Bella's POV

Why does everything hurt? I try to move my arms but they feel so heavy and I can't move them and I black out again. The next time I come too I feel a cool cloth on my head and I try to turn into it but I can't seem to get control of my neck or head and drift back off. I finally manage to crack my eyes open and I take in the room before I pass out the next time.

Everything is hazy and I can't seem to grasp on to anything tangible. Thoughts just fly in and out of my head and sounds surround me but make no sense. "Water." I hear a voice crack out. Before I can figure out whose voice it was I feel a cup come to my lips and I drink. "Drink Bella." A soft voice says as I sip on the water.

The next time I come too I am able to open my eyes and look around the room. I see a dark man with long black hair sitting next to me. His head is slumped over and it's obvious he's sleeping. I move my hand to get his attention and has my hand makes contact with his he jumps awake. His eyes take me in and he lets out a smile. "Bella you are awake."

"Bella?" I ask him. Who is Bella. Where am I? The man's smile fades and he moves from his spot next to the bed and sits on the bed next to me. "Who do you think you are?" He asks me.

I open my mouth to answer. I should know this. I am know my name. I have to know my name. "I don't know." I choke out hardly able to hide the tears in my eyes.

"Rest Bella." The kind man tells me has I drift back to sleep. In my dreams I try to connect with myself but it's like I'm blocked. Who am I? What is my name? Where am I? Swirls through my head and my dreams.

"Wake up now Bella. " I hear filling my mind. I slowly open my eyes and am not greeted by the same dark man but this time a blond man with a cruel smile. "There are your beautiful eyes. Wake now Bella."

I try to sit up but I find my body won't cooperate. "Laurent said when you woke you did not know who are you? Do you know who you are now?" He asks me moving the hair from my face. I wince at the contact to my face and he drops his hand.

"Umm.. I'm Bella right? That's what you all call me." I respond weakly. The man chuckles. "Yes you are Bella but do you know that or is it from us telling you that?" He asks.

"You told me." How can I not know who I am. I don't like the gleam in his eyes. He seems to excited about everything that is happening. Why should he be excited. "My poor girl you must be so confused." I give him a slight nod in agreement. I am very confused.

The blond man stands up and moves to a table behind him and pours a cup of water and brings it back to me. I try to hold it but I find I can't and he holds it to my lips and helps me drink. "My name is James and I am a pirate, I am the leader of this boat. You are Bella and you are my woman." I barely manage to not choke on my water at this knowledge. He snickers and puts the cup back down. "You have been with me for a few months now, since I took you from your brothel in Liverpool."

"My brothel?" I didn't realize I spoke out loud until I noticed James chucking at me. "Yes your brothel. I had meet you a few times , your reputation truly proceeded you. On my last visit I decided I wanted you more permanently and I took you with me."

This is crazy it can't be true. He must be able to realize what I am thinking because he starts up again. "Your mom was a famed whore in Liverpool and no one really knows who your father is. You were acclaimed throughout certain circles because you don't say no to anything. It was refreshing to find a girl who thinks like me. Who will do anything for the right price."

These words are swirling in my head and I can't seem to lock on to them. I can't be those things. I don't want to be those things. "What happened to me?" I ask trying to keep myself from crying. James sits back down on the chair next to my bed and caresses the side of my face again.

"A week ago one of my men decided he wanted you. He attacked you but you fought back. I found you near death at this hands. I executed him and anyone who defended him. I have had Laurent watch over your recovery and we are headed back to Liverpool to get more men and if you want you can leave and go back to your brothel."

I shake my head no. I don't know who I am but what I do know is I don't want to go back to some brothel. "I would like to stay here." Better the devil you know. At least here it seems I am just with James not anyone with a piece of gold for the night.

"You have no idea how much that delights me that you don't want to leave. I was worried you wouldn't trust me any longer. Especially after the baby..." I can tell he is testing me for something but I don't know what. "Baby?" What baby? My hands flutter to my stomach and it is flat . There is no baby.

James reaches across and links his hand with mine. "I have wanted a son for years now and you agreed to give me one. We had finally succeeded in getting you pregnant when that man took our child from us. We will start again when you are well."

This is all too much. I am a whore. I was pregnant. I lost a baby. I can't focus and it goes black again.

James' POV

This is perfect. I could not have planned this better if I had actually thought of it. That night when I heard her screams I didn't go in at first. I figured she was just fighting the inevitable. But after they got quiet and I heard the thuds I knew something was wrong and barged in. I saw one of my men beating her. I didn't care at first to be honest until I saw the blood pooled under her. She had lost the baby.

That is when I saw red. I ripped him apart and his head is now on a spike on the deck of the ship to remind my men what happens when you betray me. Any man that talked out against my actions is now with him.

Laurent came to me a few days ago to let me know that is appears the Princess has forgotten who she is. At first I was furious but then I started to think of how this could help me. I can send her back to Edward not only filled with my bastard but confused and destroyed. He will have no choice but to take in this woman and marry her or risk a war. He will be stuck with a truly damaged and crazy wife for the rest of his live. She may never remember who she is and he will be stuck with a woman that I will convince is the most vile of whores. I will have my revenge.

I must test her though. I need to push at her memories and see if anything starts to bubble up. I need to know how far gone she is. "Laurent!" I yell out knowing he will be waiting for me outside the door. He enters the room and looks at her fondly. I don't know why he cares about her so much but he does. And I can use that for now. "We are still headed to Liverpool. When we get there I want you to relieve every man on this ship of his duties. I want you to pay them and then kill them. I don't want anyone to even hear a whisper of who she really is. I want you to then go ashore and bring me a brunette girl from town. After that I want you to get me a new crew. This crew will only know her has Bella my whore. That is it. Do you understand me?" Laurent shakes his head in understanding. That is why I have kept him around so long. He does what needs to be done and doesn't question me.

Over the next few days I watch as my plans become reality. When we arrive at Liverpool I see Laurent put the first part of my plan into action. He goes to each of the men separately and tells them that I am pleased with them and am going to pay them their share before they can go into the town. He has each of them come on deck at different times and they are not to tell anyone they are getting special treatment. Once they collect their money and feel safe Laurent stabs them in the back collects the money and pushes their body overboard. By the end of the night it just us and the Princess and I am ready to restaff my ship.

The most important part is to see if she might remember who she is. I need to know if hearing her name will bring it all back. I make sure that my cabin door is open and that Bella is awake when I have Laurent go through with the next phase of my plan. I had him get a girl that if Bella ever spoke about her would sound enough like the real princess no one would ever question it. He drags her down the hall in front of door while she is screaming for mercy. This of course gets Bella's attention. "Who was that James?" She asks me from the bed.

I love how much she depends on me now. She is like my own bitch that I relies on me for everything. Oh how I have tamed this Princess. "That is the Princess Isabella." I stop and wait to see if that means anything to her. Her face remains blank. "I kidnapped her a few weeks ago and I am giving her to Marcus. She is too much of a hassle. He paid me and he is going to deal with her ransom." Nothing she remembers nothing. Her own title doesn't even register in her mind.

"Will she be alright?" Bella asks me. I snicker. That bitch will be dead by nightfall. I can't risk anyone finding her and that whore telling people I paid her to act like the Princess. But that isn't what she meant and this is the perfect time to start putting new ideas in her head of who she is. "She will live but I doubt she will ever forget what happened to her here." Her big brown eyes give me a questioning look and I continue. "You held her down while my men took her over and over again. You said you wanted to me part of the destruction of a princess."

She doesn't say anything else and remains quiet the rest of the day. When I come to bed she moves over for me and I can hear her crying all night but I ignore it. I won't comfort her.

Over the next few weeks she finally starts to get better. She can stand on her own and walk around the cabin without assistance. Her headaches are still bad enough that I have to blacken the cabin routinely and make sure the crew avoids this part of the ship all together because any little sound is like a herd of wild horses going through her head. I haven't taken her again yet but to be honest when she was first injured she was to disgusting for me to even get it up. Her eyes were black and swollen and her lips cracked and bleeding. Her shoulder was dislocating her stomach was black and blue. The damage from the miscarriage was hard to ignore has she bleed for days. She is healing nicely though. Luckily there was no permanent damage to her figure. If he had knocked her teeth out or destroyed her breasts I might not be able to continue with my plan without taking her in a dark room.

As she heals she is becoming restless. "What is it that I do for you here James? I am getting better and I would like to resume my normal household duties." I love how subservient she is now. How much she wants to please me.

"Your days were fairly simple. In the morning you would make sure my fire was tended to because I hate to wake up cold then you would go down to the kitchen and prepare my breakfast and bring it back to the room for me. If I wanted you after breakfast you were more than happy to serve me in the bed as well." I wait to see how she reacts. I see the self loathing in her eyes and want to laugh but settle for a smile. "Then during the day you clean my room, wash my clothes, mend my clothes, and if I want you during the day you come to where I am and take care of me. In the evening you prepare my dinner and service me before bed. Then it starts the same the next day."

Through her frown I can see her little mind thinking. She is trying to see if she can remember any of this and of course she can't it's fake. "James I would be more than happy to resume some of my duties but I fear my body is not yet healed enough for others." It has been almost a month now and I am getting a bit agitated. She is here to get pregnant so I can send her back Edward a mess.

I walk across the room to her and pull her into a tight embrace she winces and I pull her in even tighter. "There are other ways to make me happy then to lie on your back Bella. I expect you to start fulfilling them soon." I let her go and I leave the room. Let her think on that for awhile.

* A month later

She is doing well. She is adjusting to this new life with ease. She is so eager to remember everything from her past that she has slipped into her role with ease. Her cooking at first had little to be desired but with the proper motivation she is not a complete failure now.

Watching her face every time I weave another lie about her previous life is one of the highlights of my life. I can see every emotion clearly displayed on her face. There is disgust, anger, and self loathing. She hates herself so much that she barely flinches at any of the things I demand of her. She actually thinks she deserves whatever I am doing to her.

To be honest the longer I have had her with me the more I think I might just keep her. I am watching Edward destroy himself without my help and this is just to fun. Spain wants him to wait a bit longer before finding another bride and he is refusing to send back the dowry. Prussia, Austria, and Italy are siding with Spain and France is just a few steps away from siding with them as well. Maybe my revenge can just shift? What's better him being stuck with a wife that I have already mentally conditioned to be perfect for me or have him watch his entire empire crumble around him?

a/n thank you everyone who has reviewed. I know this story is very dark right now but just hang in a few more chapters and well get to some happy times.