Warning: This is highly rated M for sadism, torture, rape and adult content.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight but I definitely am twisted.

Pained

Chapter One: The Beginning of Agony

Staring blankly in a distance, she barely heard the shouts of people around her as they scrutinized the girl in front of her. Isabella Swan knew what she was getting into the moment the sinister figure knocked her out and whisked her away – she was destined to be a slave from now on.

Perhaps it was the look of hopelessness that was casted on her face when he saw her that made him know that she was nothing in this world: absolutely nothing. The brunette wouldn't exactly say that wasn't true; she would bet her entire life that her parents noticed her disappearance. They were trapped in their own world, only focusing on each other and nothing else.

Sure she was 'cared' for but truly, she wouldn't call it a home. It was more of a shell to her – she was the shadow as her parents' love for each other shown too bright that she could barely seen – she could be a furniture in the house.

Snapping back to reality as something poked her spine, she moved forward to face the crowd. The chains dragged onto the floor as she took a stepped up; the wood creaked under her every step as if it was to give way any moment. She would have appreciated that greatly – her mind was already dead.

She surely wasn't much to look at: hazel brown eyes that looked dull from her lack of emotion, fair skin that she inherited from her mother, mahogany hair that fell limply past her shoulders that was a huge mess from negligence. She didn't seem to comprehend why she seemed like an interesting specimen to the buyers but she surely was the healthiest as she was one who defied the least and arrived the latest.

As the sharp stick started to poke through the little fabric that she managed to clothe her body with, she felt violated as her body got more and more exposed. She didn't voice it out – she wouldn't risk getting flogged and hanged in a cupboard for five days.

As her bid shot up higher, she could only pray for two things. One, her owner wouldn't be too harsh on her or two; he would be merciless and kill her off immediately. But who was she kidding? Option one would only happen if she was freed from this misery this instant.

She only raised her eyes to meet her owner's, the jet black ones that she suddenly grew to hate. In fact, she loathed the world for bringing to this slave market – she would never want to be something lower than a human. Rolls of money were exchanged before her owner dragged her to the place where she was currently dreading but she had matters on her own hands now.

Her feet was being dragged through an entire field of glass – it pricked her feet as it started to bleed, wincing as more glass pierced into the same spot, staining the soil red. The metal cuffs bit through her wrists – she tried to shake it off as it dug in deeper.

The world was so cruel.

She looked at the glowing embers from the fire place that was lit by burning coal, slightly mesmerized by the glowing flames. Her subconsciousness was screaming at her to run before it was too late but her limbs refused to reply. Soon, the chains were hanged on that constrained her from moving too much, suspending her in mid-air as she came face-to-face with the brick wall.

She gasped in horror as her owner stuck his symbol to the metal rod before letting the fire heat it up before it was placed onto her skin where it would be there forever. She couldn't rub it off, it would scar her. She would love to stab it but would she be able to withstand so much pain?

She could feel the heat emitting from the heated symbol, her mark looming closer than it would like it to. Giving a yelp of pain as the burning sensation hit her skin, her teeth bit through her fragile lips as she tried to hold back the tears that welled up in her eyes.

Her owner smirked in delight as he knew that she was sensitive to such things, thinking of plenty lot of ways to begin torturing her as if she was in the depths of hell.

She allowed her mind go blank as her owner's lips trailed down her body, she was glad for once that she didn't have breasts worth complimenting. She could feel his distant lusty stare at her face as he continued to grope her.

Feeling a shot of pain shoot through her as she let out a scream, her owner laughed darkly as he continued to trail the flame across her smooth skin, sometimes pressing in down a little to pocket a mark on her. "I asked you a question." He glared, flicking off the flame as he pressed the mark that was burnt on her skin, making her cringe slightly.

"Yes master?" She said with feigned sweetness, disgusted with herself.

"Say, why have you been so unresponsive?" He murmured, his finger tracing down her collarbone and to her abdomen, his fingers constantly roaming her body.

"I've been too absorbed in the pleasure that you have given me," She smiled.

"Good." He cackled before slapping her face and burying his erection into her pussy, pounding into her as she continued to let out muffled screams of pain, wondering why virginity had to toy with her sometimes. Her master clearly loved the sight of blood and she knew that she in for a lot more.

The set of torture weapons scared the living daylights out of her – yet she knew it was mean for such a thing as he wanted to make sure he was feared by all, one defiance was enough for him to test the deadly looking spiked chain on you.

She continued to pant breathlessly as his fingers continued to swirl around her sex, wishing that she wouldn't be so responsive. He had fed her something that made her throat burn, making it feel raw and her voice was rather hoarse.

To make things worse, she hated the fact that he was taking away a lot of her firsts and he purposely made her deep throat his dick which made her throat expand when it was at its limit – making the pain worse as he repeated the action, loving the fact she was writhing in agony.

Trying to speak made it hurt and the master made sure that she screamed which earned her retching out some of her blood. She was a sticky mess – her body was covered in her own blood and she was slick with sweat; her master's semen all over her.

It was only day one and she hated it already. Her life really sucked.

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