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Bella heard herself screaming as she watched Edward's eyes closed. The person on top of him, her male stalker, had used his thighs to pin Edward's arms against his side. How was she going to make it out alive if they were able to overtake him? He was stronger than her, trained and knowledgeable, where Bella had spent the last two weeks hiding.

"Shut her up already," her male stalker said before he stood over Edward. He tilted his head to the side, looking over at her with a creepy, evil smile. There was something so . . . familiar about his voice, yet she couldn't figure out where she had heard him before. "You cut her."

"She was being whiny," the woman holding her said before she turned and licked the blood off the side of her neck. Bella cried out, but the woman laughed. Like with him, there was something so familiar with her voice, the perfume she wore, the way she wrapped her arm around her. "She tastes delicious."

Bella released a strangled sob as she threw her head to the side, hitting her as hard as she could. Edward had been right, she thought: it did hurt, but seeing as the woman holding her screamed and threw her onto the floor, it hurt her more. Bella scrambled onto her hands and knees, trying to get to the bed, where she had seen the gun fly under when Edward was thrown to the ground, but the woman recovered quickly and grabbed Bella by the ankle, pulling her backward and spinning her so that she was laying on her back.

Bella brought her legs up in front of her, kicking the woman with so much force, she fell backward against the door to the bathroom, falling inside. Bella turned and started for the bed again, but her male stalker came at her. Once again, she brought her leg up and kicked him, sending him flying back against one of the windows, causing it to shatter. Unfortunately, there were metal bars on the outside of the window that kept him from falling over the edge. Bella scrambled to her feet and started toward the door, wishing she was strong enough to carry Edward, too, but knew there was no way she would be able to, so she ran — she ran for both of them.

Bella ran as fast as she could, but when she missed one of the steps, she screamed and found herself rolling downward, coming to a stop when she hit the corner heading to the hallway leading toward Edward's office. Crying, she scrambled to her feet, limping as she tried to run down the hallway to the front door. She needed help, she needed to find her and Edward some help, someone would hear them, someone would come to their rescue, and they'd be safe, but when she opened the front door, she felt a body hit hers and she found herself falling forward onto the front porch and down the front steps. She hit the ground hard, a loud scream pouring from her lips.

"Shut the fuck up, whore," the woman stalker yelled, wrapping her fingers around Bella's throat.

Crying, she tried to kick the woman, but she managed to stop her legs from moving, by sitting on them. Bella raised her hand to punch her, scratch her, slap her, something, but before she could make contact, the male stalker wrapped his hands around her wrists and slammed her arms against the ground.

"HELP!" Bella screamed. "SOMEONE HELP!"

"Nobody can hear you, Angel," he said, leaning down and pressing his nose against the side of her neck. "This is going to be so much fun."

"Let us go. Please, let us go," she sobbed, trying to shake them off her, but they wouldn't budge. "Please, please, please, let us go. Please."

"Oh, Angel," her female stalker whispered, reaching into the front of her black hoodie and pulling out a syringe like they'd used on Edward. "We can't let you go. He misses his Angels so much."

"Who?" she asked, but instead of giving her an answer, the woman leaned forward and Bella felt the prick as the needle penetrated her skin.

She lobbed her head to the side, her eyes landing on the black sedan parked across the street, and the man leaning against the side. His head was lobbed to the left and though it was dark, Bella could see his bright blue eyes were open, though it was the red, crimson blood no longer seeping from the cut along his throat that drew her attention the most.

As her vision grew dark, and she found herself slipping away, she knew without a doubt that Garrett Mitchell was dead.

—TB—

Bella's body hurt. She was cold and sore and her eyes felt heavy, but she managed to pry them open. The third thing she noticed was that she was in a small room made of cement blocks. There was a cement altar and built in cement shelves along the wall, all of which were covered with hundreds of white candles. There was a large, cement table and arch on the far side of the room.

The second thing she noticed was that she had been stripped naked and bound to metal chair with thick, leather cuffs attaching one ankle to each post and her hands pulled behind her back. Her mouth had been covered in heavy tape. Her hair was tangled, and she could feel her tears falling down her face.

But the first thing that she noticed, the most important thing she noticed, was Edward. Like her, he'd been stripped naked and bound to a large metal chair so that he was facing her, just a few yards in front of her. Like her, his ankles were bound by thick leather cuffs, and his arms were pulled behind him. But unlike her, his eyes were wide open, and based on the stains of tears on his face, he had been awake for a while. She screamed, thrashing against the ropes that bound her. Edward pleaded with her, his eyes wide and full of the same fear that she knew was in her eyes.

A loud, eerie screech echoed throughout the cavernous room and Edward and Bella both turned toward the concrete stairs as two sets of legs began their descend. She could feel her heart racing as inch by inch by painfully slow inch more and more of their bodies were scene. Neither were wearing the same black pants they had worn when they snuck into Edward's loft and attacked them. Now, the woman's legs were bare yet the skirt of a white dress could be seen sashaying around her creamy legs.

He, the man just a few steps behind her, was wearing a pair of loose khaki pants, and as their torsos were in view, he was also wearing a white knit shirt, much like the one Edward had been wearing in the picture that hung around her neck in the silver locket.

As they finally turned the corner, coming into view, Bella felt her heart clench in her chest when she saw who they were.

"Hello, Angel," Angela Weber cooed before she skipped over and straddled her legs, pulling the skirt of her white dress around her waist. She tilted her head to the side before she reached up and placed her hands on either side of Bella's head, forcing her to look up at her just moments before she felt her lips press against the outside of the tape covering her mouth. Bile crept up her throat, but she managed to swallow it back.

Angela moaned, grinding herself against Bella's legs, and she could tell the woman wasn't wearing any panties, which did nothing to keep the bile from creeping back up her throat.

"You look spectacular, Angel." Angela slid her hands to the back of Bella's head, her fingers tangling in her hair before she shifted off her, moving so that she was standing behind her. "Isn't she spectacular?"

"She is," the man she had seen just earlier that afternoon at Sin Records said, his dark eyes sparkling behind a pair of thick, black plastic rim glasses. Ben had been what Rosalie called him, but who Ben was, why Ben was there, was something Bella didn't know, or understand. Though, in that moment, it didn't matter seeing as he was standing behind Edward, his hands sliding down the front of his chest before he turned and bit the edge of Edward's ear.

He cringed, and tried to move away, but the ropes binding him to the chair gave little freedom, which only caused Ben to laugh before, he wrapped his hand around Edward's throat, yanking his head back against his shoulder.

"He's going to be so happy you're both here, Angels. You were always his favorite. The stories he told us. . ."

Ben groaned and his tongue snaked out from between his lips, licking the full length of Edward's face and back down to his ear. His eyes shifted to Bella before he slid his hand down Edward's chest until his fingers could wrap around his flaccid penis. A tear slid down Edward's face that matched the one that fell down Bella's.

"It's time."

Ben walked up behind Angie, grabbing her arms and yanking her off Bella, almost throwing her toward Edward. She caught herself by throwing her hands out and gripping Edward's shoulders. Angie tensed for a moment before she smiled and straddled Edward, causing him to writhe against her, and Bella could see the tears sliding down his face, tears that matched hers.

Ben knelt in front of Bella, his hands starting on her knees and slowly sliding down her calves to the thick, leather cuffs binding her against the chair. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he unbound her ankles, catching her legs as she tried to kick him.

He laughed. "Oh, you're going to be feisty, aren't you?"

Ben grabbed the tops of her arms and hoisted her off the chair, dragging her limp body over to the large, cement table. She screamed against the tape around her mouth as he lifted her up and all but threw her on top of the table so that she was laying on her stomach. Bella tried to get her legs under her, tried to kick him off her, tried to roll off the table, anything rather than just lay there while he bound her on top.

But Ben, being stronger than her, was able to overpower her and she felt cold metal wrapping around her ankles, pulling her legs apart and leaving her vulnerable, exposed, and she couldn't keep the muffled, strangled sob from leaving her lips. Ben climbed on top of her, the weight of his body pressing against hers as he untied her wrists, holding her still before he stretched her right arm outward, attaching a metal cuff and then doing the same with the left. She felt helpless and scared, especially when Ben grabbed the back of her hair, yanking her head backward. The stress on her shoulders was excruciating, and once again, she heard herself screaming against the tape over her mouth.

"Shh, Angel, don't be scared," he whispered, placing one of his hands on the table between her shoulder and head. She could feel the warmth of his breath, which was nauseating against her skin. "He loves his Angel. He loves his sweet, beautiful, tasty," Ben added, sucking on the side of her neck, "Angel."

Bella was sobbing, though, unable to stop the tears that fell down her face. The sound of voices had her tensing, though, and her eyes darted around her, landing on a large, flat screen television that had been perched on one of the cement shelves. Bile filled her throat, bile that she struggled to swallow backwards as she watched a little girl with long, brown hair was standing in front of a little boy with red hair and freckles. Both children were naked as they stood in the middle of the same room she and Edward were in at the moment. Though the camera was zoomed onto the little brown haired girl and the little red haired boy, Bella could see the line of people standing behind them, men who were as naked as they were.

"Put your hand between her legs, Angel," a deep, male voice instructed, but little Edward shook his head. "Put your hand on her pussy, Angel."

This time there was no doubt that he was being ordered, forced and tears streamed down the little boy's face as he reached his little hand out and slid between the little girl's legs. She cried and he tried to pull his hand backward, but stopped when a virile man knelt on the other side of the two little kids. He wrapped his fingers around the little boy's wrists, forcing his hand to stay between the little girl's legs. She was crying and tried to move, but hands came down on her shoulders, keeping her in place.

"Now, doesn't that feel good, Angel?" the man asked, the man she now knew was none other than Marcus Volturi.

But the little girl didn't reply. Instead, she just stood there and cried as the Marcus forced the little boy to move his fingers along her private area between the little girl's legs. Both of the children were crying, sobbing loudly, but Marcus didn't seem to care as he reached down and wrapped his fingers around the little girl's wrist and brought her tiny hand up from her side to the front of the little boy, pushing his tiny, limp penis into her hands.

Bella screamed against the tape on her mouth, choking as she failed to keep the bile from filling her mouth. Ben laughed as he placed his hand under her chin and ripped the tape from her mouth. She heaved as she vomited over the edge of the table, closing her eyes to keep the home movie from invading her mind any more than it already had. She'd known that Edward had been forced to touch her, and her forced to touch him, but seeing it firsthand was more than she'd been prepared for.

"Look how beautiful you were, Angel," Ben whispered against her ear. "He's missed you, Angel. Missed you both so much." He groaned and she felt his tongue dip into the crevice of her ear.

"Let us go," Bella cried. "Please let us go. Just let us go!"

"Let you go?" Angie laughed and a moment later, she was squatting in front of her, a wide beautifully creepy smile on her lips. "I told you the man I fuck was hung like a horse, didn't I? Trust me, Isabella, you're going to love the way he fucks you."

"Let us go, Angie. Please let us go," she sobbed.

But Ben slapped another piece of tape over her mouth before he climbed off her, moving so that he was standing behind Angela, his arms wrapping around her as she leaned against him.

"It's time."

Angela moaned and pressed herself against him before she smiled and hurried away. Ben knelt in front of Bella, his fingers tracing along the tape that covered her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head, yanking her head back at the same moment she heard a door opening. He forced her head to the side as Angie came back into the room pushing a large wheelchair. But it wasn't the chair that had her screaming against the tape covering her mouth. No, it was the body sitting in the chair that had her releasing an ear-piercing scream. Perched in the wheelchair, in the same khaki pants and white knit shirt that Ben was wearing were the skeletal remains of Marcus Volturi.

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