Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I don't own any of the Twilight characters mentioned in this story. But, I sure as hell own this plot.

Chapter 2: Door Prizes

Last night, she had been locked in this room for hours as part of punishment. Unsurprisingly, she still spent most of her time thinking of a way out. So she stayed under her bedcovers for what seemed like forever when she heard someone come in the room. She had her back to whoever it have been and forced her eyes closed.

Somehow she knew it was Edward and could feel his eyes on her for several minutes before she heard the footsteps again and the door close.

Now that it was a new day, Bella feared Edward would be less lenient with her than he had been just yesterday. The spanking was still fresh in her mind and physically she was a little sore. But all these hours spent trying to stay in bed was near unbearable when her bladder was threatening her. She sat up and glanced around the room quickly and bolted for the bathroom.

Edward watched her through the camera as she scurried off to the restroom. She was awake and ready to spend the day with him. It was hard for him to find sleep when all his thoughts were consumed of her. He made up his mind that he would have to wed her sooner than he intended. All he needed was the blessing from the reverend and he could consummate his marriage, and begin a happily fulfilled life with his beauty.

He smirked to himself and strolled down the hallway. Each day he watched her hopeless efforts to escape but, he let her do so in order for her to realize that she wasn't going anywhere. Knowing the woman he loved slept in the same house as him brought him joy. Would all his mornings feel this invigorating now?

He stepped in her room and heard the toilet flush. When the sink water started to run he sat on the edge of her bed patiently waiting for her. And when she did step out he couldn't hide his smile. Bella froze the moment she laid eyes on him. It was obvious that this man liked her… a lot, and after the grind and spank last night she figured out that at some point he was going to get into her panties whether she wanted it or not.

"Come sit down, honey. I want to talk to you." Edward patted the bed sheet lightly.

Bella hesitated for a moment when seeing the open bedroom door. She thought better of her plan to run and sat as far as she could from him. He narrowed his eyes at their distance, taking her arm firmly and forcing her to move closer to him to lessen the pressure of his grip. Edward threw his arm around her and kissed her forehead lightly.

"Yesterday you weren't acting like the good girl I know." He says in a disappointed voice. "You defied me. You raised your voice to me. Do you know what the worst part was, baby girl?"

She blinked emotionlessly not wanting to hear anymore.

"You cursed. A lady should never speak the way you spoke to me. Do you understand?" He turned her face to look her in the eyes. "Curse again and I won't be so merciful the next time I have to punish you."

So cursing was his pet peeve. I'm fucked. Bella thought.

Her expression clearly showed fear and Edward was pleased to see he was getting through to her. Bella was unsure how to respond. She was frightened at just the mere sight of him and if that wasn't enough he was threatening more abuse. She hadn't even realized she was crying until he lightly brushed his thumb over her cheek.

A long silence fell over them which made Bella nervous. Her voice was lost in her mind. Edward was clearly a psycho path and she was not his first abduction. Bree was brainwashed and didn't seem to even attempt to disobey nor have the desire to escape Edward. Bella feared she would be just like her. Was there someone before Bree? Where were they now?

"My family was very excited to meet you last night but, your behavior has delayed that." His negative thoughts were bringing out the bitter side of him. He took a heavy breath and he glared down at his future wife. "Hopefully, you will be ready next time. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes." She responded quickly.

"I know you will. Your bad habits just need to be dealt with." He agreed.

His hand suddenly landed on her thigh. She jolted but, did not shove his hands off of her like her instincts told her to. He rubbed her skin for just a few moments before standing abruptly and stomping out of the room. Bella took gasping breaths that she had been holding and tried her best to get her mind together. She was trembling at the thought that she would have to succumb in order for him to let his guard down around her. Just hours ago she thought she could if she needed to but, just moments ago she would have broken her resolve. Her time was running short.

Edward had just reached the bottom of the staircase. He had almost given into his morals and gave Isabella his seeds. The image of her eyes staring up at him when he touched her was too much for him to stay in the same space as her. She made no move to push away his advances, so he had to be the strong one. He had to teach her that patience is a virtue.

He took a few moments to gather his thoughts and then called Brianna to deal with his maddening erection. He would have to be careful around Isabella. She had a strong alluring power over him.

She only had to use her eyes. Edward said to himself thinking of the image of her big innocent brown eyes, cute button nose, and her full lips. But those beautiful eyes were dangerous. He had to make sure he was in control.

This marked Bella's full week in hell since meeting Edward. She had come to realize that he would not respond to any mentions regarding her abduction. The scariest feeling was not knowing if her situation was short or long term. And under which circumstances would she have the chance to leave.

This morning, the bright sun beaming through the window had hardly disturbed Bella. She could barely sleep all night, and was awake when the sun was just beginning to rise. Leaving from underneath the bedcovers didn't feel like an option because, as silly as the thought was, she felt safer.

She had taken every chance to look for an escape but, time had made that die down. Edward had clearly thought-out her kidnapping carefully because he was always a step and a half ahead of her. Her original plan was to find a window. She had only seen two windows in the entire house so far. One was in the kitchen and entirely too small for a human form to fit through. The other was in the room she had woken up in her first morning here but she hadn't seen that room since. Snooping around the house was just another disappointment. It was nearly impossible. Anytime she was left in alone in a room she found herself always locked in. For the last two days she had made no attempt to leave. She would have to wait for him to slip up.

Every day was turning into a learning lesson of Edward's do's and don'ts. Just yesterday she had earned a beating for an unintentional mistake. She learned she could not insinuate that she had been taken against her will. She was mastering fake smiles, and pretending to enjoy his company. If not, she would never gain enough trust for her chance to getaway. She spent entirely too much time in this one room and she was going stir-crazy.

As usual, Bella had her breakfast in bed while Edward watched every bite she took. She finished her plate even though she had been full halfway through. Edward was clearly pleased with her. She was becoming the dream woman he predicted she was from all those late nights watching her work at that rundown grill and bar.

"You're perfect." He said so lowly that she wondered if she was even meant to hear it. "I think tomorrow we should take a walk on the trail. I want you to see the property. Maybe have a picnic. What do you think?"

Outside?! "A picnic. That sounds amazing." Bella nodded. She had also been practicing acting excited about whatever he had in mind or just being happy with him in general. She didn't have to fake it this time. This was what she had been waiting for.

He watched her reaction carefully. Yes, she had been adapting well to their home and her first conscious morning was a memory nearly forgotten. But sometimes like this moment, he could see the wheels turning in her head.

Her heart was racing from her imagination of what it would look like outside. She hadn't been able to even get a clear look from a window to have a clue of her surroundings. She swallowed a lump in her throat and tried to keep her breathing steady. He analyzed her face expression and she focused on her orange juice.

"Wonderful. I'll be in the office when you need me." Edward said. He gave her a peck on the lips and left the room.

Bella's smile dropped instantly.

He spoke as if she even knew where his office was, as if she was even free to find out. She wasn't even allows to leave a room without-. Her thoughts stopped when she noticed the door was open. He left the room wide open. There was no way he had forgotten to close it. She remained perplexed for several minutes. She realized he left the door open on purpose. It was a trick, clearly. He was testing her! He wants her to fail. He wanted to hurt her.

Bree walked in the room with a light smile and became confused when seeing Bella's expression. She placed down her basket of laundry and approached slowly.

"What is the matter?" Bree was concerned seeing her first and only friend unhappy.

"He left the door open. He wants to punish me." Bella concluded aloud.

"No. He wants you to get acquainted with your home." Bree assured when realizing that Bella did not know that she was no longer on a punishment. "This is your reward."

"Why? Reward for what?" Bella asked with underlying suspicion.

Bree didn't know all the answers but, she was sure that Edward was very happy. She expressed this to Bella by telling her how he was in high spirits since her arrival, and almost mentioned how Edward had called her Bella when having his way with her.

Bella accepted her words with doubt still in her mind. She didn't distrust Bree but, the situation was scary and she knew she would never truly feel comfortable in this mansion. She also knew Bree knew Edward better than she did and was willing to rely on her judgement.

Plus, her desire to have a mental map of this oversized mansion was a must. She hesitantly followed Bree from the room. When Bree picked up her overloaded basket and started walking in one direction Bella found herself following. Bree didn't mind when she realized she would be shadowed today. She was looking forward to Bella's company.

When Bree started to clean Bella naturally tried to help but, Bree had a near panic attack at the attempt.

"What's the matter?" Bella asked confused.

"You shouldn't be cleaning anything. This is your home. Edward would..." She trailed off her sentence looking down ashamed. "Please, Isabella. Let me do everything."

"Sure." Bella backed off quickly. She huffed a little annoyed but, would agree to anything she said. Bella had done little in days and wouldn't have mind helping around. The only escape she had from him was the little bit of time she spent with Bree, anyway.

After it felt like hours had went by with little conversation, Bella was bored of watching Bree. The woman was cleaning as if the house wasn't spotless already. Bella made an obnoxiously loud yawn that instantly caught the young slave's attention.

"Is this what you seriously do all day?" Bella asked.

"I cook, attend to Master Edward, and garden too." Bree told her.

"That's it? What would you do if you didn't have to do this?"

"This is what I want. I want to serve both of you."

Bella was giving the most emotionless blank stare to Bree's back. Obviously, they had different views on how to live their lives. She did not particularly want to change Bree's perception but, was more curious if Bree was a devoted servant or just playing the role of one. Bella wasn't completely sure yet. After all, she was learning to play a role too.

"Well, Im glad one of us likes it because, I want out of this place... If I'm lucky he'll just let me go when he finds out how boring I am."

"Isabella." Bree shook her head slowly. "If he wants you here then he will never let you go." When seeing that her words didn't bring comfort she was quick to add more. "There are rewards to being obedient. Like, getting to go to the parties, spending time with the other neighborhood women. Sometimes, Edward allows TV privileges." Her mind racked through the options and a few she wasn't sure if she was allowed to speak on, so she didn't.

"You're happy here? This is where you want to be and Edward is the person you want to be around?" Bella asked not understanding her logic. "You're alone and trapped."

"But you're here with me and you've been the most lenient owner I've ever had. I am happy here."

"I'm not your owner!" Bella couldn't help but, raise her voice in frustration. When Bree flenched Bella suddenly felt bad. "We should not be prisoners here."

"I am not a prisoner. I am Edward's prop-."

"You are not." Bella said in a strong tone and tried not to let anger cross her face. "Just like I've been kind to you, you have been kind to me. That is because, we are equals. He doesn't own us."

Bree felt guilt having such a treacherous conversation behind Master Edward's back. She was conflicted on whether to stay on Isabella's good side or stand up for her master. In times like this she would shutdown and fall into a mental robotic submissive mode. The moment she tried Isabella grasped her hand tightly and spoke.

Bella recognized that look on Bree's face and she would rather stop talking than have a shell of a person to hangout with.

"You don't have to shut me out. You don't have to say what you think I want to hear or bow to me, and all that stupid stuff. Bree, I'm sorry. We can change the conversation." And there Bella was again using that shortened version of her actual name. "You're my only friend here." Bella admitted.

Her heart quickened at the moment Bella called her this. Her eyes lit up as she tried to process what it meant to have a friend. Of course, Bella did not realize she had just built a strong bridge but, Bree did. She had never had a friend before. Acquaintances always but, now all that had changed in just days.

"Okay." Bree answered in a small voice. The discussion stopped and they continued walking down the hall and to the stairs.

Bella sat down on the last of the two steps watching Bree dust furniture and little knickknacks. She watched her curiously because, it was painfully obvious that Bree did not know that the circumstances they were in were wrong. Bree looked content and seemed to have forgotten the awkward conversation that happened only a minute ago.

As Bree dusted a large mirror in the corner Bella was becoming bored and tried to think up a conversation to start with Bree.

"Have you met Edward's family?"

"Yes. They are very respectable." Bree responded.

"Does he have siblings?"

"Just his brother, Jasper."

Bree was not adding extra details like she expected so she had to ask directly.

"Tell me about his brother. What does he look like? Does he act like Edward? Where do they live? Tell me all you think you know."

Bree looked back confused about the request but began to describe him as a thirty year old, tall, blonde man. "He doesn't like to leave home very often because, he likes to spend most of his time with his fiancé."

Bella stood up as Bree spoke. Her eyes zeroed in on the mirror that was just dusted and from the angle the mirror hung she could see into the next room. There was a door cracked open. She took another step towards the mirror and saw that there was trees outside. This door lead to her escape.

"He imports a lot of goods to the families around here. So he travels from time to time."

She ignored Bree's words and barely realized that she was already heading into the room. Her feet were moving faster and suddenly she was in a sprint. Just steps before she could touch the door she stopped.

"Don't." It was the tone of Bree's voice that made her halt so suddenly. Bella look back. She expected to see a longing look from Bree that would be begging her to stay but, Bree wasn't even looking her direction. She was still dusting and it was almost as of Bree hadn't spoken.

This gave time for Bella to process the freedom she was so close to having and losing. Then it hit her. Earlier might not have been a test but, this was one now. He left the door open to confirm her loyalty and trust. Bella stared from the doorway into the distant forest and she felt sick at the decision she was going to have to make.

"Do you want to hear about Master Edward's father and mother?" Bree asked still not breaking her focus from her housework.

It was Bree's indirect way of calling her back.

Bella stepped to the entrance of the door and grasped the handle. Her arms and legs were shaking but, she knew she would be about to make a run. Then she shut the door with a soft click and slowly made her way back to Bree.

"Go ahead. Tell me about them."

He happily started to gather his rope and put his tranquilizer away. He stepped from behind a tree and started heading back for the house.

Edward had thought she saw him when she stopped short from reaching the exit. Instead, she had took a long glance around the surrounding area and closed the front door. She was what he expected her to be. He couldn't believe he doubted her trust. She had accepted his love and knew that he would take good care of her.

Bella was so perfect. There was no greater word to describe her. He knew she was ready to meet his family.

Author's Note: It's been almost exactly one year. Life has been really toxic and keeping up with this story over the last few months was not an option. To be honest, I never forgot the story and still have big ideas for this. If I get a few hate reviews for being so unreliable, I totally get it. If I get no reviews, I totally get it.

So with this story, before I even decided to change the names to write this into a FanFiction, I knew Bree (Brianna) would be one of my favorite characters. And to be honest this is an early filler chapter, and was a little rushed because I'm so anxious for more characters to join this crazy train.

Next chapter we meet some family.

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