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WARNING: This story contains mature themes and is intended for mature readers.
ISABELLA SWAN
I stood in front of the full length mirror staring at myself. The dress Alice had hung up for me was nothing short of beautiful.
It was a long, floor length gown made entirely of black lace.
It had a low v-neck, just enough to reveal the right amount of cleavage. The back was completely bare. The shoes matched the dress perfectly. Black leather covered in lace.
"Look at you," Anthony said, coming in standing behind me. His eyes were roaming up and down my body and he wasn't ashamed of it either.
"It's a nice dress," I said.
"The dress would be nothing more than a heap of fabric without the right person to showcase it," he said.
I turned away from the mirror to face Anthony. He was dressed in a three piece charcoal suit, he even had the handkerchief tucked neatly into the breast pocket.
Anthony was a good looking man, and unfortunately I'm only human, kidnapper or not I couldn't deny that.
He appeared to be in a much better mood now, than he was earlier this morning. But Anthony's moods were like rogue waves, you never knew when they were going to hit.
"Why am I dressed up like this?" I asked. Anthony and his brother were up to something. Why would they have gone to all the effort of bringing Alice here, or having her know about me, putting her at risk? Why go to the effort of having me made over if I was only going to end up dead?
"Because, my little lamb, I have big plans for you." He smiled. There was nothing warm or comforting to me about his smile. It was almost as if he was smiling to himself, like there was a personal joke I wasn't allowed in on.
"But first, you need this," he said, holding what looked like an eye mask made of the same lace as the dress with two satin ribbons.
"We can't have anyone recognizing you, now can we?" He stood behind me and put the mask over my eyes, tying it in a perfect bow, he didn't even ruin my hair as he did it.
"No, we wouldn't want that," I said.
Anthony wrapped one hand around my waist and pulled our bodies closer together. His mouth was close to my ear, I could feel his warm breath on me.
"No one is going to give a fuck who you are. The only thing they will care about, is what's here," he whispered in my ear as his hand reached down the front of the dress to cup my breast.
"Anthony." I wanted to cry. He wouldn't, he couldn't.
"Shh," he said. "Once I'm done with you, you won't won't even recognize the whore staring back at you in the mirror."
DINY
My stomach was in knots. I don't know how I did it, but I managed to make my feet work, to get from the bedroom through the apartment and out the front door.
I was very shocked when Anthony led me towards the elevator. We went out the front door of the building like normal people, the door man even greeted us. Anthony didn't seem to be fazed about me being out in the public eye at all, but I guess I did look different, I didn't look like me at all and with the mask covering my face, I didn't even recognize myself.
Outside, Garrett waited for us by a slick looking car, with the backdoor open.
James climbed in first, then me, and Anthony after. Then Garrett jogged around to the drivers side.
"Let me make some things very clear to you, little lamb. One, don't try anything stupid, Garrett and James will be watching your every move and so will I.
Two, do exactly as you're told. If I say jump, you better jump.
And three, smile," he said, all the while running his fingers up and down my arm.
"Do I make myself clear, little lamb?" I nodded, unable to find the will to speak. "Answer me," Anthony demanded.
"Yes," I finally answered.
"Good girl." He took my hand in his and brought it up to his mouth, kissing the back of my knuckles.
The small gesture didn't sit right with me. It was an intimate act, something a gentleman or a lover would do, and Anthony wasn't either.
The car came to a stop in some dark and deserted alleyway. Garrett had turned off the street, we appeared to be behind a bar or a club of some sort.
Anthony and James both opened their doors at the same time and climbed out. Anthony held his hand out to me, and the look on his face left no room for arguments.
I let Anthony help me out of the car and lead me into wherever the hell we were. We went through a back door and down a tight corridor that lead to an old cage elevator. How could Anthony trust this thing, I thought? It looked to be unstable and the steel was rusted. It looked as if it would plummet with us at any second. I released the breath I was holding when we made it to the bottom safely. We went down another hallway to the very end where a large wooden door was illuminated by a single small spotlight.
James walked around me taking out an unusual looking key from his pocket and opened the door.
Stepping inside, it was as if we had been suddenly transported somewhere else. It was easy to forget that we were somewhere underground right now.
There were plush carpets that covered the floors. The walls were a deep, dark rich color. A mahogany bar stretched across one side. Tables, chairs and plush sofas were all scattered around the large room all occupied by men in suits, with women walking around them or sitting near by, some in lingerie, some in barely there dresses.
The smell of cigar smoke and alcohol filled the air. This was like a scene from a movie. Things like this just weren't real.
"What is this place?" I asked, afraid of his answer.
"This, little lamb, is where men in high places come to fuck pretty girls and mock the rest of the fuckers in the world," he said, close to my ear, sending a shiver down my spin. "Welcome to the underworld, little lamb, you're going to love it here."
Anthony confirmed my biggest fear, he promised he would do it, he said he would make me a whore and now here I was right in the middle of it. This was a brothel, no matter what he tried to call it, this is what it really was.
"Anthony, please," I begged, turning around right into his arms. He held me close to him staring into my eyes.
"Shh, didn't I tell you to obey me. I don't want to have to hurt you anymore, little lamb. Don't make me. Don't make me angry," he said.
Anthony passed me over to James. He walked in front of us. With James on my right with his hand on the small of my bare back and Garrett on my left, I felt as if all eyes were on us as we followed behind Anthony.
Anthony stopped at a table where a group of men were seated. The table was covered with half filled glasses and two very expensive looking bottles of cognac. There were four men and three women, one appeared to be younger than I was. She looked very uncomfortable and out of place, not like the other two women. She was very tense and rigid as the man she was seated next to felt her up. He didn't seem fazed by her discomfort.
"Gentleman," Anthony said.
"Mr. Cullen," one man smiled up at him, while another stood up and pulled out a chair for Anthony. He sat down and turned back towards me. Taking my hand in his, he pulled me towards him and sat me on his lap.
The four men around the table all seemed to be much older than Anthony, although I had no idea how old Anthony or Edward were. But the older men were looking at Anthony with some sort of unspoken respect.
"Mr. Cullen," a man sitting next to us spoke. "Who is this lovely creature you have?" He asked, taking my hand from the table and placing a kiss upon it. I was quick to snatch my hand away and wipe it on the back of my dress. This caused the other men to chuckle and Anthony's hand on my thigh to tighten to the point I thought for sure he would end up ripping my dress.
"This right here, is my little play toy, Carlo," Anthony said, pushing my hair off of my shoulder. He placed his lips on my neck and let his tongue run over a certain spot. I shivered from the contact, unable to help my reaction and I hated myself for it.
Little play toy. I prayed to God that I could somehow get out of this, that Anthony wouldn't go through with it. But I knew I was only living on false hope.
I tried to stay calm and even out my breathing. I didn't want a repeat of what had happened at the estate, I don't think Anthony would appreciate the show and there would no doubt be hell to pay.
"Only for you?" Another man asked, pouting. He was seated opposite us. The look of this man made my skin crawl. He was probably the oldest at the table. He had dark hair that appeared to be colored, he had gelled it back. He wore a tuxedo, but the way he was sitting made his gun holster visible inside his jacket.
There was just something about this man that had alarm bells ringing in my head. There was something in his eyes, the way he looked at me, almost as if he knew who I really was.
"Aro, what a surprise to see you here," Anthony said. "Should you not be working?"
"We all need to take a little break every now and again, Anthony, to clear out heads," the man, Aro said.
"See that you do not linger around too long, we wouldn't want you to fall behind."
Aro nodded and raised his glass in a toast, but he could not hide his displeasure towards Anthony.
Anthony motioned for the young woman sitting on another man's lap to come over to him. She stood up instantly with a big smile plastered on her face and leaned over in front of Anthony putting her breasts on display right in his face.
"How may I help you, sir?" She asked. Anthony leaned in and whispered something low enough for only the two of them to hear. After he had finished, she stood up straight, nodded her head and left, only to return moments later with a tray in hand, putting two drinks in front of us.
Anthony held a shot glass up to me containing a pink and purple liquid.
"What's this?" I asked softly.
"Drink it, you'll like it," he said, sounding impatient.
"Please, Anthony. I promise I won't do anything," I begged.
He put the shot glass down and put his hand on the back of my neck, leaning in towards me, his face now covered by my hair. His fingers on my neck dug into my skin, making it almost impossible not to cry out in pain.
"Stop fucking testing me. Drink the damn thing or else," he warned. His words were harsh, but crystal clear.
I closed my eyes, taking myself to another place, thinking of anything and everything other than the man I was with and the place I was in. I felt Anthony bring the glass to my lips.
"Open your eyes, little lamb," he said softly.
I opened my eyes, his cold ones staring back at me. I took the glass from his hand and downed it back. It was sweet, sickening almost, with a burn.
"Good?" He asked. I shook my head and he chuckled, snapping his fingers at I don't know who, but in the next second someone appeared with another shot.
I don't know what was in these shots, but soon I felt as if I was weightless, floating on a cloud. It didn't impair my judgement, I was still very much aware of where I was. I could hear the conversation around me clearly, I could feel Anthony's hand on me perfectly, but my body felt light.
"What was in that drink?" I asked him.
He smiled, pinching the tip of his nose than leaning in and placing a lingering kiss on the corner of my mouth.
"Come on, it's time," he said, pushing me up to my feet. I was surprised I could stand, let alone walk.
It's time, he said. That had been his plan, the reason for the shots. He wanted me liquored up before he...He would...I couldn't finish the words, I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of what was to come.