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WARNING: This story contains mature themes and is intended for mature readers.
WARNING: This chapter contains mention of violence and sexual assault.
ISABELLA SWAN.
It had been two weeks since the incident in the hallway, and three weeks since I had been trapped in this...This hell.
Every day, every night, it is always the same thing, the same routine. I think I am slowly beginning to lose my mind.
Garrett never allowed any of Victoria's clients to approach me, and Victoria herself would always tell them that I wasn't available at the time.
I didn't understand what possessed her and Garrett to take such a stand for me. I am not stupid and I am not complaining, but their behavior was strange.
It was a Friday night, I knew that for sure because we were all in the living room, the girls, myself and Garrett.
It was a little after seven and the news program had just started.
I sat there frozen like a cold stone when my face appeared on the screen.
"It had been three months since the disappearance of eighteen year old Isabella Swan, the daughter of the state's former district attorney, Charles Swan.
In that time, authorities have failed to find
any trace of Miss Swan whereabouts.
All major suspects into the eighteen year old's disappearance have been cleared, including Carlisle Cullen. Mr. Cullen is currently serving a fifteen year sentence after former DA Charles Swan compiled a large case against the crime boss.
Earlier today a lead detective in Miss Swan's case said the search will be scaled down as they believe the eighteen year old is no longer alive. Let's have a listen to what he had to say."
"Turn that off," Garrett said. "Turn it off now."
The poor girl, I felt bad for her. Garrett was a scary man and when he used that tone, he could kill you with his voice alone.
When Garrett jumped to his feet, that poor girl turned the TV off and threw the remote on the ground.
"Don't turn that shit back on," he said. I was still frozen, still unable to move, still trying to process what I had heard and seen.
They were still looking for me even after all these months.
"You okay?" Garrett asked, kneeling in front of me. I nodded, that was the best I could do in my state of mind right now. There were no words to describe what I was thinking or feeling right now.
"Come on, come with me," he said, taking my hand in his. He led me out of that God awful living room, passing Jane as we did. She gave me her best bitch smirk, it was one that I wanted to knock right off her face.
"Ignore her. She's a jealous whore, who puts more value on herself than she is actually worth," Garrett said, his voice was loud enough so Jane would have heard.
"I fucked you, remember," Jane said, sweetly.
"And you were paid for your services," he said, glaring at her.
Jane didn't take her eyes off of us as we climbed the stairs. That poor girl has some serious issues she needs to work through.
We made it into the bedroom where I threw myself down on the bed and covered my head with a pillow.
Victoria had given me the room across from her. She had the queen bed taken out and replaced with two double beds as Garrett shared the room with me.
At first it had been awkward for both myself and Garrett. But as it turns out, he was easy to deal with. Garrett didn't even snore, he even left the room whenever I had a shower or changed my clothes. He would always wait outside the door.
We didn't talk when we were in here, I don't know why. I guess when we were together and alone in this room the reality of our situation sank in. I was trapped here and Garrett was trapped with me. But Garrett, unlike me wasn't a prisoner forever, he would leave when James came back.
I wondered where James was. He said he would only be gone a week and it has now been three. I hoped he was okay. I hoped he would be back soon.
Another day came and another day went or should I say, another week.
I haven't seen Jane since the drama last week, and I was very grateful for that. I did ask Victoria about her though, she told me Jane was on her period and she would usually avoid the downstairs for those few days, it was something all the girls had to do.
It was a loud and rowdy Friday night. For some reason, there were more people downstairs tonight than usual. It sounded like they were having some sort of a party.
Was that something normal? Did people celebrate in a brothel?
"What are they doing down there?" I asked Garrett.
"There's a birthday party," he said. He didn't sound too impressed with what was going on down there.
"They have birthday parties in brothels?" The very idea was laughable and disturbing all at once.
"Someone's kid turned eighteen and they're popping his cherry."
"That's disgusting," I said. Why would someone bring their child here for a night out and especially to celebrate their birthday?
"Don't you want to go down and join in on the celebration?"
"No," he said, turning his attention back to the movie playing on the TV. Garrett was a big Van Damme fan, and since we've been forced in this room together, I think I've pretty much seen all the flicks.
I was laying in bed staring at the screen in front of me, but not really paying any attention to the movie at all. I felt my eyes becoming heavy. I tried to fight sleep, at least for a little while longer or until the movie was finished.
It was the sound of three precise gunshots that made me jump out of bed and Garrett to his feet. In seconds, he had his gun drawn out.
"Don't move from here," he warned, opening the door.
Crap, this wasn't good. The men that usually frequented this place didn't cause any problems. Beside that one incident, there hadn't really been any trouble, none that I witnessed or was aware of anyway.
It took me a few moments after Garrett had rushed out to collect myself. I went to the door to close and lock it, but before I reached it, someone pushed the door open wide.
Instead of seeing Garrett, like I had expected or possibly even Victoria, Jane walked in followed by a man.
The man appeared to be in this thirties, maybe. He had short dark hair, dark eyes, and dark stubble covering his jaw.
"What are you doing up here?" I asked, my eyes darting from between the two. Jane had a malicious smirk on her face, while the man standing behind her looked me up and down with hungry, predator like eyes.
He made me feel uncomfortable. Both of them being here made me feel uncomfortable and I hoped that Garrett would hurry up and come back.
"This her?" The man asked.
"The very one," Jane said. "Isn't she cute, like a little puppy dog. Woof."
"Get out," I said, this time more firmly. Jane knew she wasn't allowed up here. None of the girls were allowed up on the third floor, it was strictly off limits.
"Where's Victoria?" I asked.
"She's a little preoccupied at the moment. Now, this gentleman has paid for an hour of your time. Make sure you give him his money's worth." Jane winked.
"What the hell have you done, Jane?" I said, trying to keep my calm.
"I'll leave you to it," Jane said, as she stroked the back of her fingers along his shoulder. "Just remember, she likes it rough."
Jane left, closing the door gently behind her. The man that stood in front of me, his eyes narrowed and a faint smirk played on his lips before his tongue darted out and licked along them.
Why would Jane do this? How the hell could she do this?
I couldn't panic, not now, I couldn't blank out. I had to fight him, in whatever way I could, I had to. I hoped and prayed that Garrett would hurry up, that he could help me and stop this...this monster.
It all happened so fast though, one second he was across the room and the next he was in front of me.
He grabbed my wrists and wrapped one of his hands around them in a vice grip. With his other, he used it to knock us both down on the bed.
"Please stop," I screamed into his ear.
"Shut up, puttana, you like this," he said. He moved his body weight slightly off of me so that I was still pinned under him but not crushed by his weight.
With his free hand, he tore at my t-shirt and grabbed my breast roughly, making me scream out as the pain shot through me.
"Stop, stop, stop, please," I cried over and over. But it was no use, my cries fell on deaf ears.
I couldn't breath, I couldn't see clearly through my tears. I managed to free my wrists from his grip and I reached out and clawed at his face. My nails weren't long, but they weren't short either and I was able to break the skin on his left cheek drawing blood.
He let go of me, his hand going to his face touching the spot I had damaged.
I took the opportunity to jump up off of the bed and away from him.
"You bitch," he yelled out.
He collected himself quickly and lunged at me. I moved out of his way, but that only added to his anger.
I had to make it to the other side of the room. I needed to make it to the door.
"You're going to pay for that you stupid bitch," he said unbuckling his belt.
I was in the corner as he stalked towards me. My heart was beating out of my chest and my adrenaline kicked in.
He looked murderous, furious as he approached me slowly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he said, shaking his fingers in front of my face. "Naughty girl."
This was it, I could do this. I had to do this, because there was no other option. I wouldn't let him touch me, I couldn't. I would make it to Garrett, he would help me.
As he neared me, I didn't take my eyes off of him. Every step he took, I had to push back my fear. I could do this, I mentally told myself.
He stood in front of me. He lowered his face close to mine, our noses almost touching. I could smell his horrid breath across my face. The mix of alcohol and cigarettes had never disgusted me so much.
He bent his head, leaning in towards my mouth. I brought my knee up and hit him in between his legs with all the force I could muster up.
He fell to his knees at my feet holding onto himself. I jumped on Garrett's bed and around him, managing to make it out the door before he got up. As I was running down the stairs, I could hear him coming behind me, I could hear him roaring.
"Get back here, you fucking bitch," he yelled, sounding closer.
I turned around for a split second to see how close he was, when I slammed into someone who wrapped their arms around me.
"I got you," he said. I knew that voice. Edward.