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WARNING: This story contains mature themes and is intended for mature readers.

Mention of human trafficking and prostitution.

ISABELLA SWAN

Edward left me breathless. He confused all my senses. With him, I wanted something that I had never wanted or felt the need to have before. I wanted to be touched, I wanted him to touch me. I closed my eyes, still remembering his fingers on me, it was as if my skin had been set on fire, a burning trail lingered where his fingers had touched. Edward was fire, he was heat and I wanted him to burn me, every last part of me. I wanted to be consumed by whatever this feeling was. I wanted to hold onto it and never let it go, because I loved everything about it. It made me feel alive, wanted and needed.

But he left. He left me there because for whatever reason he could not do it and I could not blame him, after all, I had to be crazy for feeling the way I was and he had to know that.

Maybe this was for the best, him leaving for good that is. I know when he had said goodbye, he had meant it. I know I may never see him again, and it hurts because in this whole messed up situation, he was the only one that made me feel almost safe.

"Do you have to go?" I asked James.

"Yeah, I do. Garrett will be with you though, he won't let anything happen to you," he said.

Garrett still scared me. He was a big guy who spoke very few words and he was intimidating.

James and he had apologized for the incident that night. They didn't have a choice, they were given their orders and they had to follow through.

I could understand that, but that didn't make what happened any easier to deal with. Although James and Garrett may have not physically raped me, the memory of that night will always haunt me.

James said, he will never forgive himself for putting his hands on me. I asked him who gave the orders, Edward or Anthony, but he never gave me an answer.

"Garrett scares me, James," I admitted.

"Don't be scared of him, Isabella. Garrett won't hurt you. He's a good guy."

Garrett may be a good guy, but he will never be good enough to protect me from Anthony, neither would James.

"What's going to happen to me now? Where are they going to take me? What are they going to do with me?" I asked.

James avoided my questions and that only made the alarm bells in my head ring louder.

Whatever Anthony had planned to do with me, it wasn't good. But I guess I already knew that, I already knew what his plans were. Maybe I was just trying to delude myself and think that somehow Anthony would have changed his mind.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." He smiled.

"When you told me about your sister, that you were looking for her," I said, guarding his reaction.

"Irina. What about her?" He frowned.

"You said that was why you got involved with the mafia, because you think they trafficked her," I said, cringing. The simple thought alone made me sick to my stomach.

'No, we are not talking about this," he said firmly.

"Why not?"

"Because the last time we did, you had a panic attack and I almost had my head blown off."

Could he really blame me though? How the hell could I not panic when he told me about his sister, when I know that I may face the same fate, and no one would ever find me again.

I admire James's courage and his strength. He became involved in a brutal world all in the hope that he may find his sister. But he's been doing it for ten years, and still nothing, and that's assuming that Irina is still alive. James could be searching for ghosts.

"Then please tell me, what's going to happen to me," I said.

James sighed and kneeled down in front of me. He took my hands in his and held onto them tightly.

"Anthony wants to make you disappear," he said.

"Why has it taken him so long to kill me?"

"He doesn't want to kill you, Isabella, he did at first. He asked me to do it, but then he changed his mind," James said, rubbing small circles with his thumbs over my wrists.

"You were going to kill me?"

"Yeah, I guess I was." He offered an apologetic smile. "He may keep you here, or, and I hope he won't do it, he may give you to Victoria."

"Who's Victoria?" I asked.

"She's a madam. There's no nice way of putting this, but she operates the brothel. I've never met her myself, but I hear she's nice," he said.

I let out a shaky breath. She's nice. Who cares if Victoria is nice. Was that his way of trying to make me feel better? Like that was going to take away from the fact that I would end up in a brothel. I would become nothing but a used up whore, used by countless men, exactly like Anthony wants.

"Calm down," I heard James say. I felt a pressure on the back of my neck, something pushing me forward.

'Come on, deep breaths, Isabella. Damn it, don't do this."

What the hell was he talking about? I wanted to ask him what his problem was, but I couldn't find my voice, I couldn't move.

I felt my whole body trembling. My hands were shaking as I tried to reach out and grab a hold of James's shirt, but it proved to be a useless task.

"Fuck," he cursed. "Please, Isabella, don't do this to me."

I tried, I tried with everything in me to calm down, to stop myself. But I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking of what was to come and what would become of me.

There was a darkness waiting for me, something that looked peaceful, promising and inviting and I let it take over me.

DINY

When I opened my eyes, I was in the same room, in the same clothes only someone had tucked me in bed. James.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes and looked around the room, hoping to see James, but instead, I found Anthony sitting on a sofa facing the bed with his legs crossed and an iPad in hand. He put down the device when he heard my movements.

"Sleeping beauty awakes, and I didn't even have to kiss her," he said.

Sleeping beauty was awoken by her prince, Anthony was a monster and an evil bastard. I doubted he had a good bone in his body.

"There is food over there," he said, pointing to the desk on the opposite end of the room. "And a change of clothes. I want you showered, dressed and fed in thirty minutes, little lamb," he said, getting up from his seat. He came over to me and kissed the top of my head before leaving the room and locking the door.

I started at the door for a moment, realization coming to me. I guess I did freak out on James once more. Damn it, I hope he didn't get in trouble because of me. I hope Anthony didn't do anything to him.

I couldn't make Anthony angry, because I knew what would happen if I did and I didn't need another bruise to cover me, not when the other ones were healing so well.

I sighed, getting out of the bed. I grabbed the bag of clothes and towel from the table and went into the bathroom. I took a shower in record time and changed into the clothes Anthony had brought me, refusing to look at myself in the mirror once I had put them on.

How could he consider this clothing? A lace thong, no bra and a dress that could pass more as a band aid then clothing. The pair of heels did nothing either, I felt as if my ankles would snap off at any minute with them on.

"Calm down Bella, everything is going to be okay," I spoke to myself out loud, realizing I was only lying to myself. I slammed my palms against the granite sink. "Damn it." I wanted to scream, to shout out loud, but I had to keep it in. I couldn't lose it, not now, not anymore and especially not in front of Anthony.

Just as I had finished eating, Anthony came back into the room.

"Stand up," he ordered. I did as he said. I stood up, pulling on the hem of the dress, wishing that somehow it had become longer while I had been sitting down.

Anthony's eyes gazed over me from head to toe, taking in every inch of me. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze, and I avoided looking at him at all cost.

"You look like a whore," he said.

I closed my eyes, fighting back my tears and fighting the urge to pick up the empty plate off of the table and throw it at his head.

When I opened my eyes, I wasn't prepared to see him standing in front of me. I stumbled back, but he caught me around the waist, holding me to him.

He brushed the hair off of my face. An unreadable expression masked his face, he looked as if he was having an inner battle with himself, and then he let go of me and took his jacket off, putting it over my shoulders.

"It's cold outside. We can't have you getting sick," he said. He took my hand and walked with me out of the room, taking me out of the underworld as he had called it and back out into the real world.

Outside, Garrett waited for us by a car holding the back door open. Anthony pushed me into the car and climbed in after me. He leaned over me and put my seatbelt on, I think he just enjoyed my discomfort from his touch.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Somewhere," he said, taking my hand in his and threading his fingers through mine. "No more questions. Be quiet," he ordered.

I sat back in my seat quietly, looking out the window. We were driving over the Brooklyn Bridge now. I stared out the window watching the city go by. I wondered if I would ever get to walk those streets again? If I would ever be able to go to my favorite cafe again? If I would ever be able to stand outside by myself?

I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt Anthony's thumb wiping away my tears.

"What's wrong?" He asked, softly. This gentle tone of his didn't suit him.

"Nothing," I said, what was it to him anyways? He didn't care, he was taking me to god knows where now.

He sighed, but didn't say anything more, he even let go of my hand. We had been driving for over an hour now, I was sure of it, I didn't need a clock to tell me that. I was beginning to feel suffocated in this car with him. Although he had let go of my hand, he was still close to me, his thigh was stuck to mine. I needed to get out of this car and put some distance between us before I lost it again.

Finally, the car came to a stop outside of a house that looked like it was about ready to fall apart, in fact the whole street looked off. Where the hell were we?

The car we had driven here in, stood out like an eyesore in this neighborhood.

Anthony put his hand on my back and pushed me towards the house. Garrett walked beside me on my other side, he had grabbed onto my upper arm, probably a precaution to make sure I didn't run.

As we approached the house, the door opened. Two men in black suits greeted Anthony and Garrett as their eyes roamed over me. Their stares were enough to make me want to throw up.

"Where's Victoria?" Anthony asked.

"She'll be down in a minute," one of the suits said.

We stood in what looked like a living room. The place was not what I expected it to be from the outside. Inside it looked more like a luxury house that didn't belong anywhere in this neighborhood. In this room, there were three other women dressed similar to me.

They eyed me curiously. Maybe they recognized me, but somehow I doubted that.

From behind us, two people appeared. One was another woman, who looked disgusted with herself and the other was man, who was zipping his pants up. He grabbed the girl around the waist and kissed her hard.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he told her, in a thick Italian accent. "Sir," he said, acknowledging Anthony. Anthony only nodded, but didn't exchange any words with the man.

This was really happening, he was really going to keep true to his promise. I grabbed his hand. He looked down at me with curiosity.

"Please don't do this. Please don't leave me here," I begged.

"Don't be so fucking dramatic, little lamb. You're going to love it here." He smiled.

"Please, anything else but this, please," I cried, refusing to let go of his hand. I could feel myself losing it again. I couldn't breath, the walls were closing in on me.

"Fucking hell," I heard him curse, before his hand collided with my cheek. "This little panic act you have going, isn't going to work here," he spat.

"What's going on?" Came a female voice.

"I've brought you a new product," Anthony said.

"She looks like she's about to pass out. What's going on?"

"She can be a little dramatic at times," Anthony said, pulling on my arm painfully. "He stays with her at all times."

With that, he pushed me away. I fell on the ground at his feet, he stepped over me and left. He left me here, here in hell. He gave me to Victoria, like James had said. This was it, this would be the end, my end. For the second time that day, I closed my eyes and slipped away.