WARNING : Stockholm syndrome, RAPE, abuse, and drug use. If any of these trigger you, please DO NOT read any farther. Thank you.

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Day three.

I sat on the side of the bed waiting for Edward's arrival. I've thought of a plan of how I would escape this hellhole. Every fiber of my being aches whenever I think about him. I've done nothing wrong to him, I thought we were friends. I looked back to his actions before all of this mess and I find nothing that would give me a clue to what his motives are. I only work for his fucking family for God's sake. I work as a barista at his mother's cafe and nothing more. If I knew that working at Antique Bakery would land me here I wouldn't have taken the job. The hourly wage wasn't bad and Jasper promised me I would get promoted after working there for a few months, what a load of bullshit.

Working at Antique Bakery wasn't bad, everyone was friendly and I became friends with most of my coworkers. The owner of the cafe is Edward's mother, Esme. She's never around so Edward runs the company with his brother, Jasper. I haven't met her yet but the others at work are always gushing about how nice and motherly she is. If she's nice and motherly then where did she go wrong about raising Edward? He's a fucking monster unlike his brother Jasper and Emmett.

I didn't know a lot about Edward when I first worked at the cafe. I would only catch a glimpse of him once in awhile. I learned more about him through Jessica and Angela who were more than happy to answer my questions. I found out that he went to some insanely expensive college in Europe where he majored in Economics. He had just broken up with his girlfriend of four years. He never mentioned her name but Jessica and Angela were talking about Edward's breakup, apparently her name was Tanya. I've never met her but everyone deemed her as a beautiful blonde goddess with striking blue eyes. She's a doctor and she was planning on moving to Forks so she could work at the same hospital Edward's father worked in. I asked the girls why he would break up with her, since she sounds like the ideal woman every man dreams of. She's beautiful, according to others, and well-educated. All their answers were only speculations. It wasn't until Edward and I became closer that he revealed she couldn't give him what he wanted. I'm not really sure what that thing is since he was reluctant to tell me.

How I befriended Edward wasn't anything special. I was always given late shifts so I got to be around him often. Edward was a big workaholic, he would stay at the cafe until midnight and that gave him and I some time to talk. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy. He helped me with school and gave me good life advices, and sometimes when I couldn't pay for rent he would be there to save my sorry ass. I'm not made of money and he knows that so he made it clear that if I was in any financial trouble I could run to him for help. I hated that, but as a college student, sometimes I had to ask him for help. He didn't mind it and he never asked me to pay him back, he just wanted me to graduate college and get to where I wanted to be in life. I didn't want to take advantage of him so I worked my ass off to pay him back while still maintaining good grades, I tried to pay him much of my debt but I still had at least three grand worth to pay. That's a fuckton of money and a part time job wasn't gonna pay for all of that.

I know for a fact that Edward wouldn't do petty shit like this over money, three grand is nothing to him. His family is rich… like really rich, this fucker has a collection and I mean a collection of expensive cars. I'm talking Bugatti, Maserati, and BMWs for a collection that he never even drives. Thats a lie but a poor person like me still can't fully process the whole point of collecting cars, not just any other cars but expensive ones.

The whole Cullen clan is rich beyond imagination. They own businesses around the world, their most successful and well known branch is Antique Bakery which can be found in 12 different countries and even without the businesses they would still be wealthy. If you've lived in Forks long enough you would hear dirty, little rumors about their businesses being a front for something entirely different. The rumors could be true but then again there's no proof so far, guess I'll never know for sure.

The Cullen brothers are hotshots in Forks Washington. Majority of girls have their eyes set on one of the brothers but unfortunately two out of the three are already taken. Rosalie Hale married Emmett Cullen sometime ago and I don't when but I heard their story is like something out of a fairy tale. Prince meets girl, girl doesn't necessarily fall in love right away but nonetheless they get married and live a happy life. Typical right. I say fuck with the lovey dovey crap because not everything looks as it seems.

My friend Alice, would joke about dating one of the Cullen brothers so she wouldn't have to pay a single penny after college and it's not a bad idea but they're way older than her. Alice would have a five year gap if she were to choose Jasper Cullen and if she chose Edward the age gap would have been eight years. They're old, rich, and single. We both knew it was impossible but hey a girl can dream right. That didn't stop Alice from perusing Jasper. And fuck me sideways she succeeded, they went to a few dates and before I knew it they were in a relationship. A year and half and still going strong. I have no problem with Jasper since he treats her right and he doesn't seem like a demonic fuck like his brother Edward.

From what Alice has been telling me the Cullen men are good at lavishing their women with gifts. Jasper has given Alice a car just for the heck of it and I'm not entirely surprised. Edward tried giving me a car to use for work, that's his excuse anyway, because he hated how my beat up truck looked. That fucker makes fun of my truck on a daily basis and I've always been adamant about using it until the end. It's no secret that Edward hates my truck and it was fishy how my car miraculously got destroyed while I was at work. And it wasn't like a minor fender bender no, my car was wrecked beyond recognition. I couldn't get it to start so my only choice was to get a new car. That got me into more debt.

Speaking of Alice, I wonder she's doing, I wonder if anyone noticed I'm missing yet. I'd like to think that people care enough about me to call the cops after I went missing. I think it's been two days since the party so I'm hoping that there's already a search party looking for me.

Damn it. This goddamn chain isn't long enough for me to walk all the way to the door. I either have to get the key from Edward or break the chain. There's nothing in the room for me to use as a weapon either… well that's a lie, I can probably use a lamp to hit him but I don't think that's going to knock him out. He's been in fights before and I can say this based on my observations, he does not go down easily. He's a bad cookie to to pick a fight with.

I don't want to be here any longer. I'm tired, hungry, and I'm starting to smell. I want a hot bath and get all the disgusting Edward smell off me. I hope he's in a good mood today and maybe he'll let me take take a shower and eat… I better not piss him off. I might actually have to kiss up to him today, just the thought of how I have to be nice to him makes me sick. Seriously fuck him. May karma punish that sick bastard.

The bedroom door slamming shut pulled me out of my musing. Edward strutted in the room he's the shit. I didn't say anything or look at him as he made his way towards me. I sat on the side of the bed with my head down low. Edward crouched down in front of me not saying a word.

It's taking all my willpower not to punch Edward at this very second, but I have to be good. I can't try to escape without eating anything and without finding out where I am. It would be pointless if I tried to escape to only pass out from hunger or exhaustion.

Edward moved my hair to the side to look at my face. His vibrant green eyes melting into mine. He looks happy today so that's good.

"How are you? Are you going to misbehave today?" Edward asked me in a low voice.

I looked down and nodded my head.

"You didn't answer my first question," he frowned.

"I'm fine... " I said making eye contact with him.

He then grabbed my hands in his and kissed it.

"You must be hungry… I'm truly sorry I haven't fed you anything," he apologized.

It's truly amazing how he treats me like like a dog. It's simply amazing.

I'm a person, asshole.

" … I want to eat and I want to take a shower," I demanded him softly while I squeezed his hand.

Edward smiled and got up.

"Of course you do, what do you want to eat?" he asked me lovingly.

"Anything is fine… I'm just really hungry," I told him honestly.

"Eggs and bacon?" I looked up and asked him.

"Your wish is my comand," Edward smiled placing his palm on his chest.

I rolled my eyes. So cheesy.

He took my hands and guided me to stand up. He reached in his pocket and presented me with keys to what I can assume is the key to the collar.

So he keeps it in his pocket, interesting. I looked away as he unlocked the collar. I'll play along with his little game, now that I'm one step closer to leaving this place.

He held my hands as we made our way around the house. And holy mother of God… the bedroom I was in is nothing compared to the rest of the house. We're in a freaking mansion… okay I'm exaggerating a little bit. I must have made a face because Edward laughed at me.

"Where are we?" I asked him sounding shocked.

"In my mansion," Edward jokingly said.

"Where else could we be?" he added, looking amused.

It's so much more spacy out here than in the bedroom. We walked down a flight of stairs going to the second floor of the house which leads to the dining area. The dining area has a glass table with seven wine colored chairs and at the middle of the table hangs a goldish chandelier.

"I'm guessing you're going to make your chef cook for me?" I played along.

I nudged his side and smiled at him.

I feel fake. Please, let the ground swallow me whole.

There's a possibility he has a cook around the house and if there is then maybe I can ask them to help me escape. But seeing as how this is Edward, I'm betting that he would pay the cooks enough money to keep a blind eye.

He grinned and shook his head. His eyes look brighter than usual, he looks like he's truly happy. I hate to admit this but happy Edward looks cute… what am I saying, I'm out of my goddamn mind.

"No cooks this time," he whispered in my ear as he spun me around and pinned my body against a wall.

"Just the two of us… alone… " he grinned `.

Fucking great. Just my luck … this is exactly what I needed, to be alone with a psycho. I really do have the worst luck in the world.

I squeezed my eyes shut as he hugged and kissed me.

Better suck it up, Bella. Just kiss him and play along.

I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him even closer. I made sure to rub my thigh against his member. I kissed his jaw and his neck as I slowly got down on my knees. Edward stopped me and pulled me to stand up.

"Why so giddy suddenly? Are you up to something?" Edward panted.

"I'm not try-" I tried to defend myself.

"You're hungry remember? Let's eat first and then play," he said wiping his lips.

He straightened his clothes and tried to look composed but that bulge in his pants won't isn't going to fool anyone.

"Have fun with your right hand tonight Edward," I said shaking his hand off as I walked towards the kitchen.

The one time I'm willing to give him head and he refuses me away. Fine. I'm not angry, I should be happy. My feelings shouldn't be hurt but I am. I'm emotional today, what the hell brought this on.

"Isabella wait, " he took a hold of my hand and spun me around.

"It's Bella, asshole," I mumbled.

"Bella, you need to eat first… it's been two days since you had a real meal," he argued.

He grabbed my chin and made me look at him.

"What wrong with you? You're emotional today," he asked looking serious.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. This is why I dislike him. He put me in a distressing situation and ask what's wrong with me. Emotion isn't rocket science but for a heartless bastard like him it must be the hardest thing to understand.

"Noticed that too huh? I don't… I'm just... " I looked down trying to find words to describe how I'm feeling.

I do admit that I'm emotional today. First I was angry, then I was hopeful, and now I'm angry again. I need to calm down and get myself situated.

"Just eat something first… I promise you'll feel better," Edward murmured.

He looks deeply concerned about me and he's probably right, I'm just hungry.

"Now… sunny side up or scrambled?" he asked raising eyebrow.

I snorted not caring how he feels about me today. I'm exhausted and honestly whatever happens, happens. He can fuck me raw in the dining table and I wouldn't care as long as I get to eat something.

"Whatever's easier for you," I laughed.

"Just don't burn down this beautiful house, okay?" I teased him as we made our way to the kitchen.

. . .

I asked for bacon and eggs but I got more than what I asked for. Edward went crazy in the kitchen and made me a bunch of food I wasn't able to finish. I ate pancakes soaked in maple syrup, bacon, eggs, and microwaved breakfast burrito. Edward cleaned up the mess he made which gave me time to look at where I could get knives and other sharp objects to use as weapons. But Edward was already a step ahead of me because he had the knives in a locked drawer. Bummer but whatever, there's several ways to murder someone, right? I guess I just have get creative.

Edward let me take a shower while he stayed in the room which wasn't bad, he didn't join me in the shower or touch me. He guided me to a walk in closet full of expensive clothes. Edward admitted to asking Rosalie's stylist to pick out clothes for me to wear, it's weird and I feel even weirder that they know my size. He picked matching red lace panties and bra as well as a black skirt and a grey scoop neck t-shirt.

Edward informed me that someone would come by the house once a week to tidy up the place. He also warned me not to try anything funny when he's gone because his

men aren't afraid to use any means possible to stop me from leaving. Forget leaving this place… Edward has the place surrounded and I'd just end up getting hurt if I tried. I don't know what to do, but there's gotta be a way out of here. If I can't leave then I'll call for help, that's plan B for now.


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