok?? I'm coming, Bella, don't worry. I'll be there soon,
don't worry… I'm in England now alright??" I nodded through my tears.
"I need you." My voice was weak and cracked.
"I need you too, honey, I love you so much. Just stay on the phone, just keep talking
Bella. I'm here ok?? I'm here." In the background, I heard footsteps, coming back up
the ornate, spiraling staircase.
"Edward," my voice wavered, shrill as possible in a whisper, "Edward, he's coming back
up. He's coming back!! Holy fuck, what do I do??!!" Edward swore again.
"I'm so close honey, just hold on talk to him, keep him calm, just a few more minutes. I'm
almost there with you." My body shuddered, trembling violently with fear.
"I've gotta hang up now, or he'll see you talking to me ok?? I love you. Hang in there
Bells." Then he hung up. I stared blankly at the phone, for what seemed eternity. But when
the door creaked suddenly, I flung it under the mattress, curling up into a catatonic ball on
the bed. Wovers' head appeared around the door, a wild smirk of anticipation, changing
to confusion, then anger in a matter of seconds. He crossed the room in furious strides.
"What the fuck is this?" His eyes narrowed.
"What have you done?" He advanced upon me, slowly. I sat there refusing to look at him,
my lips trembling.
"Isabella, look at me!" With that, he grasped my shoulders roughly, shaking me, twisting my
head to face him. "What have you DONE??" he slapped me again, harsher. And with that
final abuse, I snapped. All fear deserted me, replaced by a anger so fierce I was half
afraid of it. But I let the feeling consume me, like wildfire raging through a peaceful forest.
My anger surged out through me, my eyes filled with hate, disgust. He took a jerky step
back, the force of my emotion stunning him.
"I called Edward, you freak." Venom laced my voice, and I spat with loathing. "He's
coming, and when he finds you…" I shook my head a grin twitching my lips, mocking . I
stalked up close to him, my lips close to his ear. I could feel him tremble, as I marveled at
the strength Edward had given me.
"You're fucking dead."
Ooooh!!! Yeah I know I'm sorry, Edwards still not there but soon! Soon I promise.
Also, I apologize about the language if it offends anyone… I don't usually swear but
hey, my story wanted it. :) Hope you liked it!
~ kris ~