Isabella's POV

September 1918

My eyes were glued to the doors of the library, afraid to even blink because that's all it took for one of them to be in front of me. I bid my body to stop its incessant quaking, but to no avail.

Never did I think that I'd be somewhere waiting for death to come for me. The moment was mentally and physically deadening in itself, every second that went by was pure torment. There was a point where I had preferred to be put out of my misery, to go out there and just allow fate to end me.

But in a corner is where I remained, stricken with terror.

What had I done for this to be the life I was now to lead? However short it was. Who had cursed me to have to endure such a cruel destiny? To not only be hunted but be imprisoned by the very things that sought to kill me.

And to allow them to take me in the most vulnerable way a person can ever have another. To watch every single moment, go by and witness them take every inch of me, piece by piece, intending to leave nothing behind.

What will become of me when there was nothing left to give? I can already feel myself withering away, moments with them has begun to take its toll on me. My body bruised and weakened, thinning from the droves of energy required to satisfy their insatiable need for me.

And no one spoke of it, we all could see it and not even I could bear to speak of the reality.

Time raced by me or maybe it dragged like molasses. I hadn't paid it too much attention to notice. When I absorbed my surroundings, I saw that the sun had gone down and the library was engulfed in darkness.

A knock on the door made my heart pound almost to the point of pain.

"Bella?" Alice's voice called out.

My voice was lost in my throat, unable to call back out to her. Instead I watched her, along with Rosalie and Esme as they entered searching until they discovered my hiding spot.

They took me in with their eyes, none of them speaking, but their distress for me was evident.

Kneeling down to my level, they each surrounded me, their movements careful and considerate.

"Jasper told us what happened," Rosalie began.

What had he told them? Surely not the truth.

"We're so sorry we left you alone, if we were here…" Rosalie began, but was unable to finish her sentence. Unsure that if their presence would've made much of a difference.

It was better if they hadn't been here, to witness it myself was one thing. I was aware of what Carlisle was and what vampires were capable of. If they were to see it, the unimaginable would happen. Their mental sanity would be reduced to nearly nothing as mine had. But to be thrust into such a truth with this type of violence would be detrimental, so I was grateful that at least they were spared.

Alice placed her hand on my knee. "He said that you were attacked by a couple of men, they followed Carlisle home and saw you through the window resting. They didn't…harm you in any way, did they?"

I mustered a head shake.

They all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Good, we're glad that you're safe now and that the masters were able to protect you."

The thought of them brought forth a fit of tears, weeping all over again at the burden placed on me. The three girls pulled me into them, their arms encompassing me to console my devastation.

If they only knew why I was wrecked with grief.

But they never would.

Eventually I was convinced to leave the spot I cowered in and go to my bedroom where my wonderful friends tucked me into bed, laying with me after promising me they would remain by my side until I fell asleep.

When I woke up, they were gone and Jasper was standing at the foot of the bed, observing me.

We watched each other for a long time, fear dominating me, and I wanted him to know that it wasn't just for Carlisle.

"He was away from you too long, before he had been adapted to your scent and had been able to stifle his urges. We didn't consider that when he'd return that he'd…"

"Try to kill me," I said for him.

"Need to be reacclimated to you," Jasper said instead. "He also hadn't fed recently."

"Is this all supposed to make me feel better?" I swiped away the tear that escaped my eye, upset that I was crying again.

He didn't give an answer.

"You can't even say that it won't happen again," I set my jaw, determined.

"Have we not done all that we can to keep you safe? Have we not shown you enough for you to trust that we don't mean to intentionally harm you?"

"Intentionally," I scoff my eyes burning with tears beckoning to fall. My eyelids lower in a glare. "However, its been agreed upon that the harm I endure otherwise is acceptable. You don't give in to your bloodlust and to reward yourselves, the three of you engorge yourselves on me physically. How commendable, justifying your deeds with sugarcoated lies you tell yourselves." I sneered, sarcasm dripping from my words.

I could tell Jasper was reaching his point of breaking, his usual calm demeanor folding. "Your ungrateful tone is not appreciated. We have done more than has been required to keep you safe and comfortab…"

"Shut up!" I screamed at him, tossing myself from the bed and further away from him. "Stop! Stop trying to validate what you have done to me. You've brought me here to kill me, whether it be by your greed for my blood or greed for my flesh, all of you will be the death of me. And the only difference between the three of you and the other vampires that have sought after me is nothing more than selfish intentions to rob me of everything before taking my life."

Jasper's hands clenched into fists, the combination of my rage and his own taking its toll.

Hot tears spilled from my eyes, my mind further cracking. "Nonetheless, never fear because I still won't fight you. I'll gladly give you all of me, a glutton for my own murderers. A part of me will be relieved for the day I am reprieved from your attentions, where my death's embrace will be like one of a most cherished loved one, the other part will grieve that I had once so idiotically became enamored by three cruel monstrosities and as death takes me I will still wish to cling to them."

Carlisle came through the door, no longer deranged, returned to his normal composure.

"We are pleased to know that we have your full cooperation," his expression rigid.

"Go to hell," I spat at him. Fear was no longer the championing emotion; it was shoved away by lust and a deepening hatred for us all.

Carlisle was on me in an instant, yanking my head back excruciatingly by my hair. "Jasper and Emmett may tolerate you speaking to them in such a reckless manner, but I won't."

Not giving him the pleasure of seeing the pain he caused, my eyes bore into him defiantly.

"Fuck. You." I replied harshly.

Tossing me over his shoulder, he walked from the room with me in tow. I fought, kicking and screaming, slamming my fists uselessly into his back.

We passed Jessica and Alice who scrambled out of the way as Carlisle descended down the stairs, neither speaking to other. All allowing me to shout and rage against Carlisle while he carted me away to presumably his bedroom.

Did they fear for me? Stricken with bewilderment towards the scene they just witnessed. Were they still envious of the attention I received from the three men they deemed handsome and worthy of any and everything the world lay at their feet? Did they feel themselves undeserving to be among such magnificent beings?

I had prayed not. I pray that their fear would give them enough to flee, to leave this God forsaken place, to be safe from the danger they were unaware of.

Carlisle opened his bedroom door and slammed it shut behind him, throwing me carelessly on his bed. I jumped up, prepared to fight him, knowing it wouldn't do anything but further upset him. That was my goal, show him that I would not be easily broken.

He had my wrists in his hands, tying them together with rope and them lifting my arms high, latching the rope to a hook that was suspended from the ceiling. My body hung over black satin clad mattress, my knees barely grazing the fabric.

The position was painful for my joints, my shoulders already begging for relief. I bucked and shook to break free, only adding to the pain and Carlisle was aware of it.

"You'll only further tire yourself out, I suggest you stop resisting. You'll need your strength for your punishment."

I hated how beautiful he still appeared to me, so effortlessly put together in a 3-piece suit.

I watched as he removed his jacket from his suit, taking a hanger from his closet and placing the fabric over it before placing it back where it came. With a calm that was terrifying, he removed his cufflinks from both sleeves and neatly folded the material up to his forearms.

He hadn't changed at all, still breathtaking as he walked around his dark room, the sun completely shut out just like Jasper's and Emmett's. Candles placed neatly on the dressers and nightstands. They held enough light for me to be able to see everything that he did.

Carlisle walked to a tall wooden cabinet. "I got this just for you, knowing you as a petulant little girl that will need to be coerced into submission."

He opened the doors with care, revealing to my horror what appeared to be torture devices. Whips that were coiled neatly and hung off of hooks, some thicker than others, others short with many leather strands dangling from the grip. Paddles, small and large, hanging threateningly as Carlisle grazed a finger over them. And there was more, but I was unable to identify them, for I had never seen such horrible things.

"This type of thing doesn't work on vampires, our skin too resilient," he turned to me. "But on you, it'll work perfectly. I've craved to see your sun kissed skin to redden under my palm or from one of my many toys."

I shook with both fear and anticipation as he moved closer to the bed. "It's been too long that I've imagined what it would be like to make your body mine."

Just like his companions, he tore my clothing from me, unable to be bothered with the simple task of removing it like normal people.

I gasped as his cold fingers grazed over the skin on my stomach, the touch gentle. "They've done a number on you little girl," he said speaking on the bruises from their hands that gripped roughly at me. Marks that resembled handprints were etched on my breasts, hips, arms and legs. My ribs now more visible, as my figure over the past two years had begun to shrink away.

"It's beautiful what you have endured for them," his fingers traveling to my hips, his thumb brushing over the bone. "Now that I am here, we have so much more in store."

Without warning his hand was swift and harsh against one of my naked cheeks. I swung forward, crying out at the sting that it caused.

"You lack my sympathy today; I would've begun with my hand; however, your insolence had warranted more."

Going back to the cabinet, he plucked a paddle from its spot and returned to the side of the bed.

"No!" I pleaded, revamping my desires to break free. "Please don't!"

He slipped the paddle in between my dangling legs, the hard wood caressing my inner thighs. I bit my lip, stifling the moan that would betray me to him. The long paddle came against my folds, Carlisle rubbing it back and forth before removing it.

"You are wet little girl, which tells me you're just as twisted as I. You long to be broken by me just as I long to break you."

I shook my head, my shoulders aching to be turned free from the strain they were under, but the throbbing in between my legs begging for more. My heart beating wildly for both freedom and the pain Carlisle promised.

"Five strikes, you will count them, if you don't, I'll presume you hadn't felt it and will deliver another one until its verbally accounted for. Do you understand?"

I nodded and his hand spanked my ass. "Verbal confirmation and you will address me as 'sir'."

I hissed at the pain of his hand. "I understand, sir."

"Excellent," Carlisle crooned. "We shall begin your punishment, but don't worry you will be rewarded afterwards if I deem you a good, little girl."

I sucked in a breath, shutting my eyes tightly as I prepared for the oncoming pain. The paddle came down hard across both of my cheeks, rocketing me forward with a scream that could be heard throughout the entire manor. Muffling out the crack of wood against flesh. Pain pulsated over my skin and somehow trickled down to my clit.

"I'll only warn you once, little girl," Carlisle spoke. "Count."

"One, sir," I said unsure if I could take four more.

Just as the though formed, another strike came, my head flying back as another shriek came. I swung backward and forth, using my feet to steady me once more.

"Two, sir," the words spoken through gritted teeth.

Another one, the skin over my ass raw from the previous strikes causing the latter ones to be even more harmful. My thighs rubbed together, needing friction to satiate the ache in between them.

"Please, sir," I looked to him, begging him. For what, I didn't know.

The paddle came again, my hands gripping at the chain that held me up, my throat becoming dry from the screams.

"That wasn't a number little girl."

"Three, sir."

"You should see how deliciously red your ass is," Carlisle's words were followed by another hit.

"Four, sir!" I yelled, tears springing forth to cool the burning in my face.

The last strike was just as quick as the others, the final crack soaring at the same noise level as my cry.

"Five, sir," I gasped out, heaving from exhaustion.

"Well done, little girl," Carlisle said as he returned the paddle to the cabinet and shutting the doors.

He began to undress himself, removing the vest of his suit and then unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his splendid naked flesh. The wetness between my legs began to run down my thighs with further anticipation, the throbbing on my ass becoming a dull pain as I lost myself in Carlisle.

His longer, elegant fingers worked at his belt, unzipping his pants slowly, knowing the torture he was putting me through. His erection prominent as it strained against the front of his pants, breaking free once he opened his pants fully.

I gulped, my throat dry as I began to pant for him, demanding to get my hands on him.

He stepped from his pants, leaving himself completely naked. He walked over to me and got on to the bed with me, moving behind me.

"Emmett tells me that he started preparing your ass for me," his hands went to my waist, steadying me. "Did you know? We each claimed a hole to break first. Jasper wanted your mouth, Emmett your tight little pussy and I desired your ass."

His cock rubbed over the crack of my swollen ass cheeks. "I've heard of the deal you've made with the other two and it's a good thing I've returned, now the real fun can begin."

His hands spread my cheeks and I fought to get away from his dick that slipped in between them.

"It will hurt!" I didn't care how much I enjoyed Emmett's fingers; this was different. Carlisle's cock was just as thick and heavy as the others, it would rip me apart.

"Do I need to spank you again little girl?" Carlisle brought me back to him by the hips.

"No," I whimpered.

"No, what?" his voice stern.

"No, sir."

"Good. Now stay still and remember to relax."

His cock slipped back to my hole, but instead of going in, he slipped it further down to my wet entrance. My body sagged in relief as I felt him fill me from behind.

"You are so fucking wet, little girl," he moaned deeply in my ear. "My wildest imagination has not prepared me for this."

His hands brought me back into him with his hips pushed up into at a medium pace. My head fell back onto his shoulder, relinquishing to the ecstasy he had waiting for me since before I was well aware. One hand took ahold of my breast, playing with my hardened nipple while the other snaked around the front of my waist to play with my clit. Pressed into his rock-hard form, grinding mercilessly into each other.

"Come for me, little girl," his sultry whisper being the final catalyst that I needed to unravel around him. His fingers still working over me while I climaxed, his name spilling from my lips as a plea.

Carlisle slipped from me as I came down from the orgasm, rubbing the cum that seemed to pour from me onto my puckered hole.

Once more, he spread my cheeks with his hands, exposing me for him to take him. The tip of his cock pressed at my entrance and I began to tremble all over again.

"Relax, if you don't, it will only hurt more," I had heard the words before, and they still weren't a comfort to me now.

He broke through, a strangled cry coming from us both as he inched more and more inside of me. He paused, the awful stretch he caused seeming to be a great pleasure for him.

"Fuck Isabella," he huffed. "You're so fucking tight I could cum right now, just like this, unmoving."

He pulled out slowly and the result nearly made me climax. I released a languished moan of approval.

"You like it don't you?" Carlisle's hips pushed his cock back inside of me.

"Ay," was all I could say.

He ventured deeper and the pain returned, only to disappear when he would retract himself. He would repeat this until he was fully buried inside of me, unable to go any further.

Releasing my cheeks, his hands returned to my hips, with a careful pace he fucked me in the ass. The ache in my shoulders, the sting from his paddle and the faint pain from my newly penetrated hole was all wonderfully mingling with the bliss of Carlisle's cock pumping in and out of me.

His strokes weren't fast, but they were rough, pulling out, leaving only his tip inside before he went deep. His sounds made me swell with pride, knowing that it was body that made him become unhinged.

"I'm going to come," he confessed. "I want you to come with me."

His wish was my command, both of us moaning louder and louder until the orgasm hit me first, the tightening in his grip telling me he was right behind me and then the spill of seed deep inside of me. His arms wrapped around my torso, pulling me further into him as he came.

"Very good, Isabella," he said before pulling out of me. He left me, still dangling over the bed. He got dressed and left the room.

Minutes seemed to pass before the door flung open, gasps of surprise and horror came with the light of the sun.

"Dear God!" Rosalie said as she rushed over to me, jumping into the bed with Esme and Alice following her.

They managed to set me free, my joints cracking in relief as I set down onto the bed. I felt too weak and spent to care that they were here, witnessing the truth of my existence.

I knew Carlisle told them to come, they would never burst into one of their rooms without permission.

"Jessica, run her a bath," Alice said with concern etched in her voice while she raced to get my wrists free.

"Look at what they've done to you," Esme's voice cracked.

Why had he brought them here? Too make me feel some sort of shame, to further embarrass me.

"Can you move Bella?" Rosalie asked, my head in her lap.

"I think so," I whispered.

The three of them helped me from the bed, my legs weak underneath me, but with them I was able to make it into the bathroom. Together we worked to get me inside the filling tub, the hot water stinging against my butt. I winced even more when I fully sat down, the aftermath of Carlisle was detrimental.

And the four women took note of it, watching my face contort with discomfort. They didn't stop there, their eyes unable to stop from cataloging all the other marks that told me of what I've allowed myself to endure over the years.

"Not so envious of me now?" the laugh was humorless, my head turning away from them, shutting my eyes.

"What the hell are they doing to you?" Esme whispered in disbelief.

I shook my head. "Nothing I haven't asked for."

"Are you insane?!" Rosalie said angered. "Have you seen yourself in the mirror? They've beaten nearly all of you a completely different color!"

They think that the bruises are from physical abuse.

Laughter erupted from me, the three of them drawing back slightly as they watched me with puzzled faces.

That's how twisted and sickening the four of us were, our existence and actions so deprived that none of these women weren't able to fathom any other reason for me to look this way.

My laughter was maniacal, dying down after a while. "You all should leave, quit and get away from here. Nothing good will come if you stay."

My mood switched from its dark humor.

"We're not leaving you here to go through this alone!" Alice spoke incredulously.

"They aren't beating me," I finally confessed. "Well, with the exception of Carlisle, but I don't seem to be bothered much by it."

"You're not making any sense Bella," Rosalie said while Esme turned off the water.

I slid further into the tub wincing from the consequence of forgetting the state my entire ass was in, they all mimicked my facial expression. Bubbles obscured their vision from my naked body now, my head the only part of me above water.

"None of it will make sense to you," I spared them from the truth, preferring them to believe whatever their minds came up with.

"Don't you all get it," Jessica said from behind them. "She likes it, she's depraved, she doesn't want your help because she's not in any danger. Whatever they do to her she seeks after it like the evil, wicked bitch she is."

"Jessica! Enough!" Rosalie snapped.

"I bet she's the one that has turned them this way, we've had no problems with them until she arrived. They've lived quietly and peacefully, bringing no harm to any of us or any other woman and then she comes in and all of that changes." Jessica continued on her rant. "And let's be honest, the screams and begging we hear aren't for them to cease."

Her tone was meant mock and ridicule, but it did nothing of the sort because what good would it do? She wasn't wrong in her accusations, although she wasn't aware of the manor being built to act solely as a prison for me. Her lack of knowledge kept her in the dark, unaware that her job here was to make sure I didn't starve and go insane.

"Jessica if you aren't going to help, you need to leave," Rosalie defended me.

"You all should go, before Carlisle returns or one of the other two comes looking for me."

"We're not leaving you Bella," Esme stated, defiance speaking for all of them.

"You can't do anything to save me," I rested my eyes. "Just leave."

"I suggest you all heed her warning," Jasper's voice came, surely startling them all.

I listened as they all filed out of the bathroom.

Jasper didn't say anything more and I didn't offer any words to him nor did I resist him when he began to bathe me. He rubbed a sponge over my entire body, being alarmingly gentle, even when he washed my hair.

Once he was finished, he drained the tub, taking me in his arms with a towel. He took me back to my room, drying me off and laying me in the bed. He sat on the bed, pulling my head into his lap.

"Has Carlisle spoken of anything about my parents? Are they okay?" I opened my eyes, staring ahead at nothing.

"No one has attempted to attack them in the time Carlisle was with them, his time in Spain is the time it took for your scent to weaken enough for there to be no inclination that you live there."

His fingers began to comb through my damp hair, occasionally stopping to massage my scalp.

"That's good," my tone devoid of emotion, but I did feel relieved. Not bothering to ask if they were okay in regard to my disappearance. I doubted Carlisle paid enough attention or even cared to find out.

Settling with the fact that they were well, it was all I could hope for.

Edward's POV

Present

I don't think I could listen anymore.

Her existence too pitiful, spiraling further into nothing as the days went on. I only listened and could feel the toll that her life took on her. The woman that was here was the result of so much abuse, a victim of Stockholm syndrome.

No wonder she spoke so bitterly of them. Still I didn't comprehend why she was still with them. Sure, she had just reunited with them after three years of running from them, but she allowed them back into her arms. They were undeserving of her mercy.

"Why do you do it?" I asked her, angry for her.

Carlisle was gone, he had told her he would return in several hours. It was just her and I, which meant I could ask the questions I couldn't once before.

She seemed to know what I meant.

"Why do you return to me when you are that I could be the reason for your last breath? Why does a wife forgive a husband of his philandering ways?"

"But they hurt you over and over and made it painfully clear that they didn't care!"

My anger was beginning to turn on her. "How can you be so quick to make excuses for them? Even back then, you had people who cared for you and told you that what was happening to you was wrong. And you didn't listen, just as you don't listen now."

"And tell me Edward, what could I have done then? Runaway? Slit my wrists?"

"No." I said frustrated with a lack of an answer. "What about now? Here you are, fully capable of leaving them and yet you choose to remain with them!"

Bella remained composed, not offended by my raised voice, merely watching me with a steady gaze.

"When I was turned, I left them, for decades I traveled without them. As much as I enjoyed it, one thing became very clear."

"What?"

"I love them," she shrugged. "It can't be helped; they each are tethered to my heart in their own special way."

I looked at her dumbfounded, incredulity written all over my face. She seemed to find it funny.

"Listen to the entire story before you give the final verdict, you've judged the painting before the final strokes have been placed."

A thought came to me. "Am I the only human you've ever been with?"

"Would you be honored if I said yes? Would it make you feel special to know that you're the only one of your kind to sleep with me?"

Her eyebrow arched in inquiry. Of course, it would, what fool wouldn't feel that way.

"No, you aren't," she sighed. "Humans are fragile though; we have to be very careful when handling them or else we risk breaking them. It took a great amount of effort on my part to make sure you remained in one whole piece."

Somehow that didn't bother me, instead it made me want to be broken by her, to have her unleash all her might onto me.

"Trust me, it's not as pleasant as your hormone driven mind is believing it to be. Even though I survived years of sexual intimacy with three vampires, I had the bruises and injuries to show for it. Even with the control they used, I still paid the consequences. And if it makes you feel any better, you are the only human I've ever had sex with that has lived to tell of it. The others died painful deaths."

It didn't make me feel better.

I moved the conversation forward. "Have you slept with other vampires?"

"Of course, do you really believe I ran around for such a long time celibate? I was as sex crazed as them." She responded as if I asked a stupid question.

Taking her suggestion, I willed myself to wait until the end to gather my conclusion on the matter.

"Two years in and you're with all three of them now, had there been any other vampires that attempted to attack you?"

"There were attacks during the entire time I was there, but they were very good at their job of protecting me just like in Spain."

"So, you never saw any other vampires?"

"Yes, towards the end of my time as a human a plan was devised by a group of vampires to kill me. It was successful."

My eyes widened in shock. "Who would plan to kill you? Why would they want to?"

Her facial expression darkened, her mood changing in an instant. "A couple of bitches with a lot of time and desperation."