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Virgin Blood
Chapter 2
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Bella woke up. Her heart jumped in the way it does when you wake up in an unfamiliar place. Then she remembered what had happened, and it was worse than her initial panic. She wasn't dead. She thought that he would have killed her, but she was still alive.
The room she was in was of a reasonable size. It was obviously a bedroom, she herself was in a large bed. There was an ornate fireplace across the way, large tapestries hung on the walls.
Her hands were tied above her head, her shoulders were sore as a result, though the binds weren't tight. Her head was propped on a pillow, and there was a blanket covering her up to her neck. Bella tried to sit up, to see how much she could move.
Her legs weren't bound at all, she bent her knees and pushed herself back on the bed. When she sat up, the blanket that was covering her fell down to her stomach. She realized that she was still wearing the same thing she had been last night. Was it only last night?
Her breasts were still bare. Bella tried to kick the blanket back up around her, but gave up almost as soon as she tried. It was pointless anyway, there was no one else in the room. Her wrists were tied to the headboard of the bed, but she had enough slack to bring them down in front of her as she sat up.
Bella tried moving her wrists around. The fabric she was tied with was soft, and the binds weren't enough enough to hurt, but they were still tight and strong. She inspected her bonds to see how they were tied, but it was hard to determine. She bit a corner of the fabric, pulling with her teeth. The fabric didn't budge. She pulled harder, but then immediately had to stop due to the wave of nausea she felt. Her head hurt, and she felt weak.
The fuzziness in her head was reminiscent of an overindulgence in wine. Despite this, she took her binds back into her teeth, biting again and pulling, trying to work them lose. She stopped for breaks to rest her head against the back of the bed. She wasn't sure how long it took her, perhaps an hour, perhaps two, but she was finally able to work her hands free.
She wrapped the blanket from the bed around her shoulders to cover her nakedness and ran for the door. It was locked. It was almost too much to hope that it wouldn't be. Bella sunk to the floor. The room was cold, and so was her heart. What was going to happen to her here? Why hadn't he killed her?
Bella forced herself to stand up. She went over to the window and saw that the sun was just starting to set. This filled her with a sense of urgency. He would come out when it was night. The windows were locked shut as well, but even so, Bella could tell she was quite high up off the ground. She went back to the door, shaking the handle again for good measure.
She looked around the room for something that might help her. There was a small desk. It was filled with writing paper, ink, a letter opener, which she grabbed.
Bella went back to the door. Putting her head on the ground, she peered underneath the slot, but couldn't see anything. She shook the handle again. She put the letter opener to the lock, but it was too large to go in. She reached up toward her head, struggling to pull out her hair pins. A chunk of locks fell messily down her cheek. She put the hair pin in the lock. Bella didn't really know what she was doing, but she had to give it a try. She moved around the pin, trying to figure out how it worked.
Bella wasn't so sure how long she was there before she heard the footsteps outside the door. She jumped back, pulling the blanket tighter around her body. For the first time, she noticed that it had gone dark. She dove back onto the bed.
The door unlocked and opened, and Edward was suddenly in the room. He was carrying a tray.
He shut the door behind him. Bella watched him as he looked down at the letter opener, which was still on the floor, and he raised his eyebrows at her.
"I see you're awake," Edward said. He carried the tray over and placed it on the bed next to her. It was full of food. Bella looked at it greedily.
"Go ahead and eat," Edward offered. Bella wanted to throw it in his face, but it looked too good. She repositioned the blanket to keep herself covered as she greedily picked up a piece of chicken and ate. She didn't care to act dainty or polite.
Edward stood back and watched her. Bella refused to look at him. After she was done, she petulantly flung her plate off the bed. It hit the floor with a loud clatter. Bella blushed as Edward only laughed at her childish behavior.
"What do you want?" Bella demanded angrily.
Edward moved so quickly that he was suddenly standing two inches away from her. Bella screamed and jumped back in the bed. Instead of answering her though, Edward only turned and left the room, locking the door as he went. He hadn't retied her to the bed. He had left the letter opener. Bella got the feeling that escape was hopeless.
It was sheer boredom that led Bella back to the door with her hair pins.
By as far as Bella could tell, it was the third day of her captivity. Edward hadn't come back into the room. The blond man came and set trays of food down three times a day. He also took away her chamber pot. He never looked at her, and he never spoke.
Bella had tried to speak to him a few times. She told him her name, asked him his, but he never answered. Bella was certain that he wasn't like Edward. Though he was tall and handsome, he didn't have the ethereal and dangerous beauty that Edward had. He didn't move with Edward's cat-like grace.
The food wasn't very good. The first night, the food Edward had brought her-she had been too hungry to notice its quality. It was often bland and overcooked, but hardly inedible, so Bella ate most of what was brought to her.
She wondered how long she would be kept her like this. Why hadn't Edward killed her? If he wanted to drink more of her blood, why hadn't he come back? Were they keeping her locked up only to kill her later?
Bella had spent the first two days thinking about her family and crying, thinking about her old life. There was only so much of that a person could do, though. It is strange to think of boredom when someone is being held captive by a vampire who may kill you, but there was only so much time a person could sit around being afraid.
Now on the third day, it had to be at least a couple hours after noon, though Bella was judging by her own estimation, since there was no clock in the room. Bella was sitting at the door, fiddling with the lock, as she had been for the past hour. She had at this point really given up all hope as to accomplishing anything, so it took her by quite a surprise when the door actually popped open.
Bella jumped back like she had been scalded, but then pushed the door open further. She barely got a glimpse of the hallway outside her prison before she heard footsteps coming. She quickly closed the door and went and sat down on the bed, giddy with the knowledge that she could escape.
Thoughts raced around in her mind of what she would do, how she would do it, when Jasper came into the room. He apparently didn't notice that the door had been unlocked, and Bella tried to stay calm as not to give herself away.
It took her a moment to realize that instead of carrying his usual tray of food, he carried a little box.
"I need you to lay down on the bed," he said. When he spoke, his voice didn't hold the eery quality Edward's did.
"Why?" Bella asked anxiously.
"No talking," his answer was sharp and controlled. "Lay down on the bed." As he spoke, he looked over her shoulder rather than in her face. Bella didn't know if this was a good sign or a bad one.
Bella carefully walked over and laid down on the bed like he asked. She knew she had to cooperate so that she could get him to leave, so she could make her escape.
He didn't answer her question, though. He only walked over to the bed and set down the box he was carrying. For the first time it seems, in the days she has been here, he looked her in the face. He stared down at her for a moment, with an undecipherable look in his eyes. He then appeared to make some sort of decision, and his expression was stonily blank again, though determination shown hard in his eyes.
Before Bella could register what he was doing, he had pulled out iron shackles from his box. He grabbed her right wrist and shackled it to the bed behind her.
"What are you doing?" she asked a desperately. She had hoped to get him on her side because he wasn't a vampire like Edward, but the blank expression on his face now scared her almost as much as Edward's contemptive one.
"Please," she begged. She begged this man in a way she had refused to beg before. He didn't respond.
Despite the fact that he was human, his strength was still far superior to Bella's. She had no chance of escaping him. He shackled her left wrist to the bed as well.
"Please," Bella begged again, her voice quivering. What was he doing? she wondered desperately. She was so close. He hadn't done anything to her the past three days, why now? Had she been mistaken, had he realized that she had unlocked the door? The man only pulled out a strip of cloth and stuffed it in her mouth. He tied it in place around the back of her head. Bella moaned, and the sound came out muffled. She couldn't talk anymore.
She kicked out her feet, but the man effeciently grabbed her right ankle. He didn't use iron on her feet, though, but instead tied them with rope to the baseboard of the bed. The bonds were tight. He easily tied her left ankle as well. She had never felt so helpless in her life. Even when she thought Edward was about to kill her, she could atleast move her legs, even if it wouldn't make a difference. She could at least scream. Now she couldn't even do that.
"I'm not going to hurt you, but I need you to stay really still," the man explained to Bella.
Though he left the blanket in place to keep her upper half covered, he pushed her skirts up around her waist. Bella's sex became exposed to his eyes. Bella started screaming into her gag. He was going to rape her, and she couldn't move. Why now? Was this her punishment for unlocking the door? If she could talk, she would apologize for trying to escape, she was promise to never do it again.
When he calmly reached into the box and pulled out a sharp razor blade, Bella's shreiking became even worse than it had before, though the gag muffled her well. She pulled at her bounds what little she could, though she knew it was useless.
He ignored her, as he walked away from the bed and picked up a bowl of water from the other side of the room. When he came back, he looked down dispassionately at her helpless, screaming form. She had tears falling down her eyes. She blushed at the exposure of her most private area. She wanted to beg, but the gag made that impossible.
"You have to stop thrashing around like that or I might accidentally cut you," he said. He calmly grabbed some soap from his box and dipped it in the water.
Bella cried out as he uncerimoniously placed the bar of soap between her legs and began to rub her there. Her thighs quivered as she attempted to squeeze them shut, but her legs were bound too far apart allow her much leeway. She bucked her hips, but she couldn't really get away from his hand.
As soon as he pulled out the razor, Bella started screaming again.
"Stay still," he said as he brought the sharp metal closer to her sex. It was pure fear of getting cut that made Bella lie as still as she could as the razor got closer.
He scraped away the hair that was there, rinsing the razor in the water, before repeating the process. Bella was surprised to find that he was shaving her cunt hair off. While she was relieved he wasn't going to cut her, the immedieate relief she felt at being spared physical pain was soon replaced with her abject humiliation.
She had no choice but to stay still and endure. He was soon done shaving the top of her mound, and he pulled her labia out so that he could get into the crease there formed by her inner thigh. Bella whimpered as his finger brushed her clit. She was humiliated further at the thought that the sensation felt good. She didn't know why this was happening, or why she felt this way. He was being very gentle, and the gentle attention paid her her nether region was afffecting her despite herself. The conflicted emotions caused Bella to cry silently to herself.
He didn't do anything to nurture Bella's brush with desire, though. He tried his best to touch her as little as possible. He worked quickly and efficiently, like a doctor. When he had sufficiently removed all her hair, he wiped her down with a cloth. Bella was more humiliated than ever as she lost the protection of the hair. Her sex was now bald in the most scandalous way, bald to his gaze. He didn't really appear to be interested in staring at her, though. When he was done, he threw her skirts back down over her body. He silently gathered up his materials and box, and without a backward glance, left the room.
Bella lay still. She felt a panicky despair. He had left her immobile on the bed. There was absolutey no escape from his.
Bella was confused as to why he had shaved her. There was a not unpleasant ache in her sex, but it faded as she was forced to lay bound to the bed. She cried at her lost attempt at escape. She had been so close, but it was hopeless now. She had a feeling that the waiting was over, and whatever she was being kept for was going to happen now.