BPOV.
I was so groggy and it didn't matter where I looked, all I could see was darkness. I couldn't tell up from down, left from right, heck I'm not sure if I remember my own name. I do remember the thud of his footsteps, the cadence of his breaths as they blew across the shell of my ear when he whispered what he intended to do to me once he was aloud some alone time. I remember the smell of sweat and stale beer, the fact that he smelt a little greasy as if he'd spent time around engines or mechanical things. I could smell the damp of the room; it was different from the last one they'd bought me to. It had a chill to it too, it smelt and felt old, musty. It smelt like death.
The first time he beat me I was too out of it to register the pain, of course I remember the pain now, the throb in my stomach from too many kicks, the ache around my jaw from too many back hands. I could still taste the dried blood on my lips. I don't know how long they took between the beatings and the questioning, always the questions, always followed by a punch or a kick when I couldn't or wouldn't answer. I'm sure he took some kind of sick pleasure in seeing my blood fly.
The worst one though was the woman, Jane he said her name was. She liked electricity and took great pleasure in seeing me fry from the contact with the electro shock baton. I wasn't really paying much attention what with the feeling I was burning from the inside out, everything ached or throbbed from the beatings I had already taken, couple that with the spasms and convulsions bought on by her sadistic use of the baton, I didn't have much faith in getting out of here. I'm sure my screams carried for miles. I only wish someone would answer my pathetic call. Jane wasn't happy with me, her torture methods still hadn't made me talk and she was not a patient person. I found that humorous, she was the third person to say that to me recently. I laughed at her, she electrocuted me. No sense of humour that one.
I don't know how much more I can take.
There are few things in this life that I am sure of, the sun will rise in the morning, it will be dark at night, my dad could burn water and my mother although flighty was and always will be more of a friend than a parent. Right now I was certain of one thing... I'm going to die. Even to me that sounds melodramatic, in fact up until now I would've credited that thought with nothing but partial amusement and figured that I'd heard it on a daytime soap. That was before my life took a trip down the dark side of existence.
Before today, heck before last week, I was happy go lucky, sitting confident in myself made cocoon, I had friends, a home and a job I simply loved, then that fateful day in June all it took was one small piece of information to land on my desk and the carefully constructed house of cards that I resided in came crashing down, and when I say crashing down I mean literally not figuratively. Everything that I had worked for, for the past five years lead to this moment and now here I sit, staring into the darkness, unable to move due to the ropes tied tightly around my limbs, waiting for them.
I know they're out there, I've heard them, I've heard the violent sounds of torture, I've heard the screams of the other person that they have entombed in what I can only describe as being akin to hell. I know it's only a matter of time before they come for me and there is nothing that I can do about it, except wait and pray that my inevitable end is swift.
The lock turned in the door, the sound amplified by the darkness. I made no move to react to it. I knew it was him and not her this time, his scent preceded him. I felt him behind me, his hands on my shoulders I cowered away from him. I should know by now not to encourage him.
"Alone at last Bella." The four words I dreaded more than the questioning.
I screamed, loud and tortuously.
EPOV.
I was cold and wet and my body ached, well at least I know I'm alive, if it hurts or aches that means I'm not dead... yet. I cracked an eye open and could just make out a bright overhead light and a sterile chemical sort of smell. My head throbbed and when I went to run my hands through the back of my head I felt the restraints on my arms. Where the hell am I? The pain went from dull to intense and back to dull again and a wave of nausea went through me. I really felt like shit. I closed my eyes in hope that I was just holed up in the hospital and they'd strapped me down to stop me from moving, yeah that's what it was, so why didn't it feel like I was in bed? I must've dropped off to sleep again, because the next time I awoke it was to a streak of pain in my shoulder, it was like being struck by lightning and catching on fire all at the same time. I screamed in pain as my eyes shot open, when I eventually managed to focus I was greeted by the sight of a young blonde woman, no more than 21 years old staring down at me. A knife was firmly entrenched into my right shoulder and the vicious blonde bitch was standing over me glaring with malicious fervour. The moment she realised she had my full attention she smirked, a dark and sinister looking grin on her face before grabbing the hilt of the blade and twisting, I hollered in pain.
"What the hell are you doing that for?" I screamed.
"You've slept long enough, time to wake up," her high pitched voice trilled at me.
"Did you have to stab me, for fuck sake woman, never heard of coffee?"
She bent in closer to me, her face merely inches from my own, now I'm a big guy, a trained Seal and this little bitch gave me the heebie jeebies.
"I don't mix breakfast with pleasure, and you certainly don't deserve the former."
"Fuck you!" I groaned.
The evil little troll grabbed the knife once more and pulled it from my shoulder, wiping the blade on a cloth, before playing with it between her fingers. I closed my eyes once more, maybe if I went back to sleep she'd leave me alone. No such luck, I could sense her pacing around the room, the sound of the blade slapping on her palm reverberating in the silence of the room. It wasn't long before I heard a door open, the creak of wood and metal, the sound of footsteps echoing on stone. I could sense a presence to my left.
"Jane, did you have to stab our guest?" a male voice spoke.
"Alec, I just wanted to wake him up and the water didn't work." The evil harpy responded.
"Hmm, we should perhaps get him up, I'll have James and Victoria bring in a chair and some rope."
Who the Fuck are James and Victoria and what the hell will they need rope for?
"Alec, I hope you're not trying to spoil my fun." She replied.
"Never sister dear, I just think we could make our 'guest' a little more comfortable."
"Do I get a say in this, you know as your 'guest'?" I spat out.
"NO!" they replied in unison.
"Ok just thought I'd ask and all that, I must say your customer service is pretty shite." I quipped mirthlessly.
"Oh a smart ass, just what I like, I'm going to enjoy our time together." The harpy trilled in my ear.
The guy left the room, returning moments later with a dirty blonde haired man and a red headed, wild eyed woman, carrying a chair and rope. Oh well I guess I'm not in hospital after all. The throb in my head was getting unbearable, and my shoulder was pulsing with pain, not to mention blood. I relaxed my muscles as they undid the straps on my wrists and ankles, in an effort to make any movement of me as difficult as possible, they may be holding me for whatever reason, didn't mean I was going to make things easy for them. The two men grabbed my shoulders and pulled me bodily from the table or counter or whatever it was I had been strapped to, my dead weight making things particularly awkward for them. I groaned as the pain in my shoulder flared as they struggled to haul me across the room to the chair that had been bought in.
"If you stopped relaxing so much, this would be over so much quicker." The big blonde guy ground out between his teeth.
"Or you could just fuck yourself." I spat in response.
They dropped me on the chair as they reached their destination. The first guy, Alec? held me against the chair by the shoulders, digging his hand into the stab wound that vicious little bitch had given me.
"Hey there's no need for that shit, asshole!" I screeched.
The blonde guy sneered at me as he stood in front of me and back handed me across the mouth, I would say that shit hurt, but honestly Emmett could hit harder with his little finger. The Red head glared at me as she came over with the rope and proceeded to tie me to the chair. I rolled my eyes, honestly I've had this shit in SERE's training, do they think it'll get them anywhere? After ensuring I was securely restrained the blonde harpy approached again, an evil glint in her eye, the hunting knife she'd stabbed me with twisting between her fingers.
She waltzed around me, dragging a finger across my chest, my shoulders and eventually ended up behind me, her hand tugging at my hair, pulling my head back to look at her, she bent down to my ear, her hot breath blowing across my overheated skin.
"If that's meant to be seductive sweetheart, you need to get out more and practice away from the cattle you associate with." I groaned.
The little witch tugged harder on my hair, before biting down on my ear, the red headed bitch laughed at the blonde woman's antics before strutting over to me and straddling my thighs. The two women exchanged knowing looks, the blonde handed the blade to the red head, who proceeded to trail it slowly up my leg and across my torso aimlessly.
"We'd like some information from you, now we can make this easy, or if you don't co-operate, we can make it very, VERY painful, we'll start simple...name" The blonde witch said into my ear.
"Cullen, Edward, Master Chief," I replied automatically.
"Well Mr Cullen, do you think you could help us out, you know, you help us, we'll help you, an agreement so to speak." she responded.
"Its Master Chief bitch, and no I can't help you with that."
"Tsk, Master Chief, you disappoint me." she seethed. "What is your unit Master Chief?"
"I'm sorry I can't answer that."
The red head continued to trail the blade up my leg; she glared at me and then looked at the blonde who shook her head.
"Again Master Chief, what is your unit?"
"I'm sorry I can't answer that." I replied robotically.
The blonde growled in frustration, before nodding at the red head, which stopped trailing the knife and stared at me maliciously before standing from my legs and slamming the blade into my thigh. I rocked with pain, before gritting my teeth to suppress the scream that bubbled up inside of me.
"Answer me Master Chief. What is your unit?" The blonde screeched into my ear.
"Cullen, Edward, Master Chief, FUCK YOU BITCH" I shouted.
"The red headed witch pulled the knife from my leg, and wiped it along my pants before thrusting it into my leg again. Pain flared through my limbs, like fire licking over a corpse. I ground my teeth and set my jaw, raising my head to stare the evil witch in the eyes.
"FUCK YOU" I spat, saliva spattering her face.
She screeched in anger before punching me firmly in the face, blood poured from my nose as my head was thrown back against the back of the chair. Damn she had more of a right hook than that other shit bag.
"Let's try again Master Chief, what is your unit, where are you based?"
"Read my lips bitch, FUCK YOU and the assholes you work for."
"You are not being very co-operative Master Chief, and if there is one thing I will not tolerate, its uncooperative guests." The blonde seethed at me.
"Then by all means let me check out of this hell hole and make some room for a better class of guest."
"So Master Chief, let me guess, is it Coronado or Virginia? See I know what you are Master Chief, all I need is your unit number and a little bit of information and all this nastiness will come to an end, I'd prefer it if we did so on friendly terms."
"I couldn't care less if you think I'm the fucking Easter Bunny, you are getting shit from me lady." I spat.
"I only have so much patience Master Chief, and you are losing mine quite swiftly."
"Save yourself some time bitch, go fuck yourself."
The blonde harpy tugged hard on my hair, my head fell back against the chair from the force of it, while the red headed bitch paced beside me, waves of anger rolling from her. I smirked to myself, even if I don't make it out of here, I'll drive them to insanity before I go. The red head strode over to the chair and stood fuming in front of me, the knife all but forgotten in her hand, her free hand fisting with rage.
"SPEAK DAMMIT, you're going to die anyway, so tell us what we need to know." She roared in my face.
The blonde bitch tugged my head back or I would've spat at the bitch, instead I laughed, not just a chuckle a full out belly laugh, that bitch doesn't intimidate me. There was a knock at the door and a large dark haired man, dressed in a dark suit with a grey over coat strode into the room, followed by an equally tall man with dirty blonde hair.
"Tsk Jane dear, must you stab the guests every time?" Said the shorter man.
"Demetri, he's being very uncooperative, and you know how much that annoys me." she responded.
"Hmm, I think I have something that can help with that." He grinned at her before turning to leave, "have him bought to the other room and for pities sake can you stop him from bleeding all over the damn floor." He said before leaving the room.
The two women exchanged looks, I had no idea what they were meant to say, but whatever it was I just knew I wasn't going to like it. The blonde one stood from behind me; letting my hair go, good because that was really starting to piss me off, and gestured for the huge dark haired guy to come over, the guy was huge, I mean Emmett is huge but this guy, damn this guy was enormous. The big dude towered over me, his angry eyes boring holes into me.
"See something you like?" I smirked at him.
I guess he didn't appreciate my attempt at humour as he backhanded me across the face, my head was thrown back violently, damn that guy hits hard.
"Shut the fuck up, if I want your shit I'll squeeze your head," he sneered at me.
"Sure sure princess." I replied snarkily.
The huge guy grabbed the back of my chair and dragged it with me across the room and out the door, the two cackling witches followed, sauntering provocatively behind us, on exiting the room, we found ourselves into a small oval hallway with multiple doorways and a set of stone steps leading up to a light source, well at least I now know some of the layout I thought to myself. The hallway gave way to another room, an old wooden door lead to another stone floor, dark and dingy walls, fluorescent lights and no windows, I guessed we were below ground. As we entered the room I felt material touch the back of my head before I was plunged in to darkness, a dark cloth sack covered my head. Well that's just typical, although somewhat amateurish considering I've already scoped the layout since they dragged me across from the other room. I could sense that there were more than three people in the room, it felt close, claustrophobic, and I could hear multiple breathing patterns, of course I couldn't let them know this, they were trying to intimidate me, fools.
A loud female scream echoed through the room, followed by a loud feral sounding snarl. Bloody hell, they've got someone else in here.
I felt the presence of someone to the left of me, before I heard a loud thud over to my right, followed by another blood curdling scream.
"Now then Master Chief, shall we try again, every time you fail to respond adequately, Ms Swan here, you do know Ms Swan I presume, well Ms Swan will incur a penalty." said the voice beside me.
I sagged in the chair, shit, they could do this to me all they want and get nothing, but her, fucking hell.
"Don't tell them anything," a soft, pained voice croaked from across the room.
I heard movement to the right, before a loud whack reverberated through the room, followed by another piercing scream.
"Stop!" I yelled out, "don't do this, not to her, beat me all you want, but if you hurt her you get nothing."
It was a long shot, but right now it was all I could think of, I needed to stop her pain. I heard footsteps moving across the room, they eventually faded out and I couldn't sense anyone else in here but me and Ms Swan. We thought she was dead, all this time they had her, she must've been through hell. The darkness from the hood prevented me from seeing for myself, but I had to know that she was ok; all this would be worth nothing if she was badly hurt.
"Ms Swan," I spoke tenderly, needing for her to trust me, "I don't know if you remember me, I'm Master Chief Edward Cullen, we met last week at the hospital, I need to know how you are."
"Edward?" she responded weakly.
"Yes Ms Swan, do you have any injuries, can you tell me how bad?"
"I ugh have some bruising, I ugh guess, Gigantor, the big one, he's beat me a few times over the past few days, I think I have some broken ribs." She responded breathlessly.
"Your breathing sounds laboured Ms Swan, does it hurt to breath in? "
"Bel-Bella, call me Bella," she replied her breaths coming short and sharp.
"Ok Bella, does it hurt to breath?"
"Yes, on the 3rd day, Gigantor he kicked and beat me so much that I've been coughing blood ever since," she wheezed.
"Ok Bella, I need you to relax and breath slowly, don't force it, in 1, 2 out 1, 2, slow and easy, can you do that?"
Shit, I really needed to get out of here, much more of this and she wouldn't make it. I could hear her taking shallow breaths, they sounded raspy and laboured, all I could think was internal bleeding, perhaps one of her lungs was collapsing, and that would explain the breath noises
"You're doing great there Bella, I want you to concentrate on breathing ok, can you do that for me?"
"Yes..." wheeze, "Edward..."wheeze, she responded
We remained silent, I sat and listened to her breathe and she concentrated on doing just that, breathing, one breath at a time, it helped to keep my mind occupied, prevented the blindfold from sending me nuts. I don't know how long we stayed there like that, it could've been minutes, could've been hours, hell it could've been a whole day, what I do know is that for a long time, nobody came back, we had no food, no water, nothing. The darkness was all encompassing, but I fought through the anxiety that was building up in my chest to listen to my surroundings, I could use the noise to focus, concentrate on living, and formulate a plan to get us out of here, or die trying. I could hear a low rumble coming from somewhere above us, a vehicle of sorts, perhaps a helicopter, although if they needed a helicopter to get here, that would make an escape pretty difficult. No don't consider the negative, think positive, think getting out, think living.
Footsteps, I could hear footsteps, shuffling, laboured as if something was being carried, they weren't rushing, but they were getting nearer, I counted the steps, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6... Come on, come here and take this hood off, let me look in your eyes you bastards. The door creaked, ok so it wasn't locked, well as things stand, it's not like either of us were going anywhere fast. Two sets of distinct steps crossed the room, I guessed they were male, the strides were long and heavy, although that red headed bitch was kind of tall and built like a man, no concentrate on these assholes, one was holding back, slowing up, the other had stopped in front of me... fucking hell! Blinding light, I scrunched my eyes swiftly before cracking them open, only to come face to face with the dirty blonde haired guy that was with the red headed bitch. I glared at him in disdain, that mother is going down.
"Good your awake, we have some things to ... discuss." he sneered into my face.
"Hey asshole have you never heard of personal space?" I spat back at him.
He shook his head at me, rage and something else that I couldn't figure out flaring in his eyes. I glared at him, waiting for the inevitable backhander across the face or a kick to the gut, but neither came. He stood and walked away from me, it was only then that I saw Bella. I grimaced at the sight of her.
The atmosphere in the dingy little room was an overpowering mixture of fear, hate and adrenalin. I could see the broken form of Bella slumped across the back of an old wooden dining chair, her hands tied in front and low towards her ankles in a 'stress position' to make even the feeling of sitting down uncomfortable. Her breaths were coming fast and shallow, the fear in her eyes paramount, it was obvious; our captors were going to use her against me in order to get information.
I tried to convey with my eyes what my voice and body language was unable. 'Forgive me, and I promise you this, I will kill every one of them for what they have done.'
He stood behind Bella, I could see his light blue eyes piercing into my own, daring me to deny him. A sneer spread across his face as he raised the thin rubber tubing, and provocatively drew it along the length of Bella's back. She flinched at the feel of it on her already aching and bruised flesh.
"Look at me Bella, look at me" I plead
Her head bobbed over the back of the chair, she was already in obvious pain and this vile cretin was making me hurt her further.
"Bella, LOOK AT ME DAMMIT”
She let out a whimper as her swollen, eyes met my own, I tried not to wince, he would only get off in seeing how much this hurt me and that would do neither of us any good.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, this will hurt me as much as you, don't let him break you, don't let him break us, forgive me sweetheart.”
Bella let out a deep sob and tensed as the rubber tube brushed across the back of her neck once more.
He grinned at me before focusing back on Bella. "Tell me what I want to know and I'll not touch a hair on her pretty little head, it would be such a shame to ruin something as exquisite as this.”
I felt the growl building in my chest as I struggled against my bonds, "Touch her mother fucker and I promise you, I will end you."
He smirked at me, as he continued to stroke the rubber tubing up and down her back, Bella flinched and tensed at the contact, her breaths coming shallow and erratic, the fear in her eyes sending waves of anger burning through my veins.
"You know what you have to do Master Chief, answer the questions and she'll come to no harm. Well nothing that'll leave marks at least."
"I'm sorry sir, I can't tell you that.”
THWACK
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrghh”
"No! You bastard, get off her!”
THWACK
"Care to change your mind?!"
THWACK
"I'm sorry sir, I can't tell you that." Always the same reply, always followed by that terrible sound, always met by the blood curdling scream that will forever haunt me, until my last breath.
After what seemed a lifetime he stopped and angrily left the room.
The room was silent apart from Bella's heaving breaths and occasional sobs.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, if there is one thing I could do, it's get her out, get her away from the hurt, the pain, the terror. That bastard was going to pay if it's the last thing I do.
The podgy little guard smirked at me from the corner of the room; his eyes glinted in the dim light. 'Enjoy it while you can arsehole, you'll get yours’
Bella shifted slightly on the chair, her hands rubbing uncomfortably against her ankles, her wrists chaffed by the rope chord bound tightly around them. She groaned in obvious pain, a sob forcing its way from her chest and choking her on its way out. Blood trickled from a wound somewhere on her and dripped down the leg of the chair and onto the floor.
"Bella," I tried to sound as normal as possible, I didn't want that little shit to think they'd gotten to me.
She tried to raise her head to me, but it dropped back down, she was suffering and it was my entire fault, why do I have to be such a fucking asshole? If I just told them what they wanted then I could just end this, but I knew it wouldn't be that easy, I knew the moment I gave it up, we'd both be dead.
"Bella, don't move I know it hurts, I'm here, I'm here with you and I'm not going anywhere, we're going to get out, we're going to get home and I'm going to take care of everything.”
After a while that sadistic fuck came back in, he'd changed into a clean pair of blue jeans and khaki t-shirt , if you met him on the street now, you'd never know the evil he was capable of. He looked almost normal, for a psychopath.
He crouched in front of me; I could feel his putrid breath waft across my face as he sneered at me.
"Now then, you've had some time to reflect, shall we try again?" he said while pulling a tatty looking sack from his pocket. The guard had followed him over and was standing over Bella. 'Give me a reason fucker’
The sick fucker nodded at him and he unbound her hands and legs, she winced at his touch and the sick bastard laughed before turning her to sit in the chair, but not before I got a good look at what that bastard had done to her back. She was covered in long angry welts from where he had beaten her with the rubber hose; I'm going to make him regret that.
Once she was situated, he bound her arms behind the chair and tied her ankles to the chair legs, before putting the sack over her head. Sadistic mother fucker!
"Let her go you sick fuck!" I spat at him
"tut tut, that's not the game" he taunted me, that sick fuck was enjoying this too much.
He knew what buttons to push, he knew that the only way he was going to break me, was to break her, that fucker is going to die.
The guard left the room briefly, before returning with a large bucket of water.
Arsehole smirked at me, I struggled against the bonds holding me to the chair, if I could get them lose, then I could get her out, get her safe, as long as she was safe that's all that mattered to me.
"Patience, you'll get your turn, but we're going to play with princess first, if you co-operate, she'll feel no more pain.”
Bastard!
I struggled and wrenched my body harder, shaking the chair, mother fucker laughed, before standing and walking over to Bella.
He bent to her sack covered ear and whispered something to her, she let out a heart breaking scream, and her whole body shook.
"Bastard, leave her the fuck alone, she doesn't know anything!”
He sneered at me, his steely blue eyes bit into my flesh, turning my blood cold and setting my mind on fire. He stood from Bella and strode to me, kicking the chair before grabbing my hair and yanking my head roughly so that I could see Bella clearly.
"You're going to talk, you may not want to, but you will, because I'm going to hurt little princess until you scream your secrets, and then when you're done I'm going to blow her fucking head off and leave you tied up next to her body, so the sooner you get over yourself pretty boy, the less of a mess I make of little princess.”
Bella's body was shaking; the guard tugged her hair forcing her head back over the top of the chair, elongating her neck. Mother fucker could see right down her shirt, well what's left of it, I could feel the bile rising in my throat.
"We'll start easy pretty boy... Name”
"Cullen, Edward," I replied mindlessly.
"And why are you here Edward?”
"I'm sorry Sir, I can't answer that." Fuck!
“Tut tut, you were doing so well, must I remind you the consequences of not answering me?”
"Cullen, Edward, Master Chief,”
"Yes yes, we know the drill Edward, but what are you doing here?" he continued, his eyes blazing with fire and eager for information.
"I'm sorry sir, I can't answer that,”
"Well Master Chief, we appear to be at an impasse, perhaps a little persuasion..." he smirked
This does not bode well, sadistic sack of shit. He stood suddenly and walked to the bucket of water, before nodding at the guard to lift it. Mother fucker!
"Last chance Master Chief.”
"I'm sorry sir, I can't answer that," I responded.
"Shame." He muttered, before nodding to the guard and holding onto Bella's shoulders to hold her down.
The guard lifted the Bucket over Bella's head, her neck stretched across the back off the chair, and her head pulled all the way back. He began to tip the water into her mouth through the cloth, she choked, coughing and spluttering through the sodden sackcloth, the water filling her mouth and spilling out as she writhed in the fuckers grasp.
Water boarding, even during SERE training, I never could stomach that, fucks with your body and your mind. Sick fucker!
"You're killing her you sick fuck!" I yelled
Bella was fighting for breathe, her chest was rising and falling at an alarming rate, her body writhing against the torturous restraint, coughing and spluttering, wheezing gasps billowing from under the now sodden sackcloth.
"Tell me what I need to know and I'll end it quickly." The fucker sneered at me.
"I'm sorry sir, I can't answer that," but I will rip your head off and shit down your neck!
He looked back at the guard, who for some reason had stopped pouring during our exchange, he gestured for him to continue. Bella writhed as the water hit her, soaking her shirt and causing her body to convulse. Son of a bitch, she's going to drown. Fuck face saw it too and knocked the bucket from the guards hands before kicking Bella's chair over, she hit the ground forcefully, a loud 'oooof' sound coming from her as her body connected with the solid floor, the sack cloth falling from her head. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the convulsions shook her whole body, before she went limp. From where I lay I couldn't tell if she was breathing or not.
Fucker laughed and stalked over to me, "well seems like little princess has had enough for today, think about what you're going to say when I come back, this isn't over by a long shot." He promptly turned and left the room, closely followed by that little shit fucker of a guard. Shitting hell, Bella please be ok.
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