Hey sorry this took so long, but I just started my new job this week and between juggling two jobs I haven't had time to post. Sorry this is so short but my next chapter will be much longer if all goes well. I just wanted to get this up ASAP. I also corrected a few mistakes I made last chapter because when I reread it those mistakes irked me. Also next chapter will start in a different point of view. So fingers crossed and enjoy this chapter.

Victoria's Toy

BPOV

I was extremely groggy when I woke up. I opened my eyes and a sharp pain flowed through my head. I attempted to move my hands and realized they were shackled. I sat up as much as I cold, ignoring the pain in my head, and looked around the room as best as I could. I realized I was handcuffed to a bed and my legs were chained. I didn't recognize the room at all. What the hell, I started to think and then everything came back to me. I remembered Jake's chest being slashed, Victoria grabbing me, and the look on my dad's face before I lost consciousness.

"Look who's awake," I looked and saw Victoria standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing? Why bring me here? Why not just kill me?" I asked.

"Just kill you. Sweetheart why would I do that? No, no, I want to make you suffer. I want your mate to watch you die," she said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"He's no longer my mate. Didn't you not notice that he wasn't at the fight? Do you think that he would just leave me behind if he still wanted me? He's probably found a new mate. Why don't you go find her and leave me be?" I asked her.

"Nice one sweetheart, but I know for a fact that he is still hung up on you," she said with a smile.

"How?" I asked.

"Let's just say I have my ways. Well had my ways until your little puppies ridded me of my army. No worries can create a new army before lover boy shows up," she said smugly. "Until then I'll just have my fun with you."

Next thing I know she was at the end of the bed twisting my ankle. I let out an ear splitting scream. Whimpering I looked down at what she did. My foot was at a 180 degree angle from its former position. The bone was protruding from my ankle and a bit of blood was dripping down it. Victoria quickly licked up the drip and approached the top of the bed and whispered in my ear, "I have some business to take care of. Don't worry though I won't leave you alone for long. Soon I'll have you begging me for mercy."

I watched as she walked out of the door. The irony wasn't lost on me about how she can clearly lick the blood off of my ankle and my "mate" could barely passionately kiss me without pushing away from me. I began to think about Jake. I don't believe he's dead. He's a werewolf for God's sake. I mean he and Quil had a fight and Quil broke his arm and it healed in an hour. He's gonna be fine, although he was the only one I was sure was gonna be okay. She won't kill me until Edward comes, but this could take forever. Until then she would torture me continuously. God help me.