CHASE

I watched her sleeping form come to life as her eyes fluttered open and shut. She was moaning something that I couldn't quite make out. Her long brown hair was scattered all over the pillow and her petite little body was covered in a blanket. I'd tied her hands and legs to the bedposts when she was passed out. It took everything I had in me not to touch her the way I wanted to. Not to do the things I was accused of doing to her years ago. I wanted a taste.. just a taste.

I finally had her at my mercy, after years of searching for her, she came right to me. She ran right into my trap. Oh Bella, what a stupid little girl you are.

She's all yours now.

Mine.

Yours.

And I was going to make sure I got back every ounce of my revenge. She made a huge mistake by stepping foot into Whitley. I had so much planned for her and this was just the beginning.

'Mmm' she groaned, twisting her head from side to side, I walked closer to the side of the bed, running my fingers across her face. She leaned into my touch then her head dropped again, her eyelids lifting up slowly. I watched her, waiting. Waiting for her to come to her senses, waiting to see that fear in her eyes once she realised where she was and who she was with. Me.

Another groan, another blink of her eyes and she was alive. She was conscious, her gaze fell onto me, for a second she hadn't realised where she was and then she suddenly jumped up, her bound arms pulling her back down. 'No, no.' She chanted, almost looking crazed at the fact she was tied down. She yanked her arms, trying to pull free but I could see the pain she felt as the ropes dug into her wrists.

'Yes, yes.' I mocked her, catching her attention, her eyes traced over my face, she seemed shocked, like she was trying to make sense of what was happening. I'd drugged her up good, she should've been even more foggy but she was fighting it. I was quite impressed by her strength. It's a shame she would lose all of it by the time I was done with her.

'Why.. are you doing this?' I could see that her words were still a little sluggish, her mouth dry, she licked over her lips, trying to moisten up the desert that was spreading across her mouth.

'You really don't know do you?' I leaned down, holding her throat captive beneath my fingers.

'Guess you'll have to find out, Bella.' Putting a little pressure onto her throat, I watched her uncomfortable form try to move away from my grip.

'Chase, you're not ok, this isn't you.' She coughed out, still trying, still pushing her luck. She never gave up did she? Oh but she did. She gave up when shit got real. She gave up when I really needed her.

'Then who is? That guy you met at Whitley? That's not me Bella. This is me.' I let go of her throat and pulled away the blanket from her body, exposing her little form, the sight of her in just her underwear made my insides rage. I was getting hard by just looking at her. I couldn't wait till I explored every inch of her skin.

She looked down, her panic evident as she saw her almost nude body laying there helpless.

'Fragile little thing.' I traced my fingertip down her chest. 'You know, I much prefer you like this.' Her heart was beating out loud, I could feel it throbbing against my fingertip. 'I told you, your pulse belongs to me, this heartbeat.. I could end it right now.' She closed her eyes, clearly trying to wake herself up from the nightmare she thinks she's having, little does she know, this is as real as it gets.

'They'll be looking for me.. and you.' She whispered through shaky breaths. I wanted to laugh, to mock her for her stupidity. She really believed someone would swoop in and save her? That doesn't happen in the real world. In the real world, you're on your own. No one was going to find this place, this was the home I'd spent many years plotting my revenge. The home no one ever found me at.

Don't let them take her away from you again.

She's mine.

Make her feel pain.

I looked up at her, she was one hell of a sight. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was innocent. But I knew better, I knew she was just the same as the rest of them. She was like everybody else.

'Get off me!' She raised her voice at me while I slid my fingertips down her stomach and towards her panties. A part of me was intrigued at the fact she even had the guts to raise her voice at me in a situation like this but another part of me was annoyed that she'd gave herself the right to yell.

'Yell again and I'm going to rip your vocal cords out of your throat.' I pulled the waistband of her panties up and then let go of it, making it smack against her skin. She flinched at the impact and at my threat. I could see the tears forming in her eyes as my hand cupped her in between her thighs. She felt hot against the palm of my hand, her temperature alone made me want to rip her apart.

'Please stop.' Her eyes were closed shut again, she really didn't want to believe this was me huh. I sighed and moved away from her, grabbing a bottle of water, I went back over to her. Cupping the back of her head and lifting her head up, I placed the bottle against her mouth. She watched me carefully as she drank down her thirst.

'These ropes are hurting my wrists and ankles.' She whispered as I set the bottle down on the floor. 'That's the least of your worries.' I wrapped my hand over her mouth and nose, stopping her from taking in any oxygen.

'Worry about breathing, Bella.' I could never get enough of the terror in her eyes as she stared at me. I wanted to watch her writhe in fear, I wanted to watch her feel the pain I felt when she betrayed me. I want her to pay for what she did. I had killed for her and soon I was going to kill her.