Twisted {Jacob Black}

Torture

Alorec's incessant humming started to really annoy me, to put it lightly. If you were stuck in a cold, damp room in almost complete silence and then one person starts to hum for hours on end, you'd understand me. And it was always the same tune. The irritating part wasn't the continuous song, it was the fact that I KNEW the song, only I couldn't put my finger on what it was. After what could have been days of waking up to the same tune leaving his lips every time I fell asleep, I finally snapped. "Okay, what the hell is that?" I demanded, throwing my hands up and instantly regretting it. I felt the pain shoot through my hand as soon I'd moved it, from the crushed fingers he'd generously given me when I'd gotten too confident before.

The humming stopped abruptly, and he turned to look at him, almost amused. God, I hated him. "I was wondering when you'd figure it out, my dear." Alorec chuckled, and the sound of it was revolting. I'd never met two more disgusting creatures in my life before him and his brother.

"I haven't figured it out. What is it?" I repeated, still shuffled into my cold corner with my arms wrapped around myself for warmth. Damien and Alorec both spoke so cryptically, and I was sick of playing a game. Why play with your food, hmm?

"If I told you that, it would take away all my fun. Besides, that's what we're waiting for your Jacob to figure out."

I frowned at that, confused. "What does Jacob have to do with anything?" I huffed, angry at just the sound of my Jacob's name leaving his lips. My heart ached for Jacob, so badly I felt like I would pass out. And yet we'd argued, and he hated me, and I wasn't sure if he'd bother to try and find me.

"All of your questions will be answered in good time, dear human. So many questions, and the answers will have to wait." He clapped his hands together.

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That night they left me alone for the first time since I'd been there. When I say alone, one of them was probably outside of the door, so I didn't even consider trying to leave, since it would only end in more broken bones. I didn't need more of those.

I hadn't noticed before, how truly disturbing the cellar was. It was like something out of a horror movie. The air was cold, and damp, and the floor beneath me was uncomfortably hard. I shivered unvoluntarily as my eyes fell upon the stains of my own blood on the floor, and a tear ran down my face. I wanted home. I wanted Belle's hugs, her cooking. I wanted Jason's awful jokes and the sound of his guitar playing just down the hall from my bedroom. I wanted my own bed, the soft sheets and warm air. Most of all, I wanted Jacob. Whether he hated me or not, I needed to see his face. That alone would bring me so much relief.

The same sweet tune that Alorec had been humming earlier came into my mind, and I hummed the tune out loud as tears ran down my cheeks, blinking them away as much as I could. I still didn't know what it was, and it frustrated me. I needed to know what was going on, needed to understand what they were planning. Maybe if I knew how they were going to kill me, I could brace myself for it.

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A slightly uneventful chapter, but I promise it's all worth it. Stick with me, and I promise it'll get better. Please please please comment, I'm interested to see what you think will happen. :)

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