This is a warning that this chapter has veeerry mature content. This is mostly in Bella's point of view of what James is doing to her and if you are uncomfortable do not read Bella's point of view for this chapter but please read Edwards point of view! They are in bold, it's hard to miss! The search for Bella will take a great part for a few chapters and if you're uncomfortable with the abuse/rape, Edwards part will be void of any graphic content on the matter unless I post otherwise!

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Ch 12: Torture

BPOV

I woke up feeling disoriented and stiff. I try to stretch out my muscles to get more comfortable and I feel a tug on my wrists in the process. I am puzzled and then I remember where I am and that I am bound. I groan out of frustration because my muscles are protesting loudly and my bladder is killing me.
"Please" I moaned in pain. "I won't run, I don't have the energy too. But please unbound me and let me use the washroom" I moaned in pain again. My muscles were screaming at the position I was in and the pain was causing me to start to blackout.
"I will unbind you and let you use the bathroom under one condition" I heard him say from across the room.
"And that is?" I asked with the little voice I had left. My throat was dry and my voice cracked in the process.
"You will see afterwards. Come on let's get you untied" he said with amusement in his voice. I was worried. It couldn't be a good condition but at this minute I didn't care.

I felt his breath in my face and then his lips slammed down against mine. I tried not to flinch because my cheek still stung from the last hit but I didn't kiss him back either. He moaned and tried to stick his tongue into my mouth. I didn't fight against him because I didn't have the energy to. He finally stopped and undid my wrists and my feet. He left the blindfold on and I didn't mind. I didn't want to see him; I didn't want to have his face haunt me anymore than it did already. He grabbed my arm harshly and yanked me up to my feet. My knees buckled under me and he groaned and yanked me up harder this time. I groaned in pain. He started pulling me forward and I heard only our footsteps and loud doors. All of a sudden he started working on my pants and all I could do was try and step backwards.

"Stand. Still" he yelled in my ear. "I'm pulling these down so you can use the bathroom. That's all" he finally said. I let him work at my jeans even though my body was screaming at me to get away from him. Once he had my pants and underwear down he let me sit down and I finally got to relieve my bladder and I did so with a moan of pleasure. The excruciating pain I had been in started to fade away. When I finished I wiped and I got up to pull up my pants.
"Stop" he ordered. I did so immediately. I didn't want to disobey him. I felt him move closer and his hands run down the side of my body. His fingers slid into my folds of my vagina and I wanted to run away. He harshly shoved two fingers into me and I cried out in pain.
"You like that don't you. You dirty little slut" he moaned in my ear as he kept pounding his fingers into me. I cried. Tears were soaking my face as the pain kept up. He picked me up all of a sudden and I felt us walking to somewhere.

I was still crying and I didn't know what to do with myself. He threw me down on a very hard bed it felt like and my pants and underwear that were around my ankles were stripped from me. I started crying harder. I knew where this was going. I didn't have the strength to fight him and if I did I knew it would just hurt worst. He thrust his dick into me quickly and I screamed out of pain. It had been a long time since I had sex last and the intrusion was fast and hard and I was in extreme pain. He didn't let up. He kept up his pace thrusting into me fast and hard and grunting. He bit my neck and shoulder and had me crying out louder and louder.
"You love this you little slut! I knew you would love this! Yell louder!" he groaned as he thrust hard three more times and I felt his semen in me. I cried and cried. He got off me and cleaned me up with a hard towel before throwing my pants at me.
"Get dressed and stay in bed." He yelled as I heard him walk out and slam the door. I quickly put my jeans back on feeling dirty and used. I cried for what felt like hours before I finally passed out on the bed that I was sure I'd get diseases from and hoped that I'd just die in my sleep.

EPOV

It was Wednesday morning and Bella's car still hadn't left the parking lot. I didn't even bother going to class. I got back in my car and I was heading to her house. I needed to see that she was okay. I got to her house in impeccable time and the chiefs cruiser was still in the driveway. I went up to the door and knocked. The door was immediately opened as the chief was about to leave for work.
"Edward Cullen. Hello son, what can I do for you?" he asked with his scruffy voice.
"I was wondering if Bella was okay. Her car has been in the parking lot since after lunch on Monday but she didn't show up for Chemistry. I texted her but I never got a reply. I was wondering if she is ill?" I ask the last part as a question. His eyes land on mine and then open wide.
"You mean to say you haven't seen Bella since Monday after lunch?" he asked as I could see his body start to shake.

"No sir, I was coming to check if she was okay." I said a little shaky. The way his mouth was set in a firm line had me scared.
"She hasn't been home since Sunday night. I figured she's been at Alice's. Do you have Alice's number?" I pulled out my phone right away and dialed Alice's number. We weren't close but since I was close with Jasper, when he didn't answer and it was important she was who to call. She picked up with a whisper.
"I'm in class whoever you are!"
"Alice this is important. You need to leave class so we can talk" I said urgently. She grumbled but I heard her ask to leave.
"This better be freaking important bec—" I cut her off not having time for this.
"Have you talked to Bella since Monday?" I asked quickly.

"No, I've tried texting her and calling her and there has been no answer. I was wondering why her car was in the parking lot but she hasn't been around. Did you check with chief?" she asked.
"I'm with him right now. He hasn't seen her since Sunday night." I said in a scared whisper.
"Sunday night!" I heard her scream. "Edward! This isn't okay, she wouldn't just up and disappear on her own!" She was screaming and I could hear her pacing around and opening doors heading out to her car. "Give me 20 minutes. I'll get anyone I know and we will be at her house." She said as she hung up.

Chief was pacing around the front yard.
"Has she been at Alice's?" he asked. I looked down and shook my head, not wanting to see his eyes.
"Sir, Alice is heading over with some friends right now. Nobody has been able to get a hold of her for days and Alice says this isn't like her to just up and leave on her own. I think you need to call the station" I finally said. I had a gut feeling that this wasn't okay. This wasn't something that just happened, Bella didn't just leave. This wasn't something she would do, even her friends knew that. I heard him on his cell phone in an instant and I sat down on the front step with my head in my hands. I didn't know what to do. I heard cars pulling in and people rushing around on their cell phones calling people. I kept hearing more and more people pulling up and talking.

People were coordinating a search party and detectives were being involved. Cops were questioning everyone they could get to talk about the last time they saw Bella. I knew I should get up and talk but I think I was in shock. I heard my parents show up and my dad came right to me. I couldn't look up at him and see in his face the look I knew he'd be giving me. I was supposed to be strong, I was going to be a famous surgeon one day. I had to be able to handle the stress. But this wasn't just some patient that I didn't know, this was Bella. This was the girl I had started to fall in love with. The girl I was in love with was missing… and I was the last one seen with her.

BPOV

I heard him walking around the house or whatever we were in and banging things around. I flinched every time there was a new bang and my nerves were getting the best of me. I wanted to take the blindfold off to see something other than black but I was afraid he would see it was off and I could be hurt because of it. I didn't want anything else. I knew he was going to rape and abuse me, but hopefully if I didn't disobey he wouldn't do anything worse than that. part of me hoped he would just kill me and that made me want to disobey so I wouldn't have to suffer any longer, but I knew that if I died it wouldn't do any good for my family and friends that would probably never find me.

How long had I been gone? Had anyone realized yet? Surely someone had to… I wonder if they were looking for me. Was I even anywhere near Forks anymore? I don't know how long we had traveled, but there was a chance I wasn't even in Washington anymore. Were we in a deserted area? A forest? Maybe we were in the downtown because nobody would think to look for a missing teenage girl in downtown Seattle. I didn't cry anymore. My body was slowly dehydrating and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth whenever I swallowed. My stomach ached because I hadn't eaten in at least a day now. It was hard to keep track of time when you were always in darkness.

He hadn't come to visit me in a while and I was thankful. I wouldn't be able to handle him touching me again without passing out from the pain. I'm sure if I passed out the torture would be even worse and if I ever did get out of this I don't know what I would do. He had yet to see my arms thankfully because he hadn't cared about seeing my body when he raped me. He cared about the act in itself, and his own personal pleasure. I was surprised he didn't rip the clothes off me but I guess that would mean having to give me something so I didn't die of hyperthermia before he was done with me.

I couldn't help but wonder if I was the first girl. Had other innocent girls had to go through what I was going through? Did he kill them after or did he keep them forever? Were there other people in the house? It would sure explain why he hadn't been around me very much and the commotion. I hoped that no other girl had to go through this. I hadn't had a perfect life; I was used to being subjected to pain because of my own personal problems but innocent teenagers that had never felt that kind of pain having to go through this? Nobody deserved what he was doing and I hoped that if he didn't kill me, I could find a way out and save others from him. I head a door open and I shrank in on myself trying to look smaller. I didn't want him near me or touching me in anyway. I felt his breath on my neck and felt him kiss it a couple times because biting. It wasn't as hard this time but he made sure to bite in the exact spot he did before to cause discomfort.

"Eat up slut. You're gonna need the energy for the night I have planned" he said with a laugh before leaving the room and closing the door with a bang! I shivered and felt tears slip down my cheeks again. I slowly took off the blindfold so I could see what I was eating and gagged as I saw burnt toast and soup that looked like it had been overcooked also. I plugged my nose and started to eat. If I didn't eat this I wouldn't be able to do anything to keep myself alive long enough to save others. There was a bottle of water and once I was finished the nasty food I chugged it down savoring every last drop and feeling amazing that my mouth wasn't so dry anymore. As soon as I was finished I put the blindfold right back in place, not wanting to get punished for having it off. I felt so much better even though the food had tasted so horrible.

I wanted to curl up in the blankets and fall asleep to save myself from this horrible nightmare, but I knew that if he came in here for me and I looked comfortable at all it was going to get much worse for me. He came back in the room in less than an hour and I could feel myself start to shake out of fear. I didn't know what he had planned and I really didn't want to know. I heard him put the plates on the floor in the corner and I waited for his hands to touch me again. They didn't and I waited and waited. I stayed as still as I could, not wanting to make any mistakes to get myself into further trouble.
"Get up and undress" he finally ordered. I stopped myself from gasping. I didn't want to take my top off. He would no doubt see the cuts no matter how dark it was and this was going to make it worse. I felt tears start to slip down my face as I slowly undid my jeans.

I was trying to stall for time and it helped that I was still shaking like crazy so I kept fumbling with the button. I heard him sigh with frustration and I tried harder not to shake so much. I finally got them down to my ankles and I stripped them off my feet and felt so exposed. I took off my socks one by one and then worked on my jacket. When it came time to take off my long sleeved shirt I didn't know what to do. Either I took it off and he saw the scars and made things worse, or I didn't take it off, he would hurt me and take it off for me, ultimately seeing my scars. I slowly started pulling the sleeves to remove my arms from them. I wanted to burst into tears at the thought of him seeing something I had kept from people since I started. I didn't want anyone to know, especially this stranger that just wanted me dead.

When the shirt was finally off I was left in my bra and underwear and I felt more exposed than I had ever before. Tears were still falling down my face and I couldn't stop them even if I tried.

"Look what we have here. I have been too easy on you it seems" he said with a laugh. "You love the pain, don't you? You crave the feeling of your skin being sliced open and I haven't even made you bleed. How selfish I have been" he said with a slap to my face. I cried out. He quickly undid my bra and threw it and yanked off my underwear before he pushed me against the wall and lifted my hands into the air. I could feel cold chains behind my body and I didn't want to see what they were for. He started chaining my arms to the walls and I started crying harder. The scars were on full display and for the first time I knew that the pain would be much worse than a small cut to my arm. I felt him move down to my feet and him fasten my feet to the wall with my legs wide open.

I heard him walk away and come back as his warm breath was in my face.
"Let's see how my little pain slut reacts to knives" he murmured in my ear. I gasped when I felt a knife against the skin above my rib cage and felt the blood dripping down my torso. I felt him move and the knife dug into the inside of my thigh and I cried out in pain. The blood was dripping and I could hear him moaning. He pushed his erection against me hard and ground himself against me. He cut my wrists slowly as I ground my teeth together and when he finished that he started dragging his fingernails down my legs. I could feel myself starting to get dizzy from the blood leaking out of me and I felt himself shove himself into me with a moan of pleasure. My head started falling back against the wall as everything was getting harder to hear and feel. I could hear his moans faintly and knew he was thrusting himself into me, but I couldn't feel it.

I smiled to myself more than anything as I could see white dots start to cloud my vision. I couldn't believe that this was the way I was going to die. I had always thought that my cutting would lead to the end of my life, but I never thought it would be someone else infliction the injuries upon me. I never thought in a million years that death would be this easy. This painless. Everything was numb and I felt as if I was floating above the clouds. I felt myself laugh lightly and I knew he was still abusing my body. Using my body for his own needs, but I didn't really care. I was finally getting the death that I had wished for but couldn't do on my own. I felt myself floating higher and higher and then everything went black.

EPOV

Things were in chaos. People were scrambling around trying to put groups together to go out searching. Nobody had seen anything in the school parking lot, even the cameras hasn't seen anyone that wasn't a student walking around. The cameras saw Bella walk up to the school but turn around like she forgot something and that was the last time she was seen. All the students from school were getting questioned because at the moment, everyone in the school was a suspect because we had nothing else to go on. I didn't know what to do. The cops came up and we talked. I told them about our lunch and how I went right to class and you could talk to Mrs. Gazolia about how I was in Spanish right after lunch and there was no way I could have taken her. And I made sure to explain that I would never harm her in a million years.

As people were getting questioned detectives from Seattle and Port Angeles showed up and started getting information from the forks cops and detectives. There wasn't much to go on and every minute that passed made me more and more worried. She could be dead already and none of us would even know. We had nowhere to start because we had no suspects other than the people at the school and there was no evidence or clues anywhere to go off of. Bella's dad was a mess and he was no help to the investigation because his mind was on finding his daughter and he didn't care what rules he broke to find her. He was told he wasn't allowed to intervene in the investigation because they didn't want him losing his job over this.

I couldn't stop thinking about my dream. Could it have been her calling for me? It hadn't really sounded like her, I was sure I would recognize her voice anywhere and it was only a dream. It couldn't have been real because it had gotten farther away as I got closer and nothing would do that in real life. But what about his mother? How she had told him that only he could save the girl because he had a connection to her soul. What was all that about? It had been his mother, the women in his dream was a spitting image of his mother and he hadn't seen her since he was 3 and he sure as hell didn't remember her. Could this be the clue to finding her? His dreams? He didn't want to voice anything because right now with the state he was in they would think he was insane and just making things up to send them on a goose chase and he would look like even more of a suspect than he was already thought to be.

He was after the last one to be seen with Bella before she was taken. He would tell them if they didn't find her today. Obviously they would see that he would be in more of his right mind tomorrow. Wouldn't they? I got caught up my own world and when I focused on everything around me Emmett was in front of my face.
"Edward man, what the hell is going on here? Stuff like this never happens in Forks!" he said. He was clearly freaking out. I wanted to be able to help him, but I could hardly help myself. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to be out there looking for Bella. The longer she was with this creep, the more emotional scars she would have. She already looked like she was going to cave in on herself some days, she didn't need any more.

The sun was starting to set by the time all the questioning's were done and the detectives and cops headed out to the Forks police station. People started filling out and plans were set in motion to meet at the school tomorrow morning at 7 to send out in search parties. Cops in the neighboring states were notified of the missing girl and were given photos in case they saw her. I said goodbye to Chief Swan and followed my parent's home in a state of misery. All I wanted was my bed and sleep so I could be as much help tomorrow on the search for Bella. I wish we just knew where to start, if we knew what car the guy drove or anything it would make this so much easier. But we knew nothing and that frustrated me to the bone. I finally got into my bed and I passed out quicker than I think I ever had before but dreams took over soon enough….

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