AN: I decided that bold would look better than italics for the author's note.

Sorry I couldn't update earlier; I was super busy... But now I have the time to write this story! Ah! I'm super excited.

Okay, first of all, I would like to thank everyone who took the time to review my story.

Because of you, my fellow reviewers, I am updating this. Second of all, I would like to thank everyone who favorited my story or put me on author alert. It just makes me so happy to know that people enjoy my story!

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Mel

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters. They belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just own the books and the movies. Like everyone that's not Stephenie Meyer

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Chapter Two: Just Breathe

I cried silent sobs as Madame Humphrey reached the top of the stairs.

I screamed silent screams as we reached the double doors to Prince Edward's room.

I prayed silent prayers as the door opened.

I felt nothing as my dress was untied and dropped to the floor, leaving me cold and shivering.

I couldn't feel anything anymore.

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The room was cold. And dark. And silent. So, very silent. I stood in the room, shivering, as my dress was forcefully torn from my body and taken away from me. I didn't even fight against the warm hands that swiftly untied my dress and took it out the room, silently clicking the door closed.

After the stranger left with my dress, I stood in Prince Edward's room with only my shoes on. I felt naked. So completely naked. And alone, I felt so alone.

I sat down on the cold, wooden floor and curled my body into the tightest possible ball, pulling my knees to my chest. I placed my head in between my head and let the silent sobs out. I cried so hard, I was afraid I was going to run out of tears. I cried about my parents and how they had to leave me so early in my life. I cried about Rosalie and how she too had to leave me. I cried about being alone and scared, I cried about being angry and hopeless. There was no reason for me to live anymore. I was either going to die from depression or from sexual abuse. There is no point to life. I cried about why I was cursed into this grim life and how there was no way out of it. I cried about how Rosalie was probably dead from abuse and how I'll never have any companions again.

When I felt like my body was wrung dry, my tears stopped and my mouth was dry and tasteless. I uncurled myself from my tight ball and stretched my legs and kicked off the silly shoes I was still wearing. I shoved them away from my with my feet in disgust. A real lady would not have done that. Madame Humphrey would be angry at me for treating my possessions like that. Yet I am sitting in a complete strangers room, naked, and ready to be his pleasure toy. Does that make me a lady? Or a worthless piece of trash that's going to get pushed and used around like nobody's business. I could feel a sob build in my chest, but I stopped it. I could cry for the rest of my life and nothing would change. I probably already wasted half of it sitting on the cold floor of this hell and crying my life away. I don't even know what time it is. The heavy curtains were pulled tightly over the window, preventing any light from leaking through. I breathed in a deep breath and stood up. My legs shook in protest and my back groaned in pain as I straightened it. But I didn't care. I felt as though my tears carried every single emotion in my body down my cheeks and pooled them on the floor. My brain felt light and airy. My heart felt like a cold rock. I couldn't comprehend anything, I could only smell, feel and breathe.

With my wary eyes, I looked around the room. There was so where to escape except out the door or out the window. I didn't know which floor this room was on, so the window was not an option. I began walking around the room slowly and cautiously, the only lit candle in the room failed to light anything two feet away from it. I could make out a large bed in the center of the room. The sheets were a dark color and they shone where the light reflected off them. It was probably silk. I grimaced. Cotton sheets were just as good as silk ones. I circled the bed and sat down on it. It was soft and gave easily under the weight of my weak body. I was hungry and thirsty and so tired. Maybe if I just took a short nap, no one would bother me.

I laid down gently on the cold pillow and looked at the ceiling above me. It was blank, like my expression.

I stared at the ceiling for the longest time, until I couldn't tell the difference between the dark ceiling and the back of my eyelids.

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"It's time to get up." A loud female voice boomed in my ear.

My eyes shot open and I sat up, immediately wincing at my sore back. I groaned and rubbed my shoulders. Where am I? I looked down at the sheets, they were a dark navy silk. Suddenly, last night's memories washed over me like a cold icy chill. Tears formed in my eyes and I quickly blinked them away when I remembered I wasn't the only one in the room. No one was allowed to see me cry.

"Hurry up! The Prince would like to see you." A pair of soft hands grabbed my wrists and dragged me off the bed. I felt the sheet slid easily under me naked backside. The hands yanked me straight into a standing position, placing my arms over my head. Then, a soft cotton dress was pulled onto me. The hands swiftly tightened the dress and pulled it into place.

Then, the hands yanked my unruly dark hair into a tight bun. She swiftly held it in place with a clip and pulled away from me. Suddenly, a pair of slippers appeared at my feet and I slipped into them easily. They fit my feet like they were mine.

"Go downstairs. Make a right and turn into the dining hall. He is waiting for you at the table. When you see him curtsey," The lady turned me to face her as she demonstrated what I was supposed to do. "Then you must stay silent until spoken to." The woman gave me a gently shove towards the door. I mumbled a thank you and walked out the door.

The grand staircase was breathtaking. It was covered in a dark, cherry wood with intricate swirls carved into in. The railings were also a matching dark wood that curved with the staircase to the bottom floor. A magnificent crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling. I walked down the stairs quietly and turned right. I continued walking down a long hallway past many closed doors until I came up to a room with no door. I assumed it was the dining hall and walked swiftly inside.

There was a long, dark table surrounded by eighteen chairs. It was empty except a man, around the age of twenty, was seated at the head of the table. He had amazing bronze hair and emerald green eyes. His facial expression was serious and cold. His full red lips were pulled into a thin line. He was suited in a light grey suit the hugged his strong and lithe form. I walked towards his silently and stood at his side. He didn't turn to look at me, he kept looking forward.

We stayed there in an awkward silence for a few moments. Then he turned to look at me. I curtsied immediately, forgetting that I was supposed to do it right away. The man gave me a small nod and looked into my eyes, his green gaze searing my brown one. An emotion played in his eyes, but I couldn't read it. It was dark and mysterious.

"You must be Isabella," he said in a deep, smooth voice.

I nodded once.

"Sit down." He motioned for me to sit at the chair on his left. I walked behind where he was seated and softly sat into the seat next to him. I kept my posture straight and my face blank.

The man sighed. "Did you find my bed comfortable?"

My only response was to blush furiously and nod.

"Let me tell you a little about the owner of the bed, which is me. I am Prince Edward. Son of King Carlisle and Queen Esme. I have two brothers, Prince Jasper and Prince Emmett, who are both older than me. They also both have had multiple personal maidens before. You are my first one. Make my first time a good one."

I nodded again and stared at the table below me.

"There are a set of rules that you must obey in order to continue your loyalty to me," the Prince continued. "One, you must sleep in my bed every night, regardless if I am there or not. Two, you will get up every morning at four. You will dress and prepare for whatever I want you to do. Three, you must not work. You will not visit the kitchen or the maids' quarters. You will stay in my room unless I want you somewhere else. Four, you will accompany me to occasions that I wish for you to accompany me on. I will provide you with the proper clothing and such. And lastly, you will please me and only me. Are we clear?"

His voice was powerful and confident. I nodded once.

"Look at me Isabella. I do not like to be the only one talking."

I obeyed and gazed fearfully at him. His face was softer that when I first walked in, but it was still hard. His lips were more relaxed now that he got everything off his chest.

"Say something," he commanded.

I paused for a moment. My breathing stopped. I gathered all my strength and spoke for the first time since my crying breakdown.

"I will please you and only you, my Prince. You are my master. I am your slave."

Prince Edward looked at me with approving eyes. "Good." He got up swiftly and walked out of the dining hall.

The truth of my words hit me suddenly. I felt like the air was knocked out of me and I had forgotten how to breathe.