But the golden eyes I met when the van did stop, made my blood freeze. They weren't kind…possibly deep down there was something that would touch these eyes. But I was unable to move as I cringed further into the small space. Merely catching a glimpse of what was to become my future.

Chapter 2- Like Father Like Son

I was extracted from my safe haven of the dog kennel, and tossed into a bathroom of sorts. The woman that was sent in to look after me was name Renee from what I caught of the conversation (if you could call it that). She scrubbed me down in the tub checking me for lice and such, as she whispered something about how, Marcus wasn't a very trustworthy caretaker.

After I was clean and draped in a towel and followed behind Charlie again as he beckoned for me to follow… the room that I was taken to was elaborate beyond all belief. The golden walls beckoned and called my name, the wrought iron bed and the plush rugs; the large closet was full of men's clothing as well as a section for me. After I changed into a red tank top and a pair of dark stressed skinny jeans, I padded after Charlie again.

The next room we were in was all white and the man with the hard golden eyes was there as well. As Charlie entered he bowed and smiled, "Mr. Masen. Would you like me to go and get Edward's things out of the car? He arrived while you were preparing the tools."

"Yes, please." The monster stated. "You slave, come. And give me your arm."

I hesitated, which I guess isn't tolerated well as the next words were menacing. "It looks as if you need touched up on your training. Did Marcus not put you through a few sessions?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" I slapped a hand over my mouth –the first words I'd uttered in weeks, and the rasping sounds were harsh. He didn't take kindly to it either hitting me squarely across the face.

"You're not to speak, are we clear?"

After a second of recovery I handed him my arm, and he gave me a 'I'll eat you're heart out' grin. A tattoo gun sat deftly in his palm as he quickly inked a pattern into my wrist. He injected something else entirely into my left shoulder.

"It's a tracking device… it can find you anywhere on the planet. Don't even think about running away, or else I suppose that the consequences will bring themselves forward."

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The memory still haunts me. I met my own Master Edward roughly five minutes after that. He was home off of his school break for a few days, and I was his gift. He wasn't gentle for a master either. If I was out of line, the brusies and welts on my body showed the numerous amounts of time that I'd forgotten my place.

We'd moved to the small apartment in Washington, and he was very strict with me. I was more of a pet than a slave, I wasn't allowed to cook, all I was really able to do was clean. And that was pointless because I was cleaning up after me, and he'd do that during the night when I slept and he was left with nothing to do.

He hated me. Even what you could say was loathed seeing me. He never let me outside, whenever he was away I was locked into the bedroom. The windows were nailed shut, and I wasn't ever allowed near them. If I was I was garuenteed a beating. His moods were black.

The only time I saw him smile, is when his adoptive family came over. The Cullens. You see this master of mine it appeared was adopted into the Cullen clan, not long after he started attending school down here. And he soon found out he liked their lifestyle more than his own parents. Enough to take on their name.

Tonight was different than the other nights though and I was worried. He came home pulling at his hair, and when he turned the knob and released the lock he locked his gaze with mine. "I need you to cook something fancy tonight. I'm not sure what you'll need to make. When we're in public you will stay within my sight, and if you so much as step too far away, I will make sure that you will never walk again."

I nodded, letting him know I understood, he caressed the leather collar, and I flinched from his touch, he'd only ever hit me, why would that change now. I looked towards the door expectantly, before he barked for me to put on shoes.

The one thing about the trip that I wasn't expecting is how nervous people made me again. It'd been a year and half since I'd be around any one but Edward and his company. I was not straying from him, I think that had I been able to press myself any further into his side without him becoming angry I would have… I never wanted to come out in public again.

Alright, you know what to do… and it's still shorter than I'd like to have for an update…but where I'm moving and not sure when I'll have internet this next month, I wanted one more update in case it takes me awhile.