Sorry for the late update, I've been studying for exams.
Sorry if I made Bella seem too 'submissive' in the previous chapter. I personally don't like a submissive Bella, but I was trying to make her paralyzed with fear. Nevertheless, here is the next chapter with a more fighty Bella.
I don't own Twilight, if I did I would be writing this from my totes amazing mansion in California.

Chapter Ten: My New 'Safe-House'

I felt soft silk chiffon caressing my skin as I tossed and turn. I drearily rubbed at my overheated skin, chills erupting over my body. The silence was comforting after what I had just been through. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming out in fury. I had been too consumed by fear yesterday to react, but I hated him. I hated Edward. I had to get out of here. Where is here? I sat up abruptly and was greeted by a very spacious and very dark room. I was in a bed which was completely alien to me; a dark wooden four-poster bed with velvet red curtains peeled back. My hands gripped at the black silk duvet. I knew that this was Edward's room. It scared me to think I was in it. On the wall opposite from me I could just make out a large wooden door, with an elegant gold door handle which I presumed to be locked.

To my right was a large bay window, perched high on the wooden boarded wall, moonlit darkness streamlining into my prison. The moonlight illuminated the black chaise couch and the mosaic Persian rug, and the rectangular coffee table. It basked the midnight-black grand piano sitting in the corner of the room, and the Victorian fireplace on the far wall. Bookshelves lined the walls; otherwise bone-chilling portraits of fear-stricken people permitted the rooms walls. I pulled my duvet up to my chest, taking into account for the first time what I was wearing. It was a white-silk nightie with a lace frill, which was much too short and exposing for my taste. Then the door swung open revealing Edward Cullen, all donned in black, the man of the hour. His ruby orbs were tinged with appraise as they ghosted over my terrified form. He smirked cockily and took a domineering step forward.

"Hello, love."
I resisted the temptation to roll my eyes. I watched as he strolled across to my side of the bed, cocking his head and looking like the cat that got the cream.
"You slept well I take it?" He raised his eyebrows in question. Was he serious?
"Yes." I replied sarcastically. "Just great. Nothing better than being drugged into unconsciousness."
He blinked, shock very apparent in his rubies, before throwing his head back and roaring in laughter. I folded my arms across my chest and waited for him to cease his laughter. He grinned at me in a boyish way and shook his head in disbelief.

"Feisty. I like it." He sat at the foot of my bed, which caused me to shuffle across to the opposite side as though he were plagued. His cold fingers caught my ankle through the sheets in steel like grip, halting my movements. He smirked playfully as he dragged me further down the bed by my ankle.
I gripped pathetically at the headboard and even attempted to throw a pillow at him. The duvet had risen and revealed my leg, which was draped over Edward's lap. His piano fingers were dancing gracefully over the skin on my ankle. He was studying me with an intense expression present on his face. I quickly withdrew my leg, tucking it underneath my body before he could object.

His eyes narrowed at me.
"Behave." He spoke. He stood from the bed and walked over to the wall, flicking a switch so that the room lit up with bright light. I squeezed my eyes shut as they burned from the overexposure.
I heard the gust of wind before I opened my eyes to see him standing right in front of me, towering over me. I flinched slightly.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked with anger laced in my voice. Edward grinned as though this was all just a game, reaching out to push a stray curl behind my ear, my body stiffening as he dragged his pointer finger over my cheek bone.
"Because you're mine." Was his clipped reply. I narrowed my eyes in defiance.
"No, I'm not."
"Watch it." He hissed. His eyes darkened and a snarl had worked its way onto his lips. "Now get up. I've decided to run you a bath, but with your current behavior I'm starting to have second thoughts." He pursed his lips momentarily. A toothy grin stretched across his face. "Actually, I would like to see you naked and wet. But next time I won't be so generous."

He strode towards the foot of the bed. He bent slightly and gripped the silk duvet in each of his granite hands, and with a whoosh had stripped the blanket from the bed. My eyes widened as he cocked his head towards what I assumed to be the bathroom; a black door on the wall by the bed. I watched as Edward made his way towards this newfound door, winking at me once before opening it and disappearing inside. I could hear the sound of running water echoing throughout the room. While Edward busied himself with running my bath, I cast a glance towards the window. Images of running and leaving Edward swarmed my thoughts.

"Isabella." My head snapped towards a stern looking Edward standing by the ajar door. He quirked an eyebrow. "What's gotten your pretty little head so worked up?" I suppressed an eye roll as he smirked again.
"Nothing." I replied. He nodded solemnly.
"Your bath is running, you should probably come and get ready." He grinned in amusement as lust clouded over his eyes, making him look like a dominant predator. I nodded nervously, lifting myself from the bed with shaky legs. I could feel my heart beat increasing as I walked hesitantly towards Edward and the bathroom door. I could tell he was amused by my nervousness. I brushed past him as I walked into the bathroom. I made a move to close the door when his foot shot out in between the wall and the door. I jumped back as the pushed open the door with a disapproving look. He turned his back to me as he shut the door, locking it, tsking at me.

"Oh, Isabella." He mocked. As he turned to look at me realization hit that I was locked in a bathroom with Edward. My eyes widened as fear as he took another daunting step forward.
"What are you doing? Get out!" I spat, panicking. He laughed through another toothy grin, shaking his head in amusement.
"And what? Miss out on all the fun?" He lifted an eyebrow. I crossed my arms over my chest as I felt heat flare up my cheeks. Damn my blush. Edward stepped close towards me and leaned down so that we were eye-to-eye. He smiled crookedly at my naïve behavior.
"Who do you think is going to be bathing you, Love?" He whispered over my heated flesh.

I gaped at him in horror as he bent down to dip his hand into the nearly-full tub. He looked up at me and I could see the excitement written across his face. "Water's ready." He shut the tap off and the room fell silent instantly. His eyes focused in on my white nightgown. He nodded towards it.
"You can take that off, too."

I cast a look towards the floor, to anywhere but Edward, my eyes widening in horror.
"You can't bathe in a nightgown, Isabella." He whispered amusingly. I could feel the tears building up behind my eyes, and I had to resist the urge to tackle him; to hit him aimlessly.
I jumped and my head snapped up when I felt his cool hands resting lightly on my hips. He held me closer to him when I struggled, his grip becoming tighter, but not unbearably painful.
"Relax." He breathed. His eyes looked unusually calm; eye of the storm. "It'll be alright. It'll calm your nerves." He began to guide me gently towards the edge of the porcelain bath. His cool fingers toyed with the thin strap on my right shoulder, before pulling it away so it hung loose on my arm. I felt bile rose up in my throat. I made a move to pull away, but his hand jotted out and wrapped around my wrist in a death trap. I struggled against him, his other hand pushing at the middle of my back so I fell against his chest.

"Let go of me!" I spat out between clenched teeth. I pounded at his chest with my free fist, ignoring the sting I felt each time I hit him. His hand, which was previously pressing down on my back, quickly snatched down on my other wrist. I struggled pathetically against his superhuman grip. I kicked his shin with my right foot, which resulted in me groaning out in pain. Edward didn't say anything as I continued my assault on him. He just watched me curiously with half-narrowed eyes.
After several minutes of my failed attempt at freedom, I hung my head in defeat as exhaustion racked my body. Edward slowly withdrew his hands from around my wrists, ghosting them along my flesh until they once again rested on my hips. He quirked a brow.
"Are you finished?"
I didn't respond. Instead I looked away in anger. I bit the insides of my cheek to keep from crying out in pain and embarrassment.

Edward's hands ghosted down my hips, toying with the lace frill at the bottom of my nightie. I silently pleaded with him, my eyes wide with fear. He looked at me, but his face was expressionless, and his eyes held an emotion that was unrecognizable.
"Raise your arms." He said. I jutted my jaw out stubbornly.
"No."
Edward rolled his eyes and sighed at my behavior. "Are we really going to go through this again?" He gave the lace frill a tug. "You can either behave and comply, or I can force you. Your choice." He spoke coolly. His eyes narrowed into slits. "Now, arms up."

Stubborn being my middle name, a took a step back so that the lace frill slipped from in between his fingers. I glared at him as he fisted his hand, his eyes narrowing threateningly.
"I said no." I spoke in defiance. I balled my hands at my side as he watched me. He stood tall and poised, looming over me, his rubies flecked with black. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his expression murderous. He took a dominating step toward me. I stood my ground, all though I was shaking with fear.
"Isabella." He hissed. He raised his eyebrows in warning. I was pushing it.
I thought about how he had taken me from my home. How I could no longer feel safe, or protected, or sane. I thought of my father; I didn't even know if he was alive. I worried for Rosalie. For Thresh. And then I lunged at Edward with my right fist raised, my teeth bared and my eyes narrowed. I didn't expect him to catch my fist easily in his palm, my body colliding with his marble chest. I looked up at him through my lashes, my brave façade diminishing as I cast a glance at his expression.

He looked livid; beyond murderous. He looked like a true vampire in all his predator glory. His upper lip was pulled back and his pearly white canines made me reevaluate my actions. His cool breathe fanned across my face as fear crept through me.
"I think it's time," he spoke through bared teeth. "You learn just who's in charge."

Shit.

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