AN: Another short Bean chapter. In the movie, these scenes are pretty brief, so I tried to add a little more to it. Just know, she's not having a good time.

Day Six and Seven:

Thursday, July 13th and Friday, July 14th

Location Unknown

Bella

After my plea, someone sent Lado to address my concerns. I hated the way he looked at me. That predatory gaze of his was always following me, and it didn't matter where I was. He watched, licking his lips and adjusting himself. Once, when I first got there, I woke up to him taking pictures of me with his phone. My mind started to reel, wondering what he had done to me when I wasn't aware of it. Like, had he touched me? Had he raped me? And was it he who undressed me? When the motorcycle cop pulled me over, I was wearing my new lavender dress with a white slip - which I was still wearing that slip - but now that dress was gone, along with my bra, underwear, and shoes. They were nowhere to be found in this sardine can. So, where were they? Had they removed my clothes there or somewhere else? And why couldn't I remember anything? It was a scary feeling not to know.

Lado knew, though, and he held that knowledge over me.

Everything was a game to him, and when I complained about the pizza, he showed up with a small table, a white tablecloth, and a single rose in a crystal vase. The only two lamps in the room shone down on the table, so everything else was cast in darkness. Lado and I sat at this table as Sophia placed a polished stainless steel cloche dome and plate in front of him. The spectacle and ridiculousness of it all was a jab at me. Like, look at this poor rich girl, bitching about pizza and being unable to get on the internet – as if that were my only problem. I should have ignored him, but when he removed the lid to reveal a steak, my mouth watered.

Lado smiled, knowing he had me, as he picked up a knife and fork to cut off a piece. When he held it out to me, I didn't hesitate to lean forward and take it. I bit into the steak. It was good, too. Medium-rare, just as I liked it, it was seasoned perfectly. The juices overwhelmed my taste buds, and for a brief moment, I felt normal.

However, this didn't last.

"So, we're hearing the food here isn't good enough," Lado said as he looked back at Esteban, who was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. The worry that went through Esteban told me that, somehow, he had fucked up.

I wondered if Esteban had been told to order food, but they hadn't specified, and he only ordered pizza because it was easier or because he liked it so much. Then I felt terrible because I didn't want anything to happen to Esteban. He was the only pure-hearted asshole in this horrible place.

"We're concerned," Lado said as he cut another piece of steak and fed it to me. I didn't say anything out of fear that he would take the food away or do something worse. "We want you to accept your new home."

I nodded as he continued to speak.

"Do you need anything else besides the computer and...what was it? Salads?" Lado asked as the last steak bite was eaten, and Sophia picked up the plate. "You know, to make it easier on you."

My eyes scanned the room, and behind Lado stood a green wall with blood splatters and smears, most likely where people took their last breaths. If there was something to hide the horrors of this place, then maybe I could pretend I wasn't in hell.

"Um," I whispered softly, looking down at my hands and avoiding his gaze. "Perhaps, you could get me the Ophelia painting by Sir John Millais?"

The request surprised Lado as he glanced at the camera and had a brief conversation with the person behind it. Not even a second later, his phone buzzed, and he pulled it out to check the message. Whoever texted him was responding, and Lado nodded his head. He looked up at me. "Anything else?"

I shook my head, not because there weren't things I wanted, but because his tone informed me that I had made all of my requests.

Google was my escape. It took me to places outside of this small room. I downloaded pictures of cities and imagined I was there. As much as I wanted to reach out to my boys, I knew they were off-limits. When Lado handed me the laptop, he went over the rules. I was to contact my mother and only my mother. When I wrote to her, I was to tell her that I was alive and vacationing somewhere. If I attempted to inform the police, or Charlie - because they quickly figured out who he was - and especially Edward and Jasper, they would kill me. Lado made sure I knew that before he slit my throat; that many of his men would rape me viciously. He got real close to me as he told me this, his fingers skimming my upper arms, and I quickly buried away a horrible memory that was pushing its way to the surface.

So, Mom, here I am in London!

Attaching pictures of Tower Bridge, a red phone booth, and even Buckingham Palace, I quickly wiped away a tear as it fell. If Renee got this, she'd assume I took another vacation with Edward and Jasper. What sucked about make-believe was that it wasn't real, and I had never been to London with my boys and probably wouldn't ever get the chance.

But I shook those thoughts away and continued on with the email.

If you saw the portrait of Ophelia hanging in my room, you'd die.

Right before me hung the painting I had requested, and it was a depiction of Ophelia from William Shakespeare's play 'Hamlet.' She was lying face-up in a pond, singing before she slipped away and drowned. It was bittersweet, love and death - it reminded me of my own situation. The more I stared, the more it amazed me that, despite the frame taking up half the space, it still couldn't conceal the blood on the walls.

The painting only drew more attention to itself.

I'm having a wonderful time.

The lie got caught in my throat, nearly choking out a sob.

Being here, I find myself appreciating home more.

I never thought I could be the type to take anything for granted. I was loved and blessed in many ways, but still, was this my punishment for not truly appreciating my charmed life? Whatever the case may be, I vowed to be better. I would tell the people how much I cherished them. If I made it out of there, I would be a humble person. God, I swear, give me a chance.

So, I decided to start by telling my mom something I hadn't said in a long time.

I hope you know how much I love you; I miss you, and I can't wait to see you soon.

Bella.

Hitting 'send,' I solemnly swipe away a tear and close the laptop. "I'm done."

Esteban got up from his indented spot on the couch and reached over to take it away. My hand covered the mouse, and thankfully, he overlooked it. As he walked away, I jumped up from my seat. "Esteban!" I called out.

He stopped and looked at me.

I held up the mouse. "You forgot this." Esteban stood by the door, his face toward me, and as I walked up to him, I kept my back to the camera. I whispered to him. "Please let me talk to someone." His eyes flickered with worry, and I knew he was thinking of Lado. "Not him, not him. Please, help me."

Esteban didn't nod or acknowledge me, which I was grateful for because if he did, the camera wouldn't know we had that conversation. He left, and I twirled around, keeping my face neutral as I walked back to the couch and sat down. My only hope was to reach the person who got me that painting. The same one who sent Lado to get me a steak. Who, despite keeping me hostage, had seen me as a person or even their daughter. Supposing I could talk to them, to gain their ear, without interference, then maybe, just maybe, I might survive this place.

AN: Tomorrows chapter is going to be fun. Who's ready for some Edward?

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