upset | edward cullen

fourteen

Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it

HARUKI MURAKAMI

tw // pedophilia, kidnapping, assault, mentions of sex trafficking

EDWARD'S POV

it's no use, she'll be drugged and sold off to the next rich pedo

She put up a fight earlier but she's weaker now it would so easy to have my fun

Tasting their blood, hearing their screams, and feeling their bones crack under my palms would be adequate but I could smell her blood and once I started it would be hard to resist her. Her existence made me want to be better. I was waiting for a chance to break into the little hut, Alice was nowhere in sight but it wouldn't be difficult to rescue Amelia by myself.

AMELIA'S POV

I still couldn't see a thing and if not for the adrenaline rushing through my veins I would've been crying. We had driven so far away from Alice, from safety that I had given up. That didn't stop me thrashing and hitting one of the two men who had kidnapped me. My hands and legs were now tied and I was sat on a wooden floor, nothing near my hands to cut myself free. I had to think, but I couldn't focus as panic was setting in more and more. The situation was bleak. I couldn't give up no I had just gotten freedom and happiness this year. I deserved more. Why me? My spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a wandering hand touching my thigh then sliding to crotch, I used all the strength in my core to curl in on the hand and bite it hard, I tasted the penny flavored blood in my mouth and was met with a slap to my face and curses, I spit the blood out on what I could only hope was the floor next to me.

"Now you're gonna get it, dumb fucking bitch did you think you would get away with that?" Fuck, all my courage left my body as I was hoisted off the floor and thrown onto what I assumed was a table. I felt a cold sharp object against my cheek and breath wafting into my face, a knife, I was going to get cut and badly. If only I could see I would have a chance to get the knife and cut myself out.

"Not the face asshole, that's gonna lose us money." This entire time they had been elusive about why I was kidnapped and then it clicked, I was getting trafficked.

"What do you mean lose you money?" I felt like I needed to buy time, God knows for what, maybe last minute confessions or prayers.

"You have to look nice and pretty for the rich pedos and creeps." Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I'm 18 though." A lie, I still had a couple months and they could easily see that if they checked my wallet. The seconds of silence and lack of cutting my skin indicated they believed it.

"You look younger and they'll believe what we tell them," The one further away, not holding the knife, said this. The knife moved away from my face now to my shoulder then my arm. In one swift motion my wrist was cut, not fatally but still hot sharp pain shot up my arm and I cried out in pain. I pulled my legs up hoping I kneed the man still uncomfortably close to me and I was successful as he groaned and moved away.

"That's it, we're drugging her now." I screamed then, screamed all the profanities I knew until my throat was raw and my body refused to thrash against his hold. I felt my bones aching and screaming, like me, for an end to the suffering. After all that struggle I was injected in the neck, it hurt but not as much as my arm.

"How much longer before the drugs set in?" The man still groaning said. The other must have mouthed the answer because I couldn't hear, clearly he was the smart one of the pair. I crumpled to the floor, my arms still bound behind my back and in the silence I could hear my blood dripping onto the floor. I almost wished the cut had been fatal at least then I wouldn't have to endure what was coming next.