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WARNING: In this chapter there are a few parts where there is some violence/interrogations scene. Slightly Graphic. Please be warned. Just wanted to throw it out there just in case.

Edward POV:

I sorted through my mail. I had been away for about a month. Stopping at the work camp Alderney in the Channel Islands, where I found Isabella, was my last stop. Mostly to see how my factories were being run. It was a damn good thing I did too.

And not just because I found Isabella. Well, Bella in my mind. But the workers were suffering from severe malnutrition. And for no reason! I paid for the food! I paid for the blankets! I paid for the fucking water used to bathe their filthy bodies! I paid for everything. And yet they were starved. And their bathing halls were untouched. Where the fuck did all my money go? Why were they not being cleaned? Dirty slaves bunched together in tents was a recipe for disease. No wonder most looked sickly. They should be bathed or sprayed off at least once every three days.

Those guards sat on their asses all day while smoking the cigars, that I, again, paid for. While my money went to shit.

I mean, it's not like I hurt for money. Fuck. I had more than enough to afford any and everything I could ever want. But I'm not one for waste.

Shooting slaves instead of punishing them was also a huge waste. Isabella no doubt would have been shot had I not interfered. Now I didn't wonder why I was getting constant notifications about that camp needing more workers. Each worker costed money. And I'll be damned if I sit around and let those idiots waste my resources.

I already had signed several documents to have those guards removed and new ones put in. I also increased the amount of food delivered to the camp with instructions that the workers be fed more often to make up for their lack of nutrition.

I leaned my head back and massaged my face. All I could see was her face. Her eyes. He damn near perfect body in that black dress. I couldn't resist touching her earlier. I had not originally intended to make her cum. But it was just too easy. Her body responded so quickly to every touch. Once I touched her I knew it would be so easy to make her body submit to me, even if she fought it.

And those sounds she made. The way her body moved as she threw her head back in pure ecstasy. I smiled. It was too simple, I laughed. She moaned and begged like a whore, even though I knew she was a virgin. That much was obvious. I could only imagine what she would sound like with my cock in her.

Oh, to fuck that tight wet pussy while staring into those eyes. I groaned at the excitement. I had every intention in doing so in time. But not yet. There were some things I needed to take care of before I could allow her to distract me so. Once I started fucking her, it would be hard to stop, and I had too many obligations at the moment. For now, I just enjoyed her.

I enjoyed the fact that she was intelligent, for a slave. That was the first thing I noticed about her when we first met. She pretended she was weak, so I would not choose her. Silly. And childish. But also unusual for a camp slave. She should have wanted to be chosen like all the others. But she dreaded it. I had thought it was possible for her to be spy. Which prompted me even more to buy her. Perhaps she was part of the resistance. Or knew something about its whereabouts. But either she was a damn good liar, or she knew nothing about it. I was going with my second conclusion.

The resistance. A ridiculous band of runaway slaves. Every one of them I captured refused to give the name of their leaders or locations. Well, one did give me the name of where his group was stationed in exchange for mercy.

After hours of maiming his body, electric shocks, and questioning, he agreed to give me the information I needed. Of course, I promised him mercy in exchange for his confession. He was a fool to believe it though. Besides, he had already betrayed the Realm and he obviously showed no loyalty to his cause either. He was a snake to both parties. Nothing else to do with a snake but cut its head.

Apparently even his own party did not trust him. When I stormed in with my troops, there was no one to be found. They had picked up and moved the group. It was clear they had been there and had recently moved on too.

There was nothing I craved more than the taste of victory on the day I would discover the heart of the resistance. I would take my time torturing each one. They all deserved to die a traitor's death for showing disloyalty to the Realm. I wanted it more than anything. I worked and hunted tirelessly for it.

I had put a stop to other small uprisings before, but nothing as big as this one. If I could just find a way to infiltrate their system. Their recent strategy was sending in spies to the Realm posed as slaves, getting information, and sneaking supplies out of our storage rooms. Missing antibiotics, bandages, food. I narrowed my eyes. It was clear the rebels had inside help.

I had already found several traitors and put them to death after many hours of useless interrogations. Still it did not solve the root of the problem. I needed something big. I needed to capture one of their leaders. Oh, if only I could get my hands on just one of their leaders. I would deliver such hell upon him until I got what I needed.

I heaved a sigh, as I stood up and walked to the small room where Bella was. And should be sleeping. I laughed to myself, god help her if she's not. Or at least she better be a damn good faker. I gave her an hour to get to sleep. It had been well over an hour.

I unlocked the door slowly and entered the room calmly. I stopped at the edge of the bed and looked her over. She looked fast asleep. Good girl. Her breathing was even. Her lips were half parted as she let out small breathes. Our journey home had been long, and her body needed the rest. I couldn't believe she was scrubbing floors! She should have been resting as I did.

She stirred a little in her sleep suddenly and I laughed a little. Her brows creased, and she made little movements with her lips. I squatted down and put my face close to hers. I could see strands of hair sticking to her hot sweaty forehead. Her cheeks were slightly red and her lips dry.

I leaned in and smelled her face, then moved slightly to her hair. She smelled like spices, and coconut soap. I inhaled deeply filling my nostrils with her scent. Fuck. She smelled good. How was it that she worked at one of my camps all this time and I never knew it? And how was she still unspoiled by men? Untouched. I snorted. If I had been a guard at the camp I would have fucked her a long time ago. In fact, every day. Every damn day I would have taken her in the back, bent her over, and shoved my cock in her.

She moved slightly, and I jerked my head away.

I chuckled. She certainly was a mouth breather. Her orgasm must have put her out completely. Which was half my reason for giving her one. The other half was sheer enjoyment. I had made a lot of women cum, but it usually wasn't their first one. I won't deny that I've mastered the art of making any woman cum. I knew exactly what I was doing and where to touch Bella. It must have been intense for her to be with someone as experienced as I was. I reached out and gently ran my thumb across her lips, rubbing them lightly.

Oh my god. Those lips looked amazing. I could just imagine them wrapped around my cock. And those eyes looking up at me. My dick hardened. "Fuck," I breathed out. She would need some practice, but I'm sure she would learn fast. "Bella," I whispered, "I can't wait to use your mouth." Holy shit, that would feel so good. I put a few strands of hair behind her ear.

She was so young, and fresh. "Such innocence." And it was mine to claim. She was completely untouched. And beauti-. Well, she was more appealing than most slaves.

I stood. I needed to leave before I ravished her. I mean it didn't matter of course, she was a worthless slave. It was my right as her superior to use her in whatever way I deemed fit. I didn't care if she begged or screamed. In fact, it made me harder. 'But a little more time', I thought for her to adjust to her position.

I would need to rub one out though. I couldn't work with a hard on. I tipped my head to the side, looking at her, while rubbing my hard cock. I loosened my belt and pulled it out completely. Hopefully she stayed asleep. It would be quick. I pulled Bella's covers down a little and sucked in a stiff breath as I saw her hand between her legs touching herself, her dress hiked up around her thighs.

Perfect. Just what I needed to see. I couldn't have asked for a better porn shot.

I jerked my hard cock, focusing my attention on her hand and her nipples that showed through the thin material. "Fuck," I whispered. I rubbed the head of my cock with my thumb and made long strides up and down its length. I breathed out long slow breaths as I neared my released.

"Oh. Oh shit. Yes, that's good." I looked at her face and then came. A little cum shot out onto the side of the sheets next to her hand, but most got on my hand. I laughed a little. A little more distance than I was expecting.

I should have brought a towel or something. I rubbed the cum into the sheets, so it would not show as much. But I needed to clean myself up. I squeezed my cock and let the rest ooze out onto my hand and then put it away, zipping my pants with my other hand.

I walked out quickly and grabbed a nearby shirt I had laid over a chair and wiped my hands on it. I needed that release.

When I came back in Bella's room, I pulled the blankets up around her and tucked her back in tightly.

As I looked at her in a peaceful sleep, I found that I envied the fact that she could find such a deep sleep so quickly. Sleep was always a rarity for me. I was lucky if I got a few good hours.

I left, locking the door behind me. Suddenly there was a knock at my door. "Speak," I said slightly irritated. It better be good reason.

"It's Mike Sir."

"Come in."

He entered with a look of apprehension and paused. What the fuck was he staring at?! Speak or get the fuck out.

"Well what is it?" I growled.

"Your men just captured a young man. They urgently request your presence. The man was found snooping around the premises of one of the bases set up for training and simulations. They do not know his intent or if he planned to use them, but he did have explosives on him. They delivered him to the Red Room."

Praise the Lord it really was my lucky day. "Was he alone?"

"It would seem that way."

I went to my closet and pulled out one of my many uniforms. 'Hello old friend. Time to do our civic duty.' I smiled. It truly was a pleasure. 'I think I'll have a little fun today.' The bastard will regret ever challenging the Realm. I would make sure of that.

I went into my restroom to change. It was a quick transformation.

When I came out I grabbed my fedora and placed it on my head with pride. "Isabella is asleep in the corner room," I said approaching Mike. "She's been asleep for a good three hours. Give her another hour, then regardless if she is still sleep, get her up. Bring her some food. Let her use the toilet if she needs to. But keep a close watch on her. She is not allowed to have contact with any of the other servants. And she is not allowed leave that room. If she tries to speak with you, make it clear that beyond carrying out my orders you will not have any conversation with her. Once finished, tell her she is confined to the bed and then lock the door behind you."

"Yes Sir. It will be done. Should the staff be expecting you back for dinner?"

"No. I'm sure at some point I will eat. But it will not be in the dining hall."

"I will make sure to wait up on your return and arrange a plate just in case." Excellent. I nodded once.

I looked at the door to the room where Bella slept. She really didn't deserve anything from me. Well maybe a paddle and a few slaps to the face. Depriving her of company, and conversation the rest of the night would serve her right for not resting when she should have been. Plus, I knew she hated being confined to her bed. I smiled.

"Mike."

"Yes Master Cullen?"

"Be sure to look in on her occasionally through the cameras. Make sure she stays in that bed. If she gets out, I want to know."

"I will do so."

I sighed as I walked over to my desk. "If, and only if, she has been good, and I am not back by the curfew time, give her this." I held out the book Bella had been reading on the train to Mike. "But she must be exceptional in her obedience. I'll leave that to your judgment."

"I understand Master Cullen," he said taking the book. Although he could not hide his confusion. It was rare for a slave to read. Of course, Mike could read, but he was the head of my house in my absence. It was necessary. But Bella was a lowly house slave.

"Keep silent about her ability to read." Mike looked very suspicious. I didn't blame him. He was always looking out for me and my house. And Bella being a learned slave only spelled out spy to him. I had my suspicions too, but perhaps it went far deeper than her. Her mother. And whoever taught her. It could be a long chain of disloyal members to the Realm. Perhaps even some of those in power had sided with the rebellion.

One could not be too careful.

"Certainly. Not a word from me Sir."

Better not be. I left and made my way down to the Red Room. I smirked at the thought of being in my element. The screams of a grown man pleading for mercy as I rained down hell upon him. Oh, I would get answers from him. This capture would tell me everything.

I was greeted by two of my men who saluted me with respect. "Captain, we salute you." they said.

"Likewise," I said making my way closer to the door of the Red Room. I loved my job. "What can you tell me?"

They hurried to keep up with me. "Sir, we caught him looking about the perimeter. He claims he was just a hunter who lost his way. But when we searched his pack, he had explosives on him. He claims they are for setting traps, but he also ran when we caught him snooping about. We also found this on him." I stopped and turned to look at the item he was holding.

A notebook.

I took it and flipped through it quickly. I stopped at a drawing of what looked like the structure of my home. What the fuck? Was he planning on planting bombs near my home? I squinted and turned it from side to side looking at it.

Something slid and dropped out of the book. I bent down and picked up a couple of photographs analyzing them. One was of a little girl. A child of his perhaps. I smiled. Good bribing material. Innocent children were the best blackmail and the best incentive to be truthful. If not, something just might happen to his little girl.

I flipped through a few more. More pictures of the little girl. Even one with her mother. Well it looked like her mother. She was a spitting image of the older woman whose lap she happily sat on. Ah. A wife perhaps. I looked closer at the picture of the little girl and her mother.

The mother. She looked familiar. I again squinted at the little girl in the picture. Those eyes. That hair. Her face. It looked like-. Like- no.

"Isabella?" I confusingly said without thinking.

"Sir?" One of my men said.

I shook my head. It can't be. It couldn't be. I glanced back at the image. It sure as hell looked like her though.

"Sir." The man said. It jerked me out of my thoughts as I looked at him. "Should we precede with the interrogation?"

"Yes. Of course." I shoved the pictures back into the notebook and opened the door to the Red Room. The captured man sat in a chair with his hands tied to the arms and his feet to the legs. His body was hunched over with his head down.

"Leave us." My men looked quizzically at me.

"Now." I said in stern tone. They slowly filed out, confused. I didn't blame them. They were always present when I tortured men.

Once the door was shut I walked slowly over to the man who neither acknowledged my presence nor made a move in his position. Almost as if he had already accepted his fate.

I cleared my throat as I took a seat across the table from him.

"Let's start simple. This doesn't have to be a painful experience. For you."

The man laughed. "But I was so looking forward to seeing your work up close. They say you are a master at what you do," he spat out.

"A master at getting answers. But I agree, the ways I go about getting those answers are persuasive."

"Persuade away Mr. Cullen."

I smirked. The man had yet to even look up at me.

"You know my name. How about you tell me yours."

"Does it matter?"

"What were you doing when my men found you?"

"I was admiring your home. Lovely place you have." I took a deep breath.

"Why? What is it you are after?" He remained silent. I scooted my chair forward. "What is it you are after?"

"I'm just a humble hunter who lost his way."

Liar.

"Can anyone confirm this? Family? A wife? A child? Will anyone be missing you? If so, I will go get their testimony and this will all have been a big mistake. You will be free to go, and you will have my sincerest apology."

"No wife. No children."

I gritted my teeth.

"Why were you carrying explosives? I have been hunting before and never required the use of such weapons."

"I hunt bears. The winters are cold. I may not have a wife or children, but I am part of a family." Ah. Maybe the pictures were of his family. A sister maybe and her child. "The explosives are not powerful."

"My inspectors will be the judge of that. How about a name."

"Vincent."

I smiled.

"Vincent. Is this your book?" For the first time he looked up, his braided locks falling in his face. He half smiled.

"It was given to me."

"By whom?" Silence. He put his head back down. I slammed the book on the table. "This contains a layout of my home. Now how would a humble hunter come across such a book! I will ask again, who gave you this book?"

"A man." I stood up and walked over to my tools. I picked up a small sharp poker. I walked slowly back over to Vincent.

"What is the man's name?" I said slowly. He said nothing. I shoved the poker into his hand letting it sink in. He let out a loud scream of pain. "Don't fuck with me. Give me the man's name. Or I swear to god that that woman and her child in those pictures I found in the book will burn slowly to death. After I cut their tongues out. And their eyes. Then their limbs. Do not make your family pay for your sins."

He grunted in pain. "They are not my family," he breathed out. I twisted the poker and he screamed even louder.

"A name. Give me a name. How did a hunter such as yourself come across a book containing information about the structure of my home? A book carrying pictures of a woman and a child that are not even part of your family?"

"The man is dead! I do not know his name! He was dead in the woods! So, I took the book from his things and put it in my pack. It is someone else you seek to find. Not me."

I pulled the poker out of his bleeding hand and listened as he heaved in pain. I walked around him slowly.

"So, you stole the book. It was not given to you as you said it was."

"Yes," he sighed. I doubt that.

"And where do you live?"

"A cabin in the woods. We are poor Sir. We do not have much."

"The Realm takes care of all its people. If you are who you say you are, tell me where I might find this cabin. I will have my men search it down. Surly your family will vouch for you. And hand over your papers of identification."

"Without disrespect Sir, you have stabbed my hand without any proof of my identification. Why would I give you access to my family? Clearly you mean to harm them or use them against me."

"I seek only the truth. And you seem to be withholding answers. But I'm also a man of my word. If you can prove you are a humble hunter, and a loyal supporter of the Realm, I will not harm a single hair on any of your family's head. But I doubt such a cabin exists."

"You think you fight for the Realm? You fight for greed and power."

"I fight for justice. I uphold the laws of our great system. And I weed out the disloyal."

"The Realm is everything but just. It is cruel. It is built on treating humans like slaves." I smirked. Spoken like a true traitor.

"Animals, you mean. They are not human. They are rubbish. The Realm kindly allows them life when all of them should be killed for their inferiority."

"Perhaps one day that will change."

I snorted as I took my seat across from him again. "Vincent. Be kind to yourself. We both know you are not a hunter. You are part of the rebellion. Such radical ideals do not come from supporters of the Realm. So, let's cut the bullshit. And stop wasting time."

"Then by all means. Continue with the torturing. Do your worst."

My worst. Did he even know what he was saying? I didn't even consider the stab to his hand as a starting point.

"You are aware," I said standing up, "I hope, of what you are asking for." I picked up a knife and held it up to the light.

"I consider it an honor to suffer for what I believe in."

I laughed.

"And what do you believe in? A pack of renegade slaves fighting for a cause that is hopeless?" I stood in front of him, leaning my backside on the table.

"Freedom."

I gave him a mocking smirk. To even hear the word come from his mouth was humorous.

"At one point, your bred did have freedom. And you did nothing with it but cause chaos and ruin. Not only to the earth, but also to each other. Now the world is at peace. There is order. There is freedom. Your race is controlled and in the position it should have been from the beginning."

"There is no difference. God created humans. We are all human. And we all deserve the same rights."

I heaved a heavy sigh. He would preach to me now. "God. God allowed our great Realm to be blessed. With power and order. And he has shown mercy to your inferior race by allowing you to live under us. By the grace of God, you live. Every breath you take is an underserved kindness. Do you not think we could easily exterminate all of you in a matter of moments?"

"Then why haven't you?"

I smiled. "Our God is merciful. As I in turn will be merciful if you tell me where I may find the others who support this rebellion."

"My God is merciful too. I'm sure when we succeed and rise, he will give you a quick death."

I jolted forward and stabbed the knife into the same hand I had stabbed earlier. He yelled and grunted at the pain. He looked at me and spit in my face in anger. So, I yanked the knife out and slammed it down on his index finger, chopping it off.

He threw his head back and yelled profanities. I smiled. "I'll piss in your skull when you are dead," I said, trying to contain the excitement I felt. His blood dripped to the floor, as he wiggled his hand.

I frowned as he started to laugh. "Is that the best you can do?"

I smirked. Well at least he put up a good front. But his whole body was shaking. I hadn't even gotten started.

I moved around the table and took my seat across from him. I pulled out one of the pictures of the girl and her mother and slowly slid it in front of him. "Tell me about this woman and the girl in the picture. Unless you want me to continue chopping your fingers." He looked at it and then at me.

"I do not know them."

"But you know of them. What are their names?"

Silence.

"What are their names!"

"I suppose whatever names they have been given."

I glared at him.

"Perhaps you need some time to think of their names. I'm sure their names are somewhere in your brain. You just need to remember them."

I got up and opened the door to allow my men to join me. They looked at the lone finger on the ground in a puddle of blood and then back at me.

"This man's name is Vincent. Let's show him what happens to those who rebel against the Realm without remorse." I looked back at Vincent whose eyes were fixed on me. "We will start with the rack. My personal favorite. She's an old machine, but very persuasive."

With one nod to me I watched as they took him from the chair and moved him to the long rectangular wooden bed. He yelped in pain from the loss of his finger as they roughly moved him. His ankles were fastened to one roller while at the other end his wrists were chained to the other.

His body shook, as he stared at me with wide eyes of fear. I smiled on the inside. That was the look I was familiar with. The look in his eyes filled me with joy. One way or another I would get answers.

"Now," I leaned in close to him, "let me tell you how this will work. I will ask the questions. If you chose not to answer, gradually my men will increase the tension on the chains. If you remain silent long enough, your joints will be slowly dislocated and eventually separate. You will hear first hand the cracking of your own bones."

"I don't know the girl!" He shouted.

"I want to know who gave you this notebook," I said holding it up in the air, "because I don't believe you got it off a dead man. I want a name."

He turned away.

I motioned to one of my men who turned the wheel to stretch the man out. I could hear his screams as his muscles stretched and cracked from the first turn.

"A name," I repeated.

"Go to hell you devil," he spat out. I nodded to one of men again.

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Isabella's POV

I sat on my bed. Just waiting. Mike had come in to wake me up on Edward's orders to feed me and let me use the restroom.

My door opened, and I sat up on my bed. Mike had a tray of food which he set before me.

"Here. Eat." I was not a dog.

"Do you have to say it that way? I'm not a dog." Mike didn't say anything just motioned for me to eat.

I picked up a piece of bread and shoved it into my mouth. After a few moments of chewing I looked up at Mike who seemed to be studying me. It was downright uncomfortable.

"Are you going to stay here the entire time?"

"Yes." His tone was clipped and with no emotion at all.

"Did Mater Cullen order you to stay the whole time?" I said with disgust.

"That is not your concern."

Whatever. I rolled my eyes, putting a small slice of cheese in my mouth. This whole place had Edward's eyes everywhere. Everyone feared to piss him off.

"I can take my plate down to the kitchens when I am done. You don't have to stay if you don't want to."

"No. You will stay in this room. You will eat. And then you are confined to your bed. You are not to move about the room. Master's orders."

My eyes widened. Why? I did not deserve this. I had done nothing wrong!

"Did he say why?" I said angrily. I could feel the anger rising in my blood.

"Again, that is none of your concern. Also, you may not continue to have conversation with me. I have pasted on the Master's orders and that is the end of our conversation. Finish eating."

"Oh, so I am not to even speak to you? Just remain silent?"

He nodded once.

My god. Unfailing loyalty to a monster. It was sickening. I turned away from him in irritation. How could he just accept his lower position in life as a way of living? I mean couldn't he bend the rules a little? It's not like Edward would know.

I finished my food and then handed the plate to Mike. After taking it, he paused.

"Do you need to use the restroom before I leave? This is your only chance for a while. Once I leave, you are not allowed out of the bed."

That did not make sense! What if I had an emergency? It was unreasonable. "There must be some exception. What if I need to use the restroom and you are not here?"

"There is no exception. Only punishments. You will not leave that bed. Go now. If not, you will have to hold it till the next check."

"Next check? Which is when?"

"Till the Master or I come in." That wasn't a real answer. I stood from the bed and marched to the restroom. Once there I forced myself to at least pee.

As I came out, Mike greeted me. He was practically inches from the door as I opened it. He pointed to the bed in the small room and scrutinized me as he watched me sit down on my bed. I felt like a bug under a microscope.

I glared at him as I sat on my bed with nothing to do. So, this was Edward's way of punishing me. Punishing me for wanting to learn the rules of the house. It was confusing. He punished me for not knowing the rules, and now he was punishing me for trying too hard to learn the rules.

"Have a good evening Isabella," he said closing the door behind him. I heard him lock it as well.

I slammed my head on my pillow staring at the blank walls. What was I supposed to do!? Honestly, I wished he had put me to work. Just lying on the bed with nothing to do was awful. I couldn't even get up and look out the window!

I closed my eyes willing my body to sleep but it wouldn't. I kept tossing and turning in the small bed. At one point I threw my covers off in irritation and watched them fall to the floor. I would much rather be doing work. Something. Anything. I hated to just sit in bed. Edward must have got off on having so much control over my life. He could just simply confine me to my bed. Which was far worse than putting me to work in my opinion.

The passage of time was indicated on the blank walls as they grew darker and darker as the sun disappeared. It felt like it had been hours. My body grew restless and I longed to get up and stretch my legs.

Would anyone check on me again? Or would I just stay here the remainder of the night? Mike said he or Edward would be in for another check, but as the room grew darker so did that hope. Perhaps it was just another sick game of Edward's.

The room was almost in complete darkness and I thought, whose to know if I should get up anyhow in the dark? I could at least stretch my legs and move about a little.

I suddenly heard a small click. Then a small ceiling corner light instantly came on, lighting the room moderately well. It must have been set to automatically come on. No one was around. Or at least I did not hear anyone.

I bit my lip. There was no chance of getting up now under cover of darkness. Why did Edward have to think of everything? His eyes always had to be on me. I put my face in my pillow squeezing clumps of it in irritation.

My ears perked as I heard soft faint movements from the other side of the door. I sat up and looked at the door. I longed for some interaction. Perhaps it was Mike coming to set me free from my prison. I didn't care if it was only to use the restroom. I wanted to get up. In fact, it would be enough just to see another human. To break the silence, I had been in for hours.

I looked to the door, commanding it to open. But it did not. I sat up completely to listen better. But it was silent. It could not have been my imagination. I heard noises. I continued to stare at the door in hopes that it would magically open. When it did not, I eventually laid back down.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Molly in the Inn where we had stayed. I missed her. I missed seeing her face when she would wake me and bring me food. I wondered what she was doing now. Something far more interesting than me I was sure.

Maybe baking a cake. Folding napkins. What would life be like if Molly and I could just run away? Into the woods. Off the grid. Maybe join the resistance. Fight for our rights.

I heard the door unlock and open. Edward stood in the doorway hunched over. I could not see his eyes due to his fedora covering them, but he seemed to be studying me.

He did not say anything as he turned around and left my doorway. I leaned to the side as I watched him disappear from my sight.

Did that mean I could get up? Should I follow him? Is that why he left my door open? I sat in my bed too afraid to risk another punishment. It would be torture to be confined to my bed another day.

"Isabella, come," Edward's voice commanded from his room. I stood from my bed slowly letting my legs adjust to my full body weight.

Edward was sitting lazily on his chair. This same chair he had sat in when he touched me in unspeakable ways.

I approached him with caution. I could not tell what sort of mood he was in, nor did I want a repeat of earlier events. He was in his uniform with his head laid back. It was like approaching a sleeping dragon.

When I stopped at a certain distance, he lifted his head and looked at me, his blue eyes peeking beneath the rim of his cap. His gaze was firm as his eyes freely roamed over me. I looked to the ground at me feet, feeling uncomfortable.

The last time he looked at me that way he had stuck his fingers inside me. My body instantly recalled the feeling as I felt an unwelcome ache between my legs. I kicked myself on the inside.

"Take off my boots."

Right away, I sprang to do so. I unlaced them one by one and then pulled each of them off. They were a little wet, like he had stepped in a puddle of water or something. His socks on the inside seemed to be dry though.

"There is a small tub with soap and a cloth under the cabinet in my restroom. Fill the tub with warm water from the sink and bring it back along with the soap and cloth."

I stood to do so quickly but felt Edward grip my arm tightly.

"Have you forgotten how to address your Master after an order is given? One would think you are a mute. Perhaps I should make you one."

"No Sir." So, he was in a punishing mood. Great.

"Do you need a lesson?"

"No Sir. No lesson is needed. I am sorry Master." The last thing I needed was another day of confinement. I would rather the paddle.

"I shouldn't have to remind you of something so simple." I could feel the punishment coming. Edward's face held no emotion of pardoning me.

"I am sorry Master. Please forgive me." I didn't want this now. I had just finished with my confinement. "Please don't punish me, Sir. It won't happen again." I whispered.

"It shouldn't have happened at all." He released my arm. "Do as I say. And hurry back."

"Yes Sir," I nodded.

I found the tub, cloth and soap. Filled the tub with warm water and carried it carefully back to him.

"Set it by my feet."

"Yes Sir." It was annoying to say the same thing after every command. But if two words set me free from his wrath it was worth it. I set down the tub and went to grab the cloth and soap I had set aside to use both hands to carry the tub.

When I returned Edward had removed his socks, rolled up the bottoms of his pants, and had placed his feet into the water. He glanced towards me.

"I assume you know what to do," he said looking at the rag and soap in my hand. Clean his feet.

I nodded. And almost moved but then stopped. "Yes Sir," I added. He nodded in approval. I moved down and curled my legs underneath my butt.

His pants were rolled up to the bottom of his knees leaving most of his legs well exposed. I threw the soap inside the rag and dipped both in the water. When the rag was well lathered with the soap I picked up his foot and held it up with one hand as my other glided the rag across his heel.

Edward let out a sigh as he leaned his back and placed his hands behind his head. His cap was sitting next to him on the small table, so I could see his eyes were closed.

I immersed his soapy foot into the water once satisfied that I had scrubbed all around his foot and between his toes.

"My legs too," he said in a tired tone without even looking at me. I paused before grabbing the other foot. "Yes, Sir." I narrowed my eyes at him. Thank goodness his eyes were shut.

I dipped the rag in the water and rinsed his leg rubbing it around his hamstring. He mumbled something under his breath and then let out another sigh. I lathered the rag up and washed his leg well. Rubbing the soap into pale his skin.

I then repeated the entire process on the other leg and foot. At one-point Edward looked so relaxed that it looked as if he had fallen asleep. Once I was finished I paused for a moment.

"Dump the water. Towels are in the cabinet in my bathroom," he said barely above a whisper.

"Yes, Sir." I placed his wet feet on the soft carpet and hobbled over to the bathroom with the tub of water. After dumping the water down the sink, I squeezed out the rag and set it beside the soap in the sink. I grabbed a towel and sat down in my place to dry his legs and feet.

Edward leaned up a little and handed me a bottle. "Oils for my legs and feet. Massage until I tell you to stop."

I took the small bottle and looked into his eyes. He certainly looked more relaxed. "Yes, Sir," I said looking away. His hand cupped my chin and lifted till our eyes met again. He smirked. "I'm pleased with you so far." I hated the feeling of pleasure that spread through my body at his praise. It felt nice to be praised. I liked it. And that is what made me even more nauseous.

Was I really just a good pet now? Seeking his approval?

As he was leaned forward my eyes caught sight of the red coloring that stained the front of his uniform. Blood? He did not seem to be hurt. So, someone else's blood? A shiver ran up my spine.

"I am happy to please you Master," I said. Even though I felt enjoyment from his praise to utter the words made me sick.

He released my chin and ran the back his hand against my cheek.

"Good girl, Bella." And there was that irritating warm feeling again that spread through my body.

I dried his feet and legs and then poured some of the oil onto one of his feet. I worked in the oil letting my fingers glide and rub in between his toes.

"Mmmm," Edward hummed placing his hands behind his head and leaning back further than before. As he slouched down and stretched out further his legs became more accessible. I didn't have to lean forward so far to get a good hold on them.

I have never given a massage before, but I did my best to put pressure on his legs as I ran my hands down the back of the leg I worked on. I pushed both my thumbs into the bottom of his foot as hard as my thumbs would push.

I thought it would hurt him, but he had nothing but a content smile on his lips as he rested. As I ran my hands up and down the sides of his leg I could feel his pulsating muscles. They were strong and well-shaped.

I repeated the same massage on his other leg. I massaged him for a long while. To the point where I started to space off mentally as I absently rubbed the oil into his soft warm skin. Edward was completely still except for his soft breathing. This time I really did think he fell asleep.

My eyes ran down his soiled uniformed chest and then regrettably to that same lump between his parted legs. I felt the heat in my cheeks and I quickly turned away.

However, feeling a little bolder since Edward's eyes were closed, I glanced back at it again. His pants were bunched up which only seemed to better outline the size of his—um, member.

I couldn't take my eyes off it. I had never seen one before. Well, not uncovered. I was curious. I rubbed Edward's legs, one hand on each leg slowly while looking at the bulge. Was it possible for someone to be too big to do the act? Or did it always fit? Would it hurt to have it shoved inside? I had heard the guards at the camp rape women before, it did not sound pleasant.

"How was your day Isabella?"

My head jerked up to see Edward's eyes staring down at me. His hands that nestled the back of his head had slightly leaned his head up. My face reddened even more.

I was not sure if he saw where my eyes were, but I thought I should be more careful. He could very well take it as an insult.

"It was good Sir," I said swiftly hoping it would end the conversation. My day was not good, but I didn't think he wanted to hear my thoughts of protest about being confined to my bed.

He laughed. "Did you get some good sleep?"

"Yes Master. But I would have preferred to work. Not be forced to sit and do nothing." The words just came out. Like word vomit. I looked up at him.

"I wouldn't have to restrict you so if you had good sense to rest on your own."

"I would have rested on my own if I had known you wanted me to," I jeered back. He raised one brow in warning.

"I don't just give slaves a day off because I'm kind. I made it clear that you were to learn your responsibilities, but your work would start the next day."

"It was not clear to me."

"Then you were not paying attention."

"I would not have deliberately disobeyed you. As you can see all I have ever done is tried to obey you."

A smile spread across his lips. "I do see that. That is why you were not thrown over my knee earlier for forgetting how to address me. An elementary thing, you should never forget."

I continued to massage his feet but with more force. "You said you would make the rules clearer, before you punished me. As I said I feel the command that I must rest was not clear."

"I made it very clear Isabella," his smile disappeared, "That is enough. Do not lecture me on my actions. It is far from your place. You have been good tonight, do not spoil it. This night can change very quickly."

I looked away frustrated. It was not clear. And it was unfair of him to assume it was.

"You may stop now," he said pulling his legs away from my hands. "Mike will be up soon with my meal. Open the door for him when he arrives. I'm going to take a shower."

I watched as he stood and stretched his arms and body upwards. There was more blood on his uniform than I had first noticed. What had he done? And to whom?

"Are your hurt Sir?" I could see he was not, but I wanted any info he would give me. He looked down at his uniform.

"Not at all. Just part of my line of work." I remembered what Molly had said about him. That he was known for his horrible methods of getting information. And Jessica had mentioned a Red Room.

"The Red Room?" I whispered. Edward paused as he looked down at me still in my sitting position. He put his warm hand under my chin and lifted it.

"Where did you hear that name?" Oh. I didn't want to get anyone in trouble. I did not know it was a secret.

"I-I just hear things. From conversations is all. No one in particular. I was just curious."

"You always are. It's amusing at times, but curiosity is not always a good thing. The Red Room is a real place. It is where I do great work for the Realm."

"Hurting people?"

"Only traitors to the Realm. I acquire information I need through certain methods. Then I use that information to protect innocent ones."

"Would I ever be taken there?" His brows creased into a frown.

"Why would you ask that? Are you a traitor to the Realm?"

"N-n-no. I mean if I ever displeased you." His thumb rubbed the side of my cheek.

"No. It is reserved for betrayers only. And often, it is the last place many men see."

"You mean you-you-ki-"

"I protect the innocent by weeding out the corrupt. If you are obedient to me Isabella, you should not fear the Red Room." He dropped my chin. "No more questions. I need to wash."

Edward walked off and shut the door to his bathroom. I let out a nervous breath when I heard the sound of running water.

So, Edward tortured and murdered people for a living. That is what he was celebrated for? For killing? For being a master killer? That was disturbing on many levels.

As Edward said, Mike came in shortly with Edward's dinner. He took it upon himself to set it on the side table next to what seemed to me was his favorite personal lounge chair.

"Good evening Isabella." He smiled. I looked at him strangely. Was he suddenly allowed to speak to me? Had his master given him permission? Was he being a good dog?

"Hello." I said plainly.

"I hope the Master enjoys his meal. And I hope you have a good night. I am glad you are off confinement."

"Are you? You seemed just fine with it earlier."

Mike looked a little hurt but quickly hid it. "I have my orders to follow Isabella. I like to keep the peace. And that means making sure the Master's orders are followed."

I nodded in understanding. I suppose I could not blame him too much. I too followed Edward's orders to keep the peace in my own life. He was not too different from me.

"Master likes his meals with wine. Perhaps you can pour him a glass without him asking. He appreciates the small things."

"Thank you? But why are you helping me? Wouldn't you rather pour it and take the credit for yourself?"

"Despite what you may think about me, I don't like to see you punished. I have seen many of the slaves here punished for not understanding the Master's lack of tolerance for mistakes. If I can help you, I will. As long as it does not conflict with my orders."

Well that was unexpected. "Thank you. I appreciate that." I really did. He didn't need to look out for me, but he seemed to be doing so.

I knew he was a rule follower, but I appreciated him being on my side. After all he knew the Master far better than I.

He nodded once and turned to leave.

"Mike?"

He faced me slowly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said earlier. About your liking my punishment. I just say stupid things sometimes."

He smiled. "No. You meant it. But I forgive you. I know adjusting to life in this house takes time. Even if it seems unfair at times."

I smirked as he left. I was starting to have a new appreciation for Mike. Well more like an understanding.

I heard the water in the shower go off. 'The wine,' I thought. I rushed over to pour Edward a glass of red wine. I set it gently by his food and then sat down next to his chair on the floor with my legs folded beneath me.

I really was turning into a good dog.

After sitting for a little bit, the bathroom door opened and out stepped a shirtless Edward. He wore a comfortable looking pair of grey sweats as he ran a towel roughly through his wet hair. After wiping his face a few times, he threw the towel lazily onto the floor.

Wet locks of hair still clung to the sides of his face as he walked towards me. He looked magnificently handsome. I hated how irresistible he looked. Always. They were feelings I shouldn't be feeling. But his body was perfect. Sculpted like a God. A God built for war.

A smile spread across his lips. "Perfect," he said looking at me. "It's nice to see you learning your place." He stood next to me and lifted the top off his food. The smells oozed out. It smelled like rosemary, and wine. "Looks delicious," he said in a low voice. He picked up his glass of wine and took a sip. "Did you pour my wine?"

"Yes Sir."

"Fill it up to the rim next time. I assumed you poured it, since Mike would have known better."

I half rolled my eyes. There was no end to his complaints. No thankfulness. Only more critical comments. Constantly picking at minor details.

"Yes Sir," I said slightly peeved.

He snorted a chuckled as he took his seat. He grabbed his meal and began to eat without another glance in my direction. The room was silent except for the clanking sounds of his fork hitting his expensive porcine plate. I listened to him gobble down his meal while every once and awhile taking a sip of wine.

It looked like a breaded chicken in a white sauce. Potatoes. And green beans. It looked very good. I started to watch each bite he maneuvered onto his fork as he delivered it to his mouth. The bites where small, but fast. He wasted no time in assembling more food onto his fork after each small bite.

Once finished he moved the plate aside and grabbed his glass of wine swirling it around a few times.

"Thank you, Bella. For a pleasant evening." He reached down and ran his fingers through the top of my hair. "I'm very happy with you. It's calmed me considerably."

I heard a crinkling noise. Like a plastic wrapper. "I have something for you," he said. I looked up to him with renewed interest. He was opening something. I squinted at it.

"A treat for you. I think you will like it. Have you ever tried chocolate before Bella?"

I shook my head. Of course, I had heard of it before but it was never given to slaves. It was considered a waste to give us such things.

"Mmm. This really will be a treat for you then. Here. It's a chocolate cookie. Crispy chocolate on the outside. Creamy mouse on the inside."

I took the small cookie and bit the edge of it with caution. Edward watched me closely. My eyes widened. It was like nothing I had ever had before. It was rich, sweet, smooth, decadent, and so so delicious. It was almost sinful. I stuffed the whole thing in my mouth enjoying every chocolaty flavor.

I licked my fingers savoring every last bite of the sweet treat.

"Enjoyed that did you?"

I looked to him. I did enjoy it. A lot. I wanted another. "Yes. Very much. Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Edward."

I and ran my tongue along my bottom lip. He raised a brow with a smile. "I told you. You have everything to gain by pleasing me. My rewards are much better than my punishments."

"May I have another," I whispered timidly. Edward chuckled.

"No. Not now. But again soon, if you are good. I give you my word." He smiled down at me while rubbing the back of my head. "Now. I have a guest visiting tomorrow. I expect you to be on your best behavior and to treat him with respect. And you will remember your manners when addressing and serving me."

"Yes, Master Cullen."

He set down the bag of cookies on his side table and sipped the rest of his wine. I eyed the cookies longingly. With a smirk Edward handed his empty glass of wine to me. So, I took it and refilled it, then placed it back in his hand while taking my seat by his feet again.

He smiled and drank some more from his cup. "Bella, I have some questions for you. If you cooperate in answering all of them, I will allow you to ask me three questions of your choosing. Deal?"

"Ok," I said uneasily. I didn't feel I had a choice from my end.

"Good. First, what was the name of the house you lived at with your mother?"

"I do not remember. I know our Master's name was Master Black."

"Then it was House of Black. Houses are named after the last name of the Master. My house, and the house you belong to now, is called the House of Cullen."

"Then yes. House of Black. I did not know such things when I was younger. My mother made bread and foods in the kitchens and I helped her."

"Your mother. Did she have a lover?"

What? Why? Strange question. "I was young. I do not remember many men around us besides our Master."

"Master Black?"

"Yes. And Master Swan. He was more kind than Master Black. But he only came for visits on the weekends. He and Master black worked close together."

"Was Master Swan young or old?"

"I remember him being a much older man. I guess around the same age as Master Black. They both seemed of like age."

"Hm. And what made Master Swan more kind?"

"Sometimes he would bring ribbon for my mother to pin up her hair. She would allow me to wear them in private or on special occasions. Master Black allowed it since my mother was always obedient."

"So, you saw Master Swan often then. You would recognize him."

"I only saw him briefly. When he arrived at the house he would either be with Master Black, in his study or out traveling. Mother said he was not to be disturbed."

"Describe these times you would see Master Swan."

"Sometimes he would request maps for his travels. Master Black would give me some to deliver to him. Master Swan would show me some of his travels. He would ask me my favorite color, or animal. I guess make small talk. Sometimes I would bring in or put another small log on the fire for him during the winters. He was always happy to see me. And at times my mother would briefly leave me with him as she prepared his meals or as she ran errands for him. Bells."

"Bells?" He said with interest.

"That's what he used to call me. He used to call me Bells. I liked it since it was so close to Belle. From Beauty and the Beast. That was one of the stories he used to tell me before my mother would come and get me for the night."

"Did you and your mother sleep in the same room?"

"Yes. Except when she was needed at night. But she would always come back after a few hours." I turned away in shame. It was embarrassing to speak of my mother in such a way. "Master Black made it clear that his guests were to be pleased."

"And those guests really just consisted of the main guest, Master Swan. Correct?"

"I'm sure there were others. But I stayed in my room most of the time after dinner."

"And were you ever loaned out to guests?"

I gave him a questioning look.

He cleared his throat. "To fuck." I scrunched my face in disgust. Why would he ask such a thing?

"Why would you ask that? I was only a little girl."

"Men have different tastes. And slaves are slaves. With a grown female slave, it's safe to assume they have been passed around. Some prefer the experience of something young, innocent, untouched."

I wanted to vomit. Was he kidding me? Not a child. "Have you ever done that?"

He smirked. "I'm not finished questioning you. When I give you the chance to ask your questions you may. So besides me, you have never been touched?"

"No."

"Never pleased a man with your mouth?"

"No. Never."

His eyes scanned my chest for a moment. He took another sip of wine. "Did you do anything to entertain yourself while you were kept in your room after dinner?"

"My mother kept picture books that I would look through. Sometimes she would let me play with paints on drawing paper or let me color with markers."

"Interesting. Where did she get such things? More presents from Master Swan?"

"I do not know where she got them. I assume she was allowed to use them because Master Black was pleased with her a lot of the time."

"Hmm." He said looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "And was Master Black pleased with you as well? You completed your tasks adequately?"

"Yes always. I never wanted to get my mother in trouble. She was responsible for me."

"Were there other children around you? Other slave children?"

"Yes a few. But I never spent much time with them. I was with my mother most of the time. And they worked in separate parts of the house."

"And Master Black never expressed any feelings of displeasure towards you or said you were slower or less pleasing than other children?"

"No. The little time I did spend with Master Black he was happy with me. I do not remember him ever being upset with me. I used to bring him tea or coffee in the afternoon."

"And Master Swan? You remember spending time with him, but would not recognize him if you saw him?"

"Vaguely. I was young. I mostly worked in the kitchens with my mother. I did not mingle with the guests. I was not trained enough. At least that is what my mother said. I only have a vague memory of his face."

"Was he ever in uniform when you saw him?"

"Mostly causal wear in his corridors. The only time I saw him in uniform was when he first arrived for his visits. But from afar. I was not allowed to greet the guests. He looked like every other typical soldier I guess."

"I doubt a man of his age was a soldier."

He breathed out a heavy sigh. "Given spare time, do you think you would still enjoy coloring and paints?"

"I suppose," I said slowly. "I have not done anything of the sort in such a long time. I save my hopes for more practical wants. Having clothes. Eating. Bathing."

"And reading," he added.

"Yes, I do enjoy reading."

He nodded. "You may now ask your three questions."

Three. Only three. I thought. I had so many questions. Edward smiled at me as he waited.

For some reason my mind thought back to the day we went to market. One of our few actual outings together. "Those women we saw when we went to market. They were used in such horrible ways. They looked in pain."

Edward raised a brow, with a bored expression. "Yes. State your question."

"Would you-ever. Would you ever use me in that way? Would it be painful when we. When we are together?"

"I will consider that a two-part question. I have no desire to treat you that way. But I have needs, and I expect them to be met the way I want. I also expect you to cooperate with meeting those needs. I desire you to be comfortable. But weather that is the case is up to you."

Confusing. "I do not think you answered the question." Edward smirked.

"Would you like to use your second question to ask again?"

"No. I just need further clarification, is all. It is not clear to-"

"It is simple. My needs will be met. You will meet those needs. Prove to be difficult and there will be pain for you. How much pain? That will depend on your ability to know when to submit."

I nodded once. So, he was not opposed to the vulgar methods. But I had the choice of whether he used them. I guess.

"Next." He said taking another slow sip of his wine.

"Have you ever touched little girls?" I know it came up already, but he never answered it. Maybe he was hoping I would forget. But I didn't. I had to know what I was dealing with.

"I'll assume you mean sexually. And no. Like many men, I do prefer something young, innocent, and untouched." He glanced down briefly at my breasts. "But my tastes don't run that young."

So, he wasn't a psychopath. Thank the lords. How old was Edward? I realized I never really knew his age. He seemed a great deal older than me, but how old? I thought about asking. But I didn't really want to use my last question on such a small matter.

"Last one," he set his wine down and leaned slightly forward, running his thumb down my cheek.

Yes. Last one. Make it good. Who knew when he would allow me such freedom again to ask any question of my choosing.

"Tell me about the resistance."

His hand paused on my cheek. A ghostly smile spread across his lips as he leaned back in his chair. "Interesting topic. I'd be happy to. Ask your third question Bella and I will answer it."

Ok. Hardball.

Edward looked fascinated as he looked me over. Intrigued as he awaited my response.

"What is it exactly? Is it a place? Do you know where it is?"

He let out a sigh as he looked sternly at me. "You have been good tonight. I will again consider that a two-part question. The resistance is a group of those who live in rebellion to the Realm. They say they fight for freedom but in reality, all they cause is chaos and dissension. Where are they located? All over really. I have found and closed many small locations. Members were questioned. Those who cooperated, received a less painful death. But in the end, all opposed to the Realm are done away with. I have yet to find the heart of the resistance. I will soon though."

"Even women and children were killed?" I looked up at him, fighting the emotions.

"All opposed to the Realm."

"But they are just children! Innocent children!"

"A snake is a snake. A young snake will grow up to be an adult snake. Children follow examples set for them."

It was wrong. "What you are doing is wrong! You cannot kill innocent children. I was innocent! I did nothing wrong. But I was sent to be killed. That is not justice."

"Do not pass judgement on the work I do for the Realm. We are not talking about your situation. And from where I sit, you are very much alive."

I turned away in anger. It didn't seem fair. Everyone should have their own choices in life. Children would do the only things they knew and were exposed to. It was not fair to punish them for not knowing a world they were not taught.

"Isabella, change your attitude. Now. We will not do this again if you cannot control yourself. May I remind you who you are speaking to?"

"How can you?" I whispered. "Just kill them all?"

Edward sighed. "I never said I killed them all. I said just those opposed to the Realm."

So, he didn't kill all? But how did he know who was truly opposed to the Realm? How was the choice made between those that lived and died?

"Listen to me carefully Isabella. You are still adjusting to your new life with me. And a lot of the things you see are new to you since you have been in a labor camp most of your life. But if you ever proceed to pass judgement on my work to the Realm again, taking the side of traitors," he growled, "I'll assume you are one of them."

A quiver ran down my spine. "I didn't mean it that way Sir. I only meant-"

"I don't know where you get the idea that you can even open your mouth and question what justice is or isn't."

"I just know I was innocent. I was a child. I was never given the opportunity to give my support to the Realm. I served the Realm every day, as a slave, beside my mother and one day was sent to be Killed. For what? Perhaps children, if given an opportunity, would support the Realm instead of being sent to be killed. Without question."

"There doesn't need to be reason to kill slaves. You seem to put yourself in the same category as a human. You are a slave. Dirt. No matter how many times you bathe you will always be a dirty rag. Do you ask a rag's permission before you throw it out?"

"No Sir," I whispered, my eyes looking down at his feet.

"That is how little your opinion and feelings matter. We are done now." He stood and stretched, cracking his back. "You will sleep in the room next to mine for now, until I tell you otherwise. Go to your room and sleep."

I did not realize I angered him so and so fast. We would never understand each other. He always assumed I meant something I didn't. And he never gave me a chance to speak. I only spoke from the injustice of my own experience.

I stood and went to my room and sat down on the edge of my bed, my feet touching the floor.

Edward passed by the door quickly uttering the words "to bed now."

I had slept all day. I was not tired. I picked up my feet and laid straight on my side. I glared as I laid my head on the pillow. Frustrated. When Edward passed by again he nodded in approval.

I rolled my eyes and threw my hands up in irritation. I could not wait to start my work around the house. Away from his gaze. Edward had said we would not spend much time together or see each other much when we arrived at this house.

But it seemed that was all we had done. He was watching me constantly. And now I was sleeping adjacent to his room, even though I had a room downstairs.

The automatic lights suddenly clicked off in my room. The only lights that could be seen were those that shown in from Edward's room through my opened door. As my hands waved about I noticed the shadows they made on the blank walls from the lights.

I smiled as I started to make shapes to entertain myself. Edward was most likely working on paperwork and would not be moving about for some time.

A flashback of my mother entered my head. I remember she showed me how to make a butterfly. So, I made one in the shadows. I flapped it around with a smile. Then I made a dog and whispered small barks.

I made a crab, then a whale. I then tried to make a swan. I couldn't quite get it right. It sort of looked like a toilet plunger. I laughed.

"What are you doing?" The voice startled me. Edward's dark figure stood in the doorway limiting the light to my room.

"Nothing Sir," I said putting down my hands.

"Then why is it you are not sleeping?"

"I am sorry. I slept all day. I am not that tired. I figured if I stayed in bed and stimulated my brain a little I would sleep. Which would in turn please you." I gritted my teeth in anger. Thank goodness it was dark. I hated that he watched me all the time. There was no rest. No privacy.

"Ah. I see." I saw him fold his arms and lean against the door frame. "Well, I like to think that I am a kind Master. You can choose. I will allow you to stay up longer, which will be spent with a belt and you over my knee. I guarantee it will be very stimulating. Or you can stop playing and close your eyes till you sleep. Which is it?"

"Sleep," I said quicker than I anticipated.

"Then I suggest you do so before I change my mind."

He closed the door, shutting out the light.

Thank you for reading and as always, please review. Looks like There are some unexpected secrets hovering about! But how far up the chain do the secrets go? Edward will sure try to get to the bottom of it. But he may not like what he finds.