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Bella tried to scream, but the heavy hand and thick cloth pressed against her mouth muffled her pleas for help, not to mention the cheering crowds around them. Nobody seemed to notice the man holding her body against his, his fingers clutching just under her breast, or the tears streaming down her face. Bella tried to fight. She clawed at his hand, tried to stomp on his feet, tried to break free from his thick arm, but all of her attempts failed as Charlie lifted her off the ground with one arm and carried her into the darkness like she was nothing heavier than a sack of potatoes. As the amusement park faded from Bella's vison, she could feel her eyes getting heavy, her heart breaking, and fear creeping inside of her.

In a matter of what felt like seconds, Charlie had her in the trunk of his car, his handcuffs binding her hands behind her back, zip ties around her ankles, and tape across her mouth. He looked down at her, a smirk creeping over his lips as his eyes roamed over her body, and he slammed the trunk, locking her inside. A moment later, she felt the car dip as Charlie climbed in behind the wheel, she presumed. The car roared to life, and she felt it moving, taking her away from the love of her life.

Bella tried to figure out a way out of the trunk. She tried to shift so that she could kick out a brake light. She remembered seeing that in a movie one time, but the trunk was small, and when she managed to get onto her back, the pressure on her arms was intense, and she didn't have room to lift her legs enough to kick her feet.

She rubbed her face against the carpet in the trunk, trying to dislodge the tape, maybe be able to scream for help, but the tape didn't budge and the more she tried, the harder she cried, the harder it came to breathe. She felt helpless and scared. She was trying very hard not to think about what he was going to do to her, knowing his intentions all too well. Charlie Swan would make sure she paid for betraying him by being a lesbian. That much, Bella knew for sure.

Bella's stomach clenched in knots when she felt the car jerk to a stop and turn off. Moments later, not nearly long enough, the trunk was thrown open and Charlie looked down at her again, the same disgusting smirk on his lips that he had before.

He didn't say anything as he reached in and effortlessly picked her up, wrapping his arm around her legs as he threw her over his shoulder. She tried to take in as much of the area as she could, but nothing looked familiar. There were a lot of trees and that was about it. Charlie used his other hand to close the trunk before he carried her up the front path and into, what appeared to be a small log cabin. He didn't stop in the living room, though. He carried her through the main room into the kitchen, and into a room in the back — a room without any windows. Her new prison.

He heaved her off his shoulder and tossed her roughly onto a chair, and before she could attempt to move, he had ropes bound around her torso. He knelt in front of her, placing his hand on the side of her face. It would almost have been a loving manner, if he hadn't just kidnapped her and bound her to chair with the intention of making her pay for ever being born wrong, at least in his mind.

"I'm going to enjoy every fucking minute of this."

She didn't know what to say, if she could say anything. Charlie leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, and for the first time since he'd put his hands on her, she was glad he had taped her mouth closed.

Tears seeped down her face as he stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door, and leaving her alone in the dark. God, she thought, save her. Save her, and make it fast, because if Charlie Swan touched her again, she would never survive. She wouldn't want to.

Faith, people, have some faith! And Thank you for all of the amazing reviews!