Disclaimer: SM owns everything Twilight and I just use and abuse her characters for my own sick perversion. Bwahahaha. Thats why this story is rated MA for adults because of it's lemons, psycoticness, and language. :) I own this story and if you steal it me and my demented friends will hunt you down with our whips, flogers and canes. muahahaha

I told ya many times peeps that you must never assume you know what is happening because you will be wrong…most of the time lol.

I have an evil mind and you will hopefully be doing a lot of WTFing.

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Thanks to my beta Mandee for her knowledge as well as having a sick and perverted mind almost as bad as mine. Lol. She edited this chapter in a day and on Easter mind you. *on knees bowing and chanting "I'm not worthy* Thanks Mandee love your guts :)

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Chapter 21: Touchdown!

BPOV

"NO!" I yelled as I realized Embry was gone.

The fear the other girls had on their faces must have plastered itself on my own. The look in his eyes made me shiver and I had the urge to flee, but where would I go. It didn't matter I just needed to move quickly find something to hurt him, get away, run…run…run. I started to panic…my chest felt like it was caving in on itself and I couldn't breathe.

"Whoa" he said as he caught hold of me and my head started to spin.

"Let me go" I groaned barely audible.

I'm so screwed.

There was nothing keeping me safe from this sick bastard any longer. My lifeline to safety was now dead and getting cold on the floor. No one was coming for me and I was going to die…die a painful, torturous death.

Spinning…spinning…spinning…my head felt like I was on a tilt a whirl.

He said nothing as he grabbed me around the waist. In one swoop he un-cuffed my leg from the chain and threw me over his shoulder.

I must have passed out, for a second, from lack of oxygen because like a dumb ass I had the panic attack at the worst possible moment.

I tried to move, but my body wasn't responding. I tried moving my hands, feet, head anything to fight him off, but nothing worked. I couldn't see, smell, or hear anything as my senses were still faded. Yet, somehow, I could feel his grimy hands all over me as he carried me over his shoulder.

I felt him step up, and could only assume it was over Embry's lifeless body, to walk toward the basement door. I felt like I was falling so we must be going down the stairs. I started to shake uncontrollably and it became very painful. The movement was making my stomach revolt against itself and I knew if I threw up it would be down his back. I felt a slight happiness until I realized if I did it would upset him even more.

Maybe he'd kill me faster though.

He walked…well actually it seemed like he was running…for what seamed like forever, and I tried to make my body work so I could get away, but the lack of oxygen had me completely unresponsive. I felt his hand on my back and a hard surface underneath me. I knew I had reached my destination. I was glad I was nearly comatose because I wouldn't be conscious enough to know what he was doing to me.

He'd been waiting for this for a long time and Embry was no longer here to stop him from having his way with me…Six ways from Sunday to be exact.

I was going to die here in this place. Probably on this table and cut into little pieces and dumped only God knows where. I just wished I knew what he was doing, but my fucking body was unresponsive to all signals I was sending for it to move or feel at the moment. I tried to listen to see where hewas but all I could hear was a loud ringing. I couldn't hear his breath, or his footsteps, or any sounds at all besides that God forsaken ringing.

Odd.

I tried to open my eyes, but they were still so heavy I wondered if he gave me something upstairs so I wouldn't fight. The surface under me was even harder than I thought possible and…warm. Actually, it got warmer and warmer until it started to burn. I tried to move and nothing happened. I was on fire…it was so hot and I tried to scream but my mouth just wouldn't open.

He's burning me…oh dear god he's not going to fuck me, he's going to burn me alive.

Just as soon as I thought I couldn't take it anymore the hard surface moved from under me and I felt my shirt start traveling up my body. I tried to fight, but my body was still not cooperating and I couldn't feel any of my limbs at all. The rest of my clothes followed my shirt and then without warning…I was getting colder and colder until I started to freeze.

What the fuck is he doing to me?

I started to shake uncontrollably and wished I could wrap my arms around myself, but whatever drug he had given me had rendered me helpless.

Please stop…please stop…please stop.

I started shouting in my head hoping my mouth would somehow fight the drug he'd given me and say the words…but nothing changed. I was paralyzed and freezing to death. I don't know if I passed out or what happened but all of a sudden I felt something sharp stab me in the arm.

Oh god…here comes the torture tools.

Pain started to move up my arm to my shoulder and down my body and I knew he was using some sort of torture device. I wished I could fight…or move…try to at least get away, but he had definitely immobilized me with something.

I screamed inside as the pain moved across my breasts down my belly and further still toward my feet. It reached my toes and the twinge didn't stop, but worsened as I felt the burning starting again. Before the pain could reach my toes again, I started to shake uncontrollably again and I got shoved back into the cold.

Oh God please just take me now

I prayed in my head. I knew I was not going to be found and at least if God was to take me I wouldn't have to endure any more torture.

Please just let me die.

Embry POV

Embry smelled the breakfast his Isabella had made for him and climbed out of his slumber to go and eat. He dressed drowsily and walked up the stairs even though his head was pounding with that feeling that had come back with vengeance. He knew however, that he couldn't indulge in that behavior again. Not for awhile because his brother said things were going south and they had to lay low for a bit. As well as he had his beloved Isabella so the feeling should not even be with him.

Embry reached the top of the steps and opened the door and what he saw nearly made him explode and kill his own flesh and blood. His brother had his filthy hands on his love and it was definitely not consensual.

"Get off of me" He heard his Isabella scream.

""What the fuck are you doing?" He growled as the anger he felt made his face hurt. He was unconscious of himself unsheathing the knife he carried at his hip. He didn't give a fuck if he was his brother, he did not touch her without her consent. He would not taint his relationship with his beloved twice. It took him so long to get her back. He would be damned if anyone took her away from him again.

"I was just telling her the good news" His brother said.

"Don't fuck with her…she's mine and you can't have her yet!" Embry said pointing the knife at him, "I told you when the time is right-" Before he could even finish the sentence his brother removed his hands from her and lifted them in surrender. A gasp brought both their heads toward Isabella. A glass was falling from her hand and it shattered loudly on the floor and in that moment time stood still for Embry as he watched everything play out in slow motion. Isabella's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she went completely rigid. Foam started coming out of her mouth and her knees bucked under her.

"Time's up" Embry's brother said as he caught her sagging body before it could hit the floor. Embry just stood in shock.

"Move it Embry for fuck sakes…get the fucking table out of here before she hurts herself" he yelled and started moving her toward the floor. That snapped Embry out of his stillness and he flew across the room and pulled the table out of the way so his brother could lay Bella down. She started shaking uncontrollably which scared the fuck out of him.

"What's wrong?" He screamed in his panic.

"The medication I been sneaking her isn't working for that fucking infection and she's convulsing" he said through gritted teeth.

"What do we do" Embry choked through the fear in his throat.

"Get me the fucking thermometer!" he yelled as he turned her onto her side.

Embry was completely struck stupid as he watched his wife lay so helpless on the ground.

"Embry she's going too fucking die…is that what you want?" his brother yelled.

Embry shook his head to clear it and grabbed the thermometer off the counter and quickly gave it to his brother. The thermometer quickly went under her arm and as Embry waited he remembered the conversation his brother had with him. He told Embry three weeks ago he thought his beloved was sick.

"I think your bitch is sick." He said concerned.

"Don't call her that…or so help me" Embry retaliated and shoved the edge of his knife into his brothers' face.

"Calm down" he said soothingly, "I just think we need to get her some antibiotics"

"What makes you think she's sick?" Embry furrowed his brows.

"My medical training dumb ass" he stated matter-of-factly like Embry was some stupid child.

"Don't push me" Embry retaliated through gritted teeth and slammed the knife into the table "you know what I mean!"

"She's not eating, she's more pale than usual and there has been blood in her urine Embry. There is something wrong and unless you want her to die we need to fix it" he said to me calmly as he sharpened the blade of his own knife.

"So what do we do then…we can't just take her to a fucking doctor!" Embry spit out the last word.

"No fucking shit Sherlock! We can get what we need from the pharmacy. I'll just use the script I stole from good ole doctor Gerandy" Embry's brother stated.

Embry had gone to the pharmacy twice for Penicillin since his brother wrote the false prescription. They both thought it had been working since his Isabella was showing no further signs of degeneration. Now, as Embry sat staring at her on the floor, he knew they had both been horribly wrong and his wife was going to die if they didn't do something fast.

"One oh four and it's still counting" His brother snarled bringing Embry out of his thoughts.

"Fuck!"

"No shit…fuck…if we don't get this fever down now she's dead." he stated matter-of-factly as he reached down, un-cuffed her ankle and threw her over his shoulder.

"What do you want me to do?" Embry asked panicked.

"Get your ass to the hospital. I need some Rocephin and some Ibuprophen it will be locked up in a medicine cart." He started walking toward the basement.

"What are you going to do?" Embry hesitated.

"I'm going to get her in the ice…now get the fuck out of here and hurry she doesn't have long." He said and disappeared into the basement.

Embry ran as quickly as he could to the car and sped the fuck away from the little cottage. He didn't give a fuck if he got pulled over he'd just split the bastards throat. He had to get his wife's medicine before she died. Embry thanked God his brother was there so Isabella had a chance. All the medical training he had in the army sure came in fucking handy. Not only did he get to kill people for fun but he was trained how to make them disappear without a trace too. Embry smiled at the thought then he frowned.

His beautiful wife would not be happy that he left her alone with his brother. She was going to be so fucking mad at him…he needed to hurry. He didn't want her mad at him anymore than he wanted her dead. He didn't like her mad it made him feel awkward. When she was mad he couldn't control himself and then he would come out and take over. Harry was the only one who knew how to deal with things. Embry didn't know how to do things just like Harry told him every day. Embry never forgot that he was stupid and was not as smart as Harry. That's why Harry would take over and help Embry to be happy again.

Embry parked by the staff entrance at the hospital and quickly ducked inside. He knew he was going to have to hurry and there was a chance he would be caught on some sort of surveillance, but he didn't give a fuck. He knew there was no time and so he didn't even bother taking precautions. He walked right up to the supply closet and broke the glass. The alarms shrieked and Embry knew he had approximately three minutes or less. He found what he was looking for in under a minute because thankfully just like all the other stupid places he'd been into everything was organized to the letter. He grabbed three bottles for good measure and hurried his ass back to the car. He saw two security guards make an appearance and reach for their radios as he sped away back toward the cabin.

"Where are you!" he yelled into the basement as he shed his coat and palmed the three bottles he had stolen.

"Down here in the bathroom bring me that fucking shit fast!" His brother yelled.

Embry took off on a dead run down the stairs and into the bathroom. His brother was standing over his naked wife's body.

"What the fuck." Embry growled as his shoot to kill impulse surfaced.

"I had to strip her down Embry." his brother said sternly and held his hand out toward him for the vials of meds. Embry handed them to him and his brother knelt down onto the floor.

"Is she going to be okay?" he asked quietly as his brother opened a syringe packet that had been on the floor next to the bath.

"Yes." he said as he lifted her arm out of the ice and shoved the syringe in. "It's going to be just fucking fine." His brother put her arm back into the ice, stood up, and the last thing Embry saw were stars dancing around his head. His mother fucking brother had cold conked him with the butt of his fucking gun.

Charlie's POV

The cabin wasn't just secluded and ran down. It had grime seeping off the walls and the wood banister had fallen apart. The three steps leading to the porch were no longer useful and the shudders had fallen off the windows and were hanging by a thread. It never would have been found if Paul hadn't followed Embry here twenty minutes ago after the stupid fuck robbed the hospital.

Paul's Intel was spot on as they made their way to the little fucking cabin in the woods. I was fucking ecstatic Paul had flown his ass down a week ago at Sam's request and took to the stake out bullshit in town. Lucky fucking thing Paul had returned from his vacation early and Sam was finally able to reach him.

"We wait here." I said to my team as they huddled in the midst of trees around the cabin. My team consisted of himself, Sam, Waylon, Reinhardt, Jones, Flynn and Paul, who had yet to show himself after the call to Sam. Each man was in cammo, strapped to the hilt with guns, ammo and knifes, and a small earpiece to communicate with each other.

I sat as patiently as I could but I was getting antsy. I wanted to get my daughter out of that fucking shit hole and back home.

"Where the fuck is Paul?" I growled at Sam getting irritated the fucker wasn't here yet.

"Paul said he was going to go around and secure the perimeter. Then he was going to double back to us and let us know when shit was clear." Sam said.

"What about Edward?" Waylon asked in a whisper.

"We won't take any risks…you keep him here when he arrives in the chopper until we get her out safely." I growled.

"You got it" Waylon retaliated.

Just then there was movement to the right of the house and the sound of safety's being clicked off was all around me.

"It's just Paul" Sam sighed and safeties were reengaged.

"Bout fucking time" Someone mumbled.

"Charlie. Sam. He's in there. I followed him here from the hospital and he's gone down into the basement." Paul informed us.

"Is that the only way in" I pointed toward the front door praying to God there was another way. We needed two points of entry at least to make sure this mission went off without a hitch. We needed to surround the bastard so he couldn't bolt and take her with him.

"Around back there is a cellar door, it's unlocked." Paul explained.

"That's the way in boys" I said through clenched teeth. "I want two teams. Sam you take Reinhardt and Jones…Paul. Flynn. You come with me!" I jabbed my fingers toward each group as I spoke.

"Waylon you wait here for the chopper and keep Edward here. For the love of God we don't have a fucking clue what were walking into. And if she's dead…" I had to swallow and couldn't finish the sentence. God help me if she was dead I would kill that mother fucker without a thought and they all new it.

"I'll take care of it Charlie you go get her." Waylon gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze and we took off toward the cabin.

"Sam you take the front. The boys and I will go around back. I want radio silence until we're in position." I ordered not wanting to take any chances of that fucker hearing us as we approached. Last thing we needed was him prepared to take us out as we went in.

"Paul you take point." I said and we went around the side of the cabin.

My glock was positioned to the side of my face as Paul led the three of us to the hatch. He motioned with his fingers toward us and we broke into position. I took my spot at the front of the cellar door, while Paul and Flynn positioned themselves on either side. I slowly opened the latch and they both trained there guns on the entrance.

"Ready" I asked and both nodded. "Sam?"

"We're in position" He replied into my ear.

"On my count…One…Two…Three." I flung the door open. Paul descended with his gun at the ready followed by myself. Flynn took position at my flank. Paul took off in front and started checking doors he came to. Slowly opening each door and sweeping it with his gun. Flynn and I did the same to our rooms. Each room I checked had no sign of anyone. I could hear Sam and his team above us doing the same upstairs.

"Jesus…Christ" Paul gasped ahead of me so I quickly took off toward the room he was in front of, with Flynn on my heels the whole way. I nearly passed out when I saw what Paul was looking at.

"My God." Flynn choked in a whisper when he took a good look at the room.

"We've found their torture room." I updated Sam through the lump in my throat.

"We're clear up here…on our way to you now." He replied.

I didn't say another word as I stood in shock taking in the place my daughter had been either abused or killed in.

The large metal table in the center of the room had a gutter on each side and looked like something you'd see in the morgue. Chains and hooks hung from the ceiling. Pliers, vices, needles, and knives of various sizes were on a small shelf on the side of the table. Shackles varied throughout the room on the walls and there were blood stains everywhere. A sink in the corner was full of tools covered in blood and the drain on the floor now ran red with stain. It looked like a fucking scene out of the horror movie SAW.

"I'm gonna be sick." Jones said and vomited where he stood. I hadn't even realized Sam and the other boys had arrived.

There was a lot of gagging and swallowing by the others as they got there bearings. I swallowed hard and had to tell my legs to stay upright before I could start walking forward. I had only taken two steps when there was a gun shot.

"There!" Flynn yelled and we all took off running.

"Where is Paul" Sam growled as we rounded a corner.

"I don't know he was with us when we got to the torture room" I answered and there was another shot. We skidded to a stop as Paul walked out of the room holding Bella in his arms.

Bella was naked except for a sheet Paul had covered her in. Her lips were blue and she wasn't moving. My legs started to shake and Sam quickly grabbed my arm before I realized I was starting to sway.

"Is she-" I started but couldn't finish as the tears spilled over my eyes and rolled down my cheek."

"She's alive…barely" Paul said as he gets to me. "I got a pulse. It's very shallow. We need to move her now" he says hurriedly.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a flash and before anyone knows what the fuck has happened Embry comes out of fucking nowhere and shoves a blade into Paul's chest.

"Get your hands off my wife…I'll fucking kill you…You don't touch her ever!" He spat at Paul and shoved the knife in deeper.

Flynn lunged toward Embry and knocked the fucker to the ground and has him handcuffed in less than thirty seconds.

Paul starts stumbling and Sam quickly takes Bella from his arms and cradles her in his and starts running toward the cellar entrance. Jones grabs Paul who is cussing up a storm as he holds the knife in his chest.

"I'm good…I'm good" Paul says as Jones starts walking him toward the door that leads outside, but he doesn't push Jones off.

Flynn has Embry in a chokehold walking his ass out behind them. I realize I'm on my knees and quickly jump my ass up and take off down toward the cellar entrance. I emerge out of the basement about two minutes later and look toward the flashing lights of the ambulance. I see my daughter on the stretcher and Edward next to her as they shut the door and speed off down the desolate dirt roadway.

I collapse once more and let all the anguish of the last few months flow through me and tears flow like a sissy girl down my face. Sam and Waylon don't say one fucking word as they lift me into the back seat of the car and take off down the same dirt road the ambulance left on just minutes ago.

Whew.

They finally got her back. Embry's brother never really touched her like she thought. Poor hallucinating child isn't she.

Now the hard stuff starts. Where will Bella's scars leave her and Edwards relationship?

Don't assume anything lol but I will promise a HEA!

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