A/N: This is a very racy, intimate storyline. It includes dark themes and scenes that aren't meant for a young audience. Please read with caution.
It's been nearly four days.
My cool fingers trace knowingly along the smooth surface of the rock beneath my grasp, I can smell her crimson pumping through her veins and her heartbeat is pounding against my ear drums. Isabella Swan is shackled to the wall opposite of me and she is terrified. I love her innocence, how her emotions are displayed so easily over her delicate features. I'm no Edward Cullen, but it's almost as if I can read her mind. Thinking of my so-called "adoptive" brother has the pads of my digits gripping the rock until it crumbles onto the solid concrete floor. I'm known in the immortal world for my strength, and it's proven yet again as most of the granite is now like sand in texture covering my combat boot. As I near the human I can see the terror welling in her saucer like eyes. So round, a gorgeous brown. What does she see in Edward that I don't have? What could it be that leaves her so breathless, on her toes? As if she'd do anything he'd ever ask of her and more. Rosalie has never done this for me.
Though, really, can I blame her?
That thorn bush has never really cared for me, and I'm fine with this. We're two strangers forced into a relationship by immortality. The girl I want is directly before me. And soon - she'll understand, she wants to be with me too.
Now I'm kneeling before the lamb and my hand shoots out to caress her jaw within my monstrous hand, it's so large compared to her. I mentally note that I must be extra gentle with this one, she's far too fragile to get rough with. At least right away. As I press my thumb along the tape that is covering her plump lips, I tilt my head with curiosity as I gaze longingly towards her. "Dearest Bella, I would love more than anything to dispose of this...barrier...but you must promise to stay quiet." I continue to stroke the tape, contemplating on ripping it. I wonder if she has a high pain tolerance. Though I know by the time I'm through with her she'll be able to withstand nearly anything.
Tears roll down her cheeks, staining the pale flesh as it's obvious she's been crying for hours prior to this moment. "Shhh, don't cry. You're safe with me." I lie.
With a caring pull the tape is now at the corner of her mouth, I rip it now which causes her to grunt in pain. Her chained hands instantly move up to cover her lips in pain before she begins to shout. This is comic relief to a guy like me. In Forks the weather is always inclement, rain frequents the forecast. So the pounding of the raindrops combined with the desolate location of my underground shed leave no one to run to her aide. I keep this from my thoughts when around Edward, and I never settle on what my plans are to do with the young Swan - my plan is fool proof. Not Alice nor Ed will soil this for me. They took death away from me and made me into this monster I've become.
"I will tell you this once, my Bella. You will be quiet, or I will silence you myself."
She instantly mutes and a pleased grin splices my features in half. As a reward my lips graze her jaw, kissing silently before I pull away. "I have some clothes laid out for you on the dresser, put them on and I'll return soon." Unhooking her from the chains that bind her I stalk away, using my key to lock the door behind me as I take a rest on the couch. I've designed a rather luxurious "man cave," and it's concealed with perfection. I hear the shifting in the room which is music to my ears, I know she's changing. I imagine her slender frame weaving into the tight clothing. It was chosen to expose the curves Bella most likely wasn't aware she had. A pair of black jeans that were a size too small, skinny as she had the perfect legs for the style and a black tank to match that hugged her under developed breasts. She wouldn't need any undergarments, they would only be more clothing for me to remove later.
I don't bother to knock as I enter the room, she needs to learn that she is at my will and I don't owe her explanations or reasoning. Though that is what she is begging from me. "Emmett, why are you doing this? I don't understand...what about Rosalie?" I growl, I don't like to be questioned. "Isabella, you will address me formally from now on. You need to earn the right to say my name." Instantly I'm on her, shoving her fragile frame against the wall as she's eye level due to my hands holding her up by the hips. "Speak to me using Sir, or Mr. Cullen. And...as for Rose, forget about her. Forget about everything, you are to do as I say from this point on."
I'm thrilled as she nods in approval, it's hesitant but I feel she's slowly beginning to understand that there is no way out of this for her except to obey. She's my own personal puppet, and oh - how I'll work those strings.
"Yes what..?"
"Yes, Sir." She whispers.