Lets get the legal mumbo jumbo out of the way shall we? I am not SM, I can only dream about being her, having one of my stories published, and secretly wanting to cougar Rpattz…oh wait I actually do that last part anywho…I own nothing I'm not special enough

But because I am not SM I have lemons and lemons and dirty in my stories so unless you are eighteen you're not invited! This story is rated M/A for adults. Oh yes and any theft or reproduction of this story is illegal and I will hunt you down and hurt you! This is my sick mind at work so leave it alone and use your own sick mind and write your own shit

I received all you're reviews and I answered as many as I could. There were problems with the FF site and I couldn't get back to all of you.

I know this chapter has taken the longest to get out, but I had to redo it multiple times. Embry was being written as to what I pictured, but I had multiple people tell me it was way too gruesome. I redid and redid this chapter until it irritated me to no end. I finally said screw it and sent it to my beta Mandee, who is the bestest ever. She has more on her plate than a fat man at a buffet and she took time to edit it anyway.

I am not satisfied completely with the end result, because I wanted more detail in the Embry/Sam scene to show just how demented they were. I think it gets idea across hope you think so let me know but I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 17: Ineligible Receiver

BPOV

"Oh God no!" I gasped, this situation just couldn't be happening.

A white medical bandage covered my midsection across my belly button. It was larger than I had ever seen, and with my coordination I had seen plenty of bandages. The thing had to have been at least twelve square inches. It nearly touched me on both sides, came almost to the base of my boobs, and was touching my pelvic bone.

What in the fuck had Embry done to me?

Where the white from the bandage ended, a reddish brown color began. My midsection was no longer visible and neither was my normal pale skin tone. Instead I looked like some sort of Zebra inbreeding experiment, which had gone totally wrong with my white and reddish brown stripes.

If I took off the bandage would I find a scene that looked like a pile of meat? How much damage had been done to me and where the fuck was Embry? I scanned the room in a panic and found he was no where to be seen. It was only a matter of time before he returned and did…well I didn't want to think about that part.

What I couldn't stop thinking about, though, was how I was going to die alone. I was never going to see Edward or my father again. My life was now officially over, not like before where I was in hiding from the person who now had me, but because he would kill me eventually. If I wouldn't have been so damn stupid. If I would have just listened to my father and Edward, I wouldn't be here now.

I knew my dad would be frantically looking for me and poor Edward…well he's probably just hysterical. Between them both, the entire country would be looking for me. The only problem was when they found me I would be very much dead.

A tear ran down my cheek and I quickly swiped it away. I couldn't think about that right now. I had to think about how to keep myself alive for just a little while. I had to keep Embry calm and maybe give Edward and my father a chance to at least find my corpse. I knew Embry, the man I dated would keep me forever, but if I was dealing with THE COLLECTOR, he would not keep me long.

Embry may have been possessive and stalker-ish when we dated, but I never pictured him a serial killer. Until I saw it with my own eyes back at the lingerie store, I would never have guessed that Embry and The Collector were one in the same. What he did to the sales clerk, and the fact he was having conversations with himself, I now know just how crazy Embry truly was.

I sighed as I remembered my early teenage years. I sat up many nights waiting for Charlie to come home. He had been assigned The Collector's case when the FBI realized they were dealing with a serial killer. Charlie was the best, but this was the one case that would break dad had chased him for years and I knew the entire file, back to front, on The Collector.

My dad nearly went crazy looking for him. He worked on it constantly for five years straight. Every time my dad would get close to catching the sick bastard, the trail would change. Twice he was within inches of catching him and missed him by only seconds. Dad thought there had to be a mole in the department, but soon realized that The Collector was just smarter than he was.

It drove my dad insane knowing he couldn't catch him. My dad didn't sleep, he hardly ate, and he was completely overbearing toward me for nearly a year because they found all those bodies so close to home. Dad knew it had to be someone from Forks or very close to the area. He questioned everyone, watched them like a hawk, hired extra task force members and still found nothing. I honestly believe that case was the reason he left the bureau and became Chief of police in forks.

Charlie probably would have gone off the deep end if he stayed on the case, but he couldn't just let it go completely. He had to stay close to the area because that was just who my dad was. I knew it bugged him that it was the one case he couldn't solve, the one case that drove him to drink for two years, the one case that haunted him in his sleep. I heard him tell Billy once that the girls were begging for justice and their faces haunted him when he closed his eyes. Charlie only stopped having nightmares when we started to run, but I would bet they were back. There is no way The Collector could resist not leaving my dad a big FUCK YOU and brag that he had me.

And I kissed, lived with, dated and fucked him. Just fanfuckingtabulous!

Finding out Embry was the serial killer he couldn't catch, would not only piss dad off, but make vengeance a priority. The problem…The Collector was a very sick individual who took women, kept them until he had his fill of them sexually, cut out their eyes and dumped the bodies, but not before he would dismember them in some fashion.

The dismemberment part I only knew because of dad leaving his file out. The police kept that part out of the papers because The Collector was every woman's nightmare across the west coast. He was a psychotic serial killer with a masochistic sexual side and knowing he dismembered his victims would cause an even bigger panic. It was also the only way they would know who the real killer was. The Bureau always left out that one piece of information so they knew who was or wasn't full of shit.

I had little hope of not becoming the next victim. I had little hope of not being raped, tortured, dismembered and dumped for my poor father to find. I had little hope of ever seeing sunlight again.

More tears fell and I let them for a short time. After what seemed like forever, I quickly wiped away what remnants where left and dried my eyes. I had to become stone and build up a wall quickly. Embry fed off weakness and there was no way in hell I could let him know I had any. Not here, not now if I wanted even a remote chance of living longer than a couple of hours. I had to get inside the head of that sick fuck. The one who wanted me, tracked me down, and took me.

I had to assess the situation and see what my options were quickly and develop a plan. First thing was to see how much damage I had. Thankfully as I stared down at my blood stained stomach, I was not naked. That however, gave me little comfort, as I was in the blue underwear set from the lingerie shop. It meant that Embry had changed me from my clothes I was wearing. I shivered praying that he hadn't done anything more to me. Knowing I was probably hoping for too much and praying I was right and he hadn't violated me.

I stretched my arms out in front of me and started inspecting the rest of my body inch by inch. There were red rings around my wrists and the skin was pretty swollen. I must have been tied down so he could get me to wherever the hell I was. There were bruises that started after the red rings and were scattered about my skin all the way up to my shoulders. I wasn't sure if I even wanted to know why or how they got there. My neck was quite stiff, but I didn't know if it was from the kidnapping, the way I squeezed out of the door in the store, or the way I had been sleeping.

I reached up to rub it, "Ow fuck!" I said through gritted teeth as my hand ran across a sore spot on the back of my neck.

"What…the…hell?" I felt my hair and it was matted together with something sticky.

"Is that glue?" I pulled at whatever it was and some flaked off into my hand. I brought it around and looked at what it was.

"Blood…why do I have…the store…my head…he must have hit me with something." I wiped the blood out of my hand and continued examining my upper body. I didn't want to even go lower, toward the bandage, because I had no clue what I would find. I knew however that I had to do it sometime, and there was no time like the present.

My hand shook as I sat it down on my stomach. I slowly ran it across the dried blood to the bandage on my midsection. It was taped up pretty good, but the blood had soaked through the edge of the bandage and there was very little white left at all next to the medical tape holding it down.

I grabbed the tape and was just about to yank it off, when I realized I had no clue what I was going to find under there. I slowly started peeling off the medical tape at the corner. As I pulled slowly I felt some my skin come off with the tape. I had been allergic to it for many years and I had to keep myself from screaming in agony as I continued.

Sweat was pouring into my eyes and my hand was shaking so badly, by the time I removed the first section of tape. I didn't know if I would be able to get the rest off. I wiped my brow, took a deep breath and started on the next piece. When I got the final piece of tape off I had to stop and take another deep breath, because I was shaking and sweating so badly from the pain.

I closed my eyes as I took hold of the gauze and slowly lifted it off. I felt it catch, every time it came off the dried blood under it. I had to hold back the bile in my throat at the smell of iron as the gauze came free.

I slowly opened my eyes, "are you fucking kidding me…really…a belly button ring…for the love of God" I rolled my eyes and had to chuckle. I was expecting the fucking worst, because there was so much blood, and it turned out to be a belly button ring.

There was a little bruising and discoloration because it hadn't been cleaned properly but if I could get the right stuff on it I might be able to fix the situation. I touched the jewelry running through my skin and it was a little sore, but nothing intolerable. I lifted it in my finger and inspected the little fucking thing.

Holy shit it was a diamond.

Well if this wasn't so fucking creepy, if it were from Edward and not this sick bastard, it might be a little romantic.

"Oh stop that shit right now Isabella Marie Swan…you don't need no Stockholm shit going on!" I chastised myself.

I inspected the rest of my body and only found a few scratches on my thighs just above where the blanket was sitting. So all in all I guess it wasn't so bad. Besides my hair needing a good wash, my stomach needing some alcohol swabs, and a few days of healing I seemed to be unharmed. I let out a deep breath and lay back down on my pillow.

"Well Bella it could be worse than a damn belly button ring!" I said out loud as I put my arm over my face. "Like maybe talking to yourself in the third person…fuck I'm going crazy…and I really need to pee and I really need to quit talking to myself."

I sat back up and looked around the room. Bingo. There was a bathroom right outside the room. I reached down to the blanket that was still sitting on my calves, and lifted it off. The death scream came from me without warning. It was definitely worse than the one I let out before.

My legs, oh dear God, not my legs!

My ankles looked deformed, not just from the swelling, but because there had been huge meet hooks shoved through my skin. A chain had been threaded through each hook and tethered to some sort of machine in the corner. It looked like it was straight out of a horror movie with all the extra chain wrapped around it like a garden hose.

I started to hyperventilate as I realized I couldn't feel what had been done to my feet. I was either in shock, or it had been done so long ago that I was healed and there was no more pain. How fucking long had I been here for this to have healed.

I heard a door slam shut above me, so I must be downstairs and it must be…

"EMBRY!" I yelled.

My head snapped toward the ceiling as I heard running across it. Another door swung open or shut with a bang, and boots came running down a set of stairs.

"BELLA…BELLA ARE YOU OKAY?" Embry yelled as he ran down what sounded to be a hallway.

"No! I'm not fucking okay you bastard…what did you do to me?" I screamed.

"What are you talking about?" He answered back as he got to the doorway.

I motioned toward my feet.

"I didn't do it I swear…I didn't." Embry panted trying to catch his breath.

"Who the fuck did then…you're the only one here Embry!"

Embry's face became very childlike and he started to fidget and then he answered in a hushed voice.

"He did Bells…not me…him…I couldn't stop him from-"

"Who Embry…Harry…you did this to me not him Harry died years ago!" I growled in frustration.

"No…he didn't Bells he's still here."

"Embry-" a door slammed shut upstairs and Embry's head quickly snapped toward the hallway.

"Fuck!" He whispered under his breath. "He's going to be pissed." Embry said quietly and the footsteps started walking across my ceiling.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Fuck…Bells I'm so sorry." Embry said as he rocked from one foot to the other. "I'm so sorry…please don't be mad; it's for your own safety okay?" Embry said with a grimace.

"What's for my own safe-" The syringe he pulled out of his pocket started me in a panic. "No Embry…please god don't do this…" I begged as he walked toward me.

"It's for your own good…please don't fight me Bella he's going to be mad because of what Harry did to you and it's better if you're not awake."

"Who-" Embry nearly ran toward me as another door shut and footsteps started coming down the stairs.

"Shhhh…just…this won't take affect for a second, but please whatever you do just-"

"Embry?" a deep almost demonic voice rang down the hallway. It was definitely a man by how deep the voice was.

"Embry!" The voice said more angrily and Embry stiffened.

"Where are you?" The voice came again, but this time I picked up on the accent. Whoever it was, was trying to sound southern, but it wasn't quite right. There was another accent intertwined with the southern one. It sounded a little familiar, but I just couldn't figure out what it was due to the southern mix. I knew the accent, but from where?

"Who is-" before I could finish Embry shoved the syringe into my arm.

"Ow," I said rubbing the spot where the syringe had just been.

"Lay down and please…please pretend you're asleep until this kicks in…he won't hurt you if he thinks you're asleep…me on the other hand-" Embry jumped and put the syringe back in his pocket as the voice called his name again.

"Lay down!" Embry commanded as he pushed me down and covered me with the blanket. "Whatever happens don't move okay please…"

I wasn't sure why Embry was so scared, but if this psychotic bastard was freaking out maybe I should worry. I lay down as he asked and shut my eyes, well sort of. I had them closed just enough so it looked like I was sleeping, but I could see through my eyelashes.

"Embry!" The voice said angrily.

My toes started to get a little numb and the rest of my body was tingling. I wasn't sure what Embry had given me, but I didn't want to sleep. I needed to stay awake.

"I'm in here." Embry's voice shook and his stance changed into a child as he moved in front of my face and turned toward the door so I couldn't see.

"Why haven't you fucking called me?" The man growled.

"I was just getting ready to." Embry apologized and moved toward the end of the bed. I had to tell myself to keep my eyes closed enough they couldn't tell I was awake. I slowly turned my head so I could look at the doorway and hopefully see who Embry was talking to.

The light coming in from the hallway would have made it easy to see his face, if he wasn't wearing a ski mask. The damn thing only had holes for his mouth and eyes, so I couldn't see his face.

"I must know him," I thought to myself, why else would he be hiding his face.

I focused on the rest of him to see if I could figure out if I knew him or not. It was hard to tell because he was huge, which most guys I know now days were. They were football players for hell sakes and all of them where built like shit brick houses. This guy was no different. He took up the doorway and had to be over six feet tall.

Evil emanated off of him so much it nearly took my breath. He was dressed in all black clothing; he had on black combat boots and his stance definitely said, "don't fuck with me."

Gigantic arms were attached to his massively muscular body and looked more like tree branches. His legs were definitely huge, but were obviously all muscle like the rest of him. I may not have been able to see his face, because of the ski mask but, I could see his eyes clearly. The whites nearly glowed as his dark irises emanated with cold and empty anger.

Embry had reason to be scared, because this man was definitely dangerous. He looked bigger, meaner and more evil with the eyes and the dark color of his arms made his arms stand out more. Dark colored skin…dark colored skin…that was it…the accent…the accent was Quileute. That's why it sounded familiar. He was using the southern accent to cover up his true one.

His eyes looked past Embry toward me.

"What the fuck is that?" he said pointing to my belly button ring.

"My gift to her…" Embry purred. "I wanted her to know how much I care, and that I wasn't going to harm her." There was an emphasis on the "I."

His eyebrows pulled down over his eyes and he crossed his arms back over his chest. "What do you mean I Embry?"

Embry shrugged and then a smile cracked on his face. "Like I said, I didn't do anything to her like you asked."

"But?" His face hardened.

Embry stiffened. "I tried to stop him big bro I really did!" He blurted.

Brother? Embry was an only child. Or so I thought.

"Stop him from what?" Big brother Growled.

Embry didn't say a word he just started shifting from his right foot back to his left. His eyes must have glanced toward my legs, because next thing I knew Embry was being pushed out of the way and the blanket was yanked off of my lower legs.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" He backhanded Embry so hard that Embry flew across the room into the corner.

"How the fuck is this going to be explained you dumb fucker?" He said as he walked over to Embry. "I said don't harm her," He kicked Embry.

"I didn't he-"

"Shut up Embry!" The man ordered. "I'm talking to you Harry…get the fuck out here." He kicked Embry again and my eyes popped open. These guys were some crazy bastards living in delusional land.

Embry grinned as he wiped the blood off of his mouth. "Now…now son calm down." He said confidently.

Yup I've apparently joined delusional land too, because even I saw and heard the difference in Embry.

"I stopped being your son the day you left my mom you peace of shit bastard…Why the fuck did you disobey my orders. She can't have any traceable marks.

Embry…uh…make that Harry grinned even wider. "The little slut deserved it." She irritated me and tried to escape me…now the bitch can't leave." He laughed.

"You dumb fucker. The hooks are traceable…they have serial numbers on them!"

Embry...uh…Harry jumped up and the other man leaped back. "You do not want to talk to me like that boy I will gut you like a fish!"

I started to get really sleepy from whatever drugs Embry had given me and I had to fight to stay awake.

"Why did you do it Harry?" The man asked and backed away.

"Because Embry and you suffered enough." Harry purred and walked over to me. He spread my legs further apart and it took everything I had not to flinch, knowing that if I even made the slightest move, I could end up dead sooner rather than later.

Harry always had made me sick as a child. He gave every girl the creeps no matter what age they were. My dad had always warned me to stay away from Harry. The stories were that he would get drunk, beat his wife, and had raped many. Of course, no one had ever turned him any, because they were scared or the stories were just that, stories. It didn't matter then or now, because Embry was Harry at this moment in every sense of the word.

He caressed my thigh. "I always wanted to taste this one…Nearly got the chance when Embry changed the little bitch, but he overpowered me."

The other man growled as his hand landed on my thigh right above Harry's. This time I could help but jump and both men looked toward me. I closed my eyes quickly and prayed.

"She should still be out…I gave her enough so there's no harm in just a little taste."

"You even try to touch her again and I'll fucking kill you Harry!"

"Tisk…tisk…you can't kill me twice my boy." Harry chuckled.

"I didn't kill you…Embry did!"

Harry roared with laughter. "Just because he and I are one in the same, doesn't mean he isn't aware of the truth. He knows you killed me…even if he doesn't remember…he knows exactly what you did."

The man grabbed Harry around the throat. "Make no mistake old man…whatever you think you know…you don't and Embry will never know anything. Now get the fuck out of here and let me give my brother his reward!"

"MMMM…maybe I should stay for that," Harry licked his lips. "I always wanted to be a part of it."

"Fuck you Harry." The man yelled.

"That is the point my boy isn't it." Harry caressed the other mans face.

He slapped Harry's hand away. "Embry…come here and get your reward little brother."

Embry's face softened and the man started caressing Embry's hair.

"He's gone?" Embry questioned.

"Yes he's gone."

I started slipping even farther into whatever oblivion Embry had shot me up with and it was even harder to keep my eyes from closing. I lost the battle, but before I slipped into oblivion the things I heard and saw…I sure wished I hadn't.

"How do you want it this time?" The man asked.

"I get to decide?" Embry purred.

"You've been a very good boy…so yes you can decide"

The last thing I saw was Embry getting down on his knees and a zipper opening. At that point I was definitely glad I slipped away. Weather it was my subconscious allowing my mind to add to the last thing I heard, or the fact it was going on in the room, I didn't enjoy the nightmares I had of my captors and their incestuous love life.

I didn't know how long I was out, but I came to and was startled as I opened my eyes. The man was sitting on the edge of the bed, in his ski mask, just staring at me. The look of lust was in his eyes and he was caressing my arm.

"It's about time you woke up."

"Where's Embry?" My voice was horse and I tried to hide the fear, but it didn't work.

"Sleeping…he had a ruff…workout." The man chuckled.

Didn't even want to think about the meaning behind what he said. I can only imagine….scratch that…I didn't even want to imagine what had happened. Had enough nightmares while I was out to not want details of what really happened.

"Why do you have me here? What purpose-"

"Bella…Bella…Bella," He said as he started running his hand back and forth across my stomach. It was very subtle but I could feel his hand getting higher and higher and my breath hitched just as he stopped right below my breasts.

"You're here because Charlie took everything from me…now I'll take everything from him and from you."

"Me?" I squeaked out in surprise, "I don't even know-"

He leaned down toward my ear stopping my sentence. I could feel his breath on my skin and his hand moved to my breast. My breath hitched as he started massaging it as he spoke. "Because…Charlie took my family from me and well you…I had my eye on you from the first time we met and when you had the choice…you…chose…Embry over me."

"Embry won't let you hurt me!" I said through gritted teeth.

The man chuckled, "You don't get it do you?"

My eyes pulled together in confusion.

"Embry will let me do whatever I want to you…as long as he can watch." The man slipped his hand under my bikini top and moved it off me so it was sitting around my neck.

I was completely exposed and had to do everything I could not to scream or retaliate. He was trying to get some emotion out of me and I could see that fighting him was what got him off. So I showed no emotion, knowing if I did he might do worse than just fondle my boobs. He started running his finger across my nipple.

"The DNA in all the others…was mine. It was easy to manipulate the results, because no one knows I'm Harry's son. They tested the DNA against Harry's and when it came back with enough epithelial to match…they assumed it was Embry."

He ran his hand over to my other breast. "Embry's too stupid to figure out I've been using him. I get all the pussy from girls who tell me no and he gets the death penalty." He chuckled.

Confusion crossed my face.

"You still don't know do you?" He grinned.

I shook my head.

"Brunettes Bella…they were all brunettes that looked just like you."

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OOOOH yay another cliffie lol. The good news is the next chapter shouldn't take as long. I swear to it. I am already six pages in. I was having so much trouble with this chapter, but once I got rolling it came shooting out. I ended up splitting this chapter in half and that is why there is a cliffie. I am working on the next chapter now. Keep an eye on the blog and I will keep it updated rupturebyme(dot)blogspot(dot)com. Don't forget to replace the (dot) with an actual dot ;)