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Edward had failed her. That's all he could think as he sat in that fucking metal chair and watched as Ben manhandled Bella. Ben, that's what Rosalie had called him the day before while they were sitting inside that conference room at Sin Records, but who was Ben? What connection did he have to Bella? To Marcus Volturi, and The Gathering of Twilight? Who the fuck was Ben and how had he missed these two in all the research they had done on everyone connected to Bella?

Edward could hear her muffled crying when Ben put her on top of that goddamn table. His hands were clenched into fists so tight, he would be surprised if his fingers weren't broken, his nails digging into the flesh on his palms. He had promised to save her, to keep her safe, and he had failed her.

He'd gotten complacent, lazy, let himself get too relaxed around her. He should have insisted on staying with his parents, staying at the cabin, keeping her safe should have been his first priority, not wanting to be alone, wanting to touch her, to kiss her without fearing his family walking in on them all the time. She'd needed him to protect her, to keep her safe, to finally save her, but he had failed. He had fucking failed her.

"It's time."

The woman he knew now was Angela Weber moaned and pressed herself against Ben before she smiled and hurried away. Ben knelt in front of Bella, his fingers tracing along the tape that covered her mouth and Edward pulled against the rope around his wrists, needing to free himself, needing to save her, needing to save himself.

Edward knew exactly what they planned to do to them inside that small, cement prison. Unlike Bella, he had always remembered every horrifying, disgusting detail they had done to them. He didn't need the home videos that were still playing on the large television, the one where Marcus Volturi had laid her on top of the same cement table and forced himself on her — again. It didn't matter how much they cried, how much they begged them to stop, they never did. They never, ever stopped, and Edward knew if he didn't find a way out of that chair, they would both die inside that small, cement prison.

Ben forced Bella's head to the side as the sound of a door opened. Edward's heart was racing as he tried to shift in the chair, tried to look backward to see who she had gone to get. He knew, of course, who she had gone to get, but he needed to see the man for himself. There was no way Ben and Angela had just brought them there out of pure coincidence. Marcus Volturi had orchestrated all of this, that much Edward knew for certain.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Angie pushing an old wheelchair, but it wasn't until she was almost to them that the light from the candles showed him and Edward felt his eyes widened and heard himself screaming against the thick tape covering his mouth. Dressed in the same khaki pants and white knit shirt he had always worn, he knew without a doubt that the person sitting in the wheelchair was Marcus Volturi, but based on the fact that he was nothing but dusty, dry bones, he was dead and had been dead for a very long, long time.

Angela stopped the chair and moved so that she was kneeling in front of it, reaching out and gently wrapping her fingers around the skeletal hand resting on the skeletal knee, and lifted it gently, placing it against the side of her face. Her eyes closed and she moaned, sending full body chills up Edward's spine. The woman was insane, he thought. She was insane, and that . . . that made her even more dangerous.

Ben released his hold on Bella's head and walked up behind Angela, kneeling behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand sliding up in front of her and wrapping around her throat, pulling her head back against her shoulder. Edward expected him to pull her away from the remains, but he didn't. Instead, he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around one of the boney fingers, using his tongue along the edge, and Edward struggled to keep from choking on his puke.

"He says we did good; he says we did real good, baby," Ben said, releasing the bone before he turned and kissed Angela, shoving his tongue into her mouth.

Angela leaned away from him, gazing at him with love and adoration, which would have been sweet if they weren't disturbing and gross. "I want to play with them. Can I play with them now?"

Ben tilted his head backward and looked back from Edward to Bella before looking at Angela and nodding. "Which one do you want to play with first, baby?"

Angela smiled and scooted backward, placing Marcus's boney hand back on his knee before she stood up and turned and looked at each of them. "It's a hard decision. They're both so fucking delicious, aren't they?"

"I know. From the way he tells it, they are both such fun toys to play with. She's already on the table, so we could play with her first, really have some fun with her, you know? Or, we can move him and play with him. He said he was a screamer, and you know how much I love screamers."

Angela threw her head back onto his shoulder and laughed. "I do, baby, I do."

She pulled away from Ben and walked over to Edward, hiking her skirt up before she straddled him. He could feel her bare skin against him, which had him struggling to keep from choking on bile. Angela threaded her fingers into his hair, yanking his head backward hard as she looked down at him he struggled to breathe. She started grinding herself against him. He was so thankful that his body wasn't reacting to her movements. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel . . . encouraged to keep going.

"Bet I can make you scream, Angel." Angela pressed her body against the front of Edward's, her lips crashing down over the tape that his mouth. He felt her tongue pressing against it, and for the first time, he was glad they had covered his mouth. She leaned back and climbed off his lap, turning so that she was facing Bella, who was watching Edward with tears falling down her face. "Or, maybe, I should make her scream."

As Angela sauntered over to Bella, Edward yelled and pulled on the leather cuffs around his ankles, trying to free his hands by rubbing the ropes against a sharp edge. Problem was, though, the ropes were thick and he wasn't sure how much time they would have before it went from just foreplay to serious play. If they did what they wanted to do to them, they would never survive. Not alone, and certainly not together. He just had to find a way to free himself. Edward had to save her. He could not fail her — not again.

Angela climbed on top of the table, her body pressed down against Bella's, who was writhing against her, trying in vain to shake the deranged woman off her. Ben, however, was still kneeling next to Marcus's remains, running his fingers up and down the man's left femur, almost in a loving, gentle manner that made Edward cringe.

There are so many questions burning inside his head: how, when, where, but mostly why. But he couldn't ask them. Even if his mouth wasn't covered with tape, this wouldn't be the time nor the place to ask such questions. The only thing Edward knew for sure was that Marcus Volturi had been dead for a very long time and Ben and Angela were clinically insane.

Edward's attention was drawn back to Bella when he heard her muffled cries. Angela had fisted her long, beautiful hair and had pulled her head backward, putting a strain on her neck and shoulders. Angela had the silver dagger pressed against the side of Bella's neck again, and she was grinding herself against Bella. He could see the fear in Bella's eyes, the pleasure and excitement in Angela's eyes.

"I've longed to touch you, Angel," Angela cooed, leaned back and dragging the tip of the knife over her shoulder and down her back. "I wanted to taste you on my tongue. He told us you tasted divine, like the sweetest wine. Oh, yes, I've wanted to taste his angel so fucking bad, Isabella. "

Bella cried as Angela scooted backward down her open legs, dragging the knife along the delicate curves of her backside. Angela looked over at Edward, and smiled before she turned the dagger around and slipped the handle into Bella's vagina. She screamed and pulled away, but the way she was spread out made it impossible for her to move more than an inch.

"She's sensational, isn't she?" Ben asked, and Edward felt him walk up behind him, felt his sickly breath across his ear, felt his hands sliding down his chest until he wrapped his fingers around him again. "It was hard for her, you know? Waiting until the exact moment we could get both of you." Ben laughed, his sliding along his flaccid penis. "The way he talks about you, both of you, Angel. It's not hard to understand why you are his favorites. Especially the way you are together."

Ben moaned and moved so that he was standing in front of Edward. He removed his hand from his penis, but when he moved to the button on his khaki pants, Edward's eyes widened and he could feel a tear slide down his face again. As Ben pushed his pants down to over his hips, he saw the black, infinity tattoo on his hip. Ben gripped the back of Edward's head as he wrapped his fingers around his own penis, stroking himself slowly. He was hard, excited to be displayed before him like that, showing the power he had over him in that moment. Ben leaned forward and pressed his penis against the side of his face, and Edward tried to look away, tried to move away, but Ben laughed and refused to give him an inch of space as he moved closer, rubbing himself against him.

"I bet your mouth would feel amazing wrapped around me," Ben said, and he released the grip on his hair and gripped the edge of the tape. "If you bite me, I will shove my dick so far up your ass, you'll feel it for the rest of your very, very short life. And then, I will take my anger out on her. Do you understand what I am saying, Angel?"

Edward's eyes shifted to Bella, knowing that he couldn't do anything that would cause her more harm, so he simply nodded. Ben laughed and ripped the tape off his mouth with more force than was necessary, but before Edward could say anything, he felt the tip of the man's penis pressing against his lips. His eyes closed as he allowed the man to put himself into his mouth.

"Oh, yeah, Angel," Ben groaned, his head falling backward as he shoved himself deeper and deeper. Edward could feel his tears falling, feel stomach recoiling, but he knew he had to be strong, if not for himself, then for her. She was counting on him to save her, to free her, and he would. Somehow, he would, even if that meant sacrificing himself.

—TB—

When he done, Ben put the tape back over Edward's mouth. He put the tape back on his mouth and he and Angela laughed and giggled and snickered before they left them alone again. Left them alone to once again dwell on the horrors their cement prison always held for them. At least they had moved Bella off the table, Edward thought, and now she was sitting on the chair across from him again. Her ankles had been cuffed and her arms had been retied behind her. Angela had violated her with the handle of the knife, used it to take what little dignity Bella had left, Edward thought. And then they moved her off the table and back into the chair and left them alone. And Bella, well Bella wouldn't look Edward in the eye.

He felt sick to his stomach, which had a lot to do with Ben and how he'd forced him to . . . Well, Edward was trying really hard not to think about what Ben had forced him to do. Instead, he was trying to figure out how to get them out of this mess.

The doors to the room opened and for the first time since they left, Bella shifted her eyes to Edward's, fear and terror filling them. The same fear and terror that he knew were in his eyes, too. Ben and Angela slowly made their walk back down the cement stairs, this time he wasn't wearing a shirt, and she was only wearing a pair of white panties and a bra. And just like with him, Edward could see the black infinity tattoo on her hip.

"Get him into position while I prepare," Angela ordered, and Ben simply nodded before he walked up behind Edward, placing his hands on his shoulders. Edward flinched, causing them both to laugh. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun, baby."

"Yes, yes, it will," Ben moaned and sucked on the outside of Edward's ear before he moved in front of him and began removing the leather cuffs around his ankles.

When Ben moved so that he was standing behind him, Edward shifted his eyes to Bella, who was sobbing softly, before he winked and threw his head back, hitting Ben square in the nose.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" Ben snarled, grabbing Edward by the shoulder and throwing him out of the chair and onto the floor, where he rolled onto his side and tried to shield himself as Ben reared his foot back and kicked him in the stomach. Edward cried out against the tape around his mouth, but when Ben made a grab at his arm, he lifted his foot and kicked him in the middle of his chest, sent him flying across the room, causing him to hit the cement table with an alarming amount of force. He slithered to the ground, his eyes closing as he passed out.

Edward had managed to loosen the ropes around his wrists enough that now that he wasn't in the chair anymore, he could free himself, but before he could make a move to get to Bella, he felt Angela leap onto his back, her arm wrapping around his neck and one hand pulling on his hair. He fell backward onto the ground, causing her to scream and wrap her legs around him, so he leaned up and fell back again and again and again until she released her hold around him. He scrambled away from her, and when he looked back, she was laying on the ground with a pool of blood under her head, but she was still alive based on the way her chest slowly moved up and down.

Ben groaned as he stood up and looked from Angela to Edward, his eyes hardening as he roared and came at him. Edward managed to get his hands in front of him before the man could hit him, but the force had him falling backward until Ben had him pressed against the wall. Edward felt the back of his head slam against the cold concrete. He pushed Ben away from him, and when he came at him again, he blocked the punch with his right arm and threw his left arm out, hitting him in the nose, pushing upward. The sound of his nose breaking echoed through the room, even with Bella's muffled screams. He needed to free her, needed to save her, but he couldn't do that until he subdued Ben once and for all.

"I'm going to make you pay for putting your fucking hands on her," Ben snarled, and he managed to get his hands around Edward's throat, slamming him against the wall once again.

He lifted with more strength than Edward would have given him credit for and he felt the wall scratching his back, but he didn't care. He wrapped his fingers around Ben's wrists and curled his nails into the man's flesh until he could pry his hands from around his throat and he slid down onto his feet.

Edward forced him backward until he tripped over Angela's legs and fell back against the ground. He pinned Ben against the ground and in a fury of swings and punches, Edward threw his fists into the man's face over and over and over and over again. He didn't stop until his face was covered in blood, swollen from the beating. Not until the man had stopped moving under him, stopped fighting, stopping breathing.

He felt his heart racing as he scooted off Ben, his hands covered in blood, his knuckles swollen, and his face covered in a mixture of sweat and tears. Edward's hands were trembling as he reached up and peeled the tape from his mouth, taking a deep, shaky breath, and looked over at Bella, who was watching him with wide, red eyes.

Edward crawled across the floor and undid the cuffs around her ankles before he lifted her out of the chair, sitting her on the floor in front of him. It took him a few minutes, but he managed get the ropes off her wrists. She brought her arms up and wrapped them around herself, her head tilting in his direction, but before either of them could speak, Edward felt his head get ripped back as he was slammed against the ground — hard.

Angela, her eyes wide and full of crazy lifted the silver dagger above him, but before she could use it on him, Bella tackled her off him, sending the dagger flying across the room.

"You stupid bitch!" Angela snarled, grabbing Bella and slamming her against the floor, but Bella wasn't going down without a fight and she reached up and shoved her fingers into Angela's eyes, causing the woman to scream as she fell onto to the floor. Bella rolled on top of her and, like Edward had with Ben, she let lose a fury of strikes that had Angela screaming for what felt like hours, but was really only minutes, before she, too, fell still and silent.

"Bella, stop." Edward crawled over and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her off Angela. Though, her eyes were open, there was no doubt that Angela was dead. "You stopped her, sweetheart. You stopped her."

Bella lifted her hands, which were trembling, up and laid them on Edward's chest as he slowly and gently peeled the tape off her mouth. Like he had, she inhaled a shaky, quivering breath of air.

He leaned his forehead against the side of her head. "We stopped them."

"We . . . we stopped them," she sobbed, falling against him. "We stopped them, Edward. We stopped them."

"We stopped them," he cried, wrapping his arms around hers.

He wanted to lift her off the floor, carry her out of the room, but he was tired. Exhausted. The adrenalin that spurred him on was quickly waning, and as much as he wanted to lift her off the ground and carry her out of their cement prison, he just didn't have the energy, so instead, he held her as they cried together.

At that moment, the sound of the door at the top of the stairs echoed as it creaked open, and he and Bella shared a look before they turned and looked as Carlisle, Charlie, and Felix rushed into the room to save the day. Too bad they were too late.

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