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Bella could feel her entire body shaking as Charlie threw her onto the bed, her rolling onto her stomach. She felt exposed and there was nothing she could do, seeing as her hands and ankles were still bound. She felt someone grab her ankles, and roll her onto her back, her eyes widening when she saw Alistair, touching her. Like Charlie, he was standing next to the bed in only a pair of blue jeans. His dark, beady eyes roamed up her body to her face, his lips curving into a smirk.
"Isabella," he murmured, his tongue snaking out to wet his bottom lip. "Take it off her."
Charlie reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled a knife out. He climbed onto the bed next her, his hands sliding up her legs until he reached the hem of her dress. His eyes met hers and he smiled as he cut the bottom of the dress to the top, pulling the two sides away, and exposing her almost nude body to the two men.
Tears flooded her eyes and she screamed again and again, but the tape muffled any attempts to get help. Not that anyone knew where she was. Hell, she didn't even know where she was, how could anyone else?
"All of it," Alistair ordered as he reached for the button on his jeans.
Charlie used the knife once more and cut through her panties, and then her bra, leaving her laying on the bed naked, with her arms handcuffed behind her and her ankles bound.
"Goddamn, she's beautiful," Alistair murmured, dipping his hand inside his pants, clearly groping himself. "Turn her over."
Charlie grabbed her ankles and flipped her back onto her stomach, and she felt him cut the remaining fabrics off her, leaving her truly vulnerable to them.
She felt the bed dip and one of them climbed up behind her, straddling her legs. She could feel their bare skin against hers, and bile crept up her throat, threatening to fill her mouth. Their hands came down onto her backside, kneading her flesh harshly. Their weight shifted as they leaned forward and felt them rubbing themselves against her, their hardness pressing against her skin, and once again, she found herself screaming from behind the tape.
"Scream all you want, slut," Charlie snarled, grabbing the back of her head and pulling backward, clearing up who was on top of her. "You'll learn to love it," he whispered, pressing his lips against her ear. "Your mother did."
She tried to look back at him, but he kept her still as he laughed and leaned away. Her mother? He'd raped her mother? Fucked her straight? Was that what he meant? But if so, then why would she let him do the same to her? It made no sense, but before she could process what he'd said, she felt his hands pulling her hips off the bed, and him placing himself against her.
However, before he could enter her, as disgusting as the thought was, a loud bang echoed into the room, followed by another. Charlie scrambled off her, and she managed to roll onto her back as another loud bang — this time a gunshot — filled the air, and when she looked toward the door of the bedroom, she found Carlisle and Emmett standing in the doorway, shotguns in their arms.
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