CHAPTER 2 - Practice

Edward's POV:

It took all my restraint to send her away. I wanted to strip her right there and have her…like every other time I was near her. But being Master has its burdens. I could not let her become spoiled, as she was clearly getting after our summer together. I didn't like her putting herself out in the woods alone, to lure me to her. She was a sitting duck out there, and secondly, no human tells ME when it's time to play. I am the Master. I decide that. The lesson had to be taught, even to Bella Swan.

If she really wants Master back, it was fine with me. I still had him inside me. True, I didn't need to whip her or cane her…now it was just a want. I would never hurt her seriously, and now she had her safe words. The choice was hers how much or little we would do…and now we were closer, lovers, not just slave and Master. I've seen these relationships work out just fine. I'd sensed that she missed Master all summer…but she never voiced it. Maybe that was for the best. After the whole incident with Jane and Victoria.

Somehow, I guess it should bother me, dominating over Bella again…after all that I had in my past…and now she knew a lot of it…I thought that would end her wanting or trusting me enough to have her helpless in my hands. But it didn't. She trusted me MORE now, if you can believe that. She's crazy. But she's mine. I will be anything she wants. Lover, Master, teacher, friend…even villain. I would be all of them for her. She deserves that…and so much more.

I was so grateful that we had the summer we had together. We were closer now than I'd ever been to anyone, even as a human. I had sex in my human life…briefly…but I wasn't really CLOSE to them as I was to Bella. She knew all my pain…my mother…my death…my descent into madness…my evil…and she never turned away. She seemed to understand. And I was never diminished by anything she learned about me, at least in her eyes. It was so unusual…and so miraculous.

For anyone, never mind a human, to give me such a gift. Total acceptance. I didn't deserve it. But I would take it…and hold it as tight as I could until it was gone. I knew as Bella grew up a bit more, I was in danger of losing that idolization she had for me, the infatuation, temporary. I know she loves me. But it would change…in time. I was prepared for that. She would not be mine forever. But I was determined to love her every single second I could before she was gone.

Life again played her cruel jokes on me, giving me this child. Making me think that I had love only to have it fade and wither as she grew and got a real good look at me. In any case, I would not squander the good part of this by stressing about the end.

I had closed off that room where Jane and Victoria died…I would never use that one again. I even destroyed the toys and box cage I was locked in…I had others. I never wanted to remember them again…except for the moment when I burned them…and I stood there, alone, and spoke the words.

"I'm sorry to both of you.", I said, filled with shame, "I ruined your lives…I tortured you both…mercilessly. I was a sick fuck. I AM a sick fuck. You trusted me…you gave yourselves to me and I betrayed that….so deeply.

If it means anything at all, I will NEVER take a woman against her will ever again. You made me see how it felt to be on the receiving end of that…and I'm grateful. In a way, you have stopped me from being what I was. I do thank you. And I hope that you're both at peace now. Finally."

I had been angry with women for so long…because they weren't Esme, Emma, Rebecca, Kitty, Amy, of Joanna. But they were reminders of those lost women I would never have again. Every nice fragrance I smelled, every laugh I heard…every lock of hair that blew in the breeze…it attracted me…and enraged me. And before I knew it, I had them…and had to punish them…simply for being lovely and young…and alive. They were everything I wasn't. And I hated them for it.

And I would force them to do all the things they would never be willing to do with me…because I was a monster.

And that rage burned hotly inside of me for 265 years.

I prepared the other rooms now for my time with Bella. I didn't feel this was wrong. I would not let guilt stop me from being with her. I could let it go, as a vampire. Turn it off, if I wished. I could never make it right, all I'd done to people in my past. I lost my humanity, completely…the rage taking over…never lessened by the violence and anguish I inflicted on others. I could not turn back time…but I would go forward…and do better this time. I could not erase my whole personality…but I would keep my vow.

I could remember so many things as I looked around these rooms…the first room where I had Bella caged, naked…asking her questions about herself…a favorite of mine. Perhaps I would bring her back here soon. She would like that, I think.

I thought over things I would do with her…and things I would not. Then I made my plans. I went and played my piano to clear my head that night while she slept. I wished I could tune her mind in to my playing while she dreamed. I felt like I was whispering to her with every touch of my fingers to the keys.

I once told her that vampires didn't write poems to humans…but I was wrong again. This song was hers…and I guess it IS my love poem I'm writing for her. Damn. I'm getting soft.

Tomorrow was Friday. Then the weekend. That's when I would have her…tomorrow night, 317…you are mine.

Bella POV:

I woke up early and showered, made myself smell good for gym class today. In my mind, I thought it might weaken his resolve and make him want me soon. I knew it was stupid, he loves the smell of my blood and as long as that was in my veins, I'd smell good for him.

I also got a little package I had ordered a week ago…and I peeked at it. I smiled. He was sure to love it.

I hid it back under my mattress and looked out the window. It was still like summer outside and I loved that. I loved the heat and the warmth…the sun. I wondered what he was doing now…and I tried to imagine, my smile wide across my face.

Showering…I loved fantasizing about him doing that. Soaping himself up…bubbles everywhere…shampoo in his hair as he scratched his fingers through it…mmmmmmm…the hot water, steaming…rinsing over his body…damnnn….I AM horny.

Him at his mirror, fixing his hair…that was fun to imagine also…he probably just claws it up into the air and it just sits there, perfect in its messiness…bastard.

Maybe he's running now…across forests and hills…mountains…the sun glowing against him like an angel…

I had to stop doing this or I'd be playing with myself in ten minutes.

I talked to X and a couple of the other girls as they got ready for school. That got my mind off him for a little while. I felt so comfortable with the girls here…as if we'd known each other forever. It was easy and I loved that. Making friends is usually so hard for me, harder to keep them. But with these girls, it was effortless. These ARE my people.

X and I were in our gym clothes when we left the house, taking our school uniforms with us to change into after. It was still warm outside and we enjoyed that as we walked to the gym. She dreaded gym, as I used to…funny…now I couldn't wait to get there.

When we got there, we were early, being dressed, so we sat on the floor, Indian style, as usual. We talked a little, not loudly, but just chatting while we waited for the other girls to show up. When they did come, I started to quiet myself…not saying much else to X. She got the hint and stopped talking, too, and she sighed as we knew he'd be here soon.

He finally entered and gave his three short whistle blasts…we all stood up…it was pretty silent when he joined us…so he managed to instill the fear he wanted.

"Lunges.", he barked, "25."

A bunch of girls began to groan but he lifted his eyes up to them, instantly silencing them again.

"35.", he corrected, waiting for anyone to make a peep. No one did. X glanced at the girls who'd made the noise that damned us all, not saying a word.

We did our lunges…and Mr. Cullen walked by each one of us, watching for signs of practiced exercisers.

"Miss Carmichael.", he said to one girl, "Did we practice last night ?"

She was about to answer when he said, "Don't lie because it will only anger me more."

"No, Mr. Cullen.", she sounded a bit rebellious in her tone.

"Why not ?", he asked calmly.

"I had better things to do.", she shot back, and a bunch of us turned to look at her, shocked.

"Did I say to stop ?", he turned to the rest of us nosey bodies. We went back to doing our lunges, listening.

"You had better things to do.", Mr. Cullen sounded amused by this statement, "I'm glad to hear it. Now you will be crawling through the mud outside for the rest of the period. Go. And leave that attitude out there too."

And she went ! She didn't talk back but stood up and silently walked outside…I watched that…confused. Did he just compel her ?

"Enjoy.", he bid her farewell as she disappeared out the doorway, going out into the football field area.

"I hope the rest of you didn't have better things to do last night. The football field is huge…lots of room for more.", he turned back to us, watching as we all tried to improve our lunges now.

"Better, Miss Harlow.", he approved as he went by the next girl, "Did you practice ?"

"Yes, Mr. Cullen.", she said, not stopping.

"It's obvious. Very good.", he sounded almost warm in his voice.

"Sullivan.", his voice turned a bit icy now, "What's the problem here ?"

"My leg hurts.", her voice came back at him, not sounding sorry at all. Miss Nickles came right to mind. I guess he DOES hear this excuse all the time.

"Your problem, not mine.", he curtly retorted, moving on.

"No, really.", she pushed.

"I believe you.", he said, his back already to her, "I said your problem. Keep going."

He never entertained whiners who complained it hurt…believe me, I know. Once he asked me, "Does that mean I get less ? Because it hurts you ?"

"No, Master.", I blinked the tears away back then…trying to toughen myself up.

"Good.", he lifted my chin, "Let those tears fall…and we won't wipe them away…those are your poems to me."

I got a little shiver, remembering that. And I smiled, hoping soon he'd come kidnap me again.

Mostly, he was satisfied that most of the girls did practice last night. We weren't GREAT by any stretch, but we had improved since yesterday. He seemed to be alright with that for today. Maybe he IS trying to be nicer, after all.

At the end of the period, Miss Carmichael, a very pretty girl when she left, came slowly back into the gym, covered with mud and even a couple of twigs hung from her hair. She just stood there, her arms out a bit, her eyes full of tears, looking stunned and miserable.

"Wait over there. Don't get that mud on my floor or you will lick it up.", he said, glancing her way as he finished teaching us our volleyball drills. We weren't about to play an actual game yet…these girls were even worse at volleyball than I was. I found some comfort in that.

A couple of the girls made a little sound of shock and a giggle at Mr. Cullen's threat to Miss Carmichael. Again, I knew that was not a joke.

Miss Carmichael waited, not making a sound as we pulled our eyes away from her to listen to Mr. Cullen.

"Those of you who choose to practice your drills tonight, MIGHT be spared from a different kind of gym class, such as the one Miss Carmichael experienced today.", he announced, then without look at her, staring at US, he asked her, "Miss Carmichael…how was your gym class today ?"

She shivered and peeked down at her dark brown gym clothes, her bare legs and arms also covered with thick muck, it seemed she was praying nothing dripped onto the floor as she stared at it.

"Bad.", she said meekly. It was just one little word…but the feeling in it was HUGE.

Mr. Cullen looked back at us.

"Trust me, when I suggest you practice… you practice.", his smokey gold eyes shone as he regarded us.

"Dismissed.", he picked up a volleyball and bounced it playfully up into the air off his inner elbow.

We all began to head to the locker rooms, silently. Day two and already Mr. Cullen has the class terrified. He's good.

"Come here, Miss Carmichael.", I heard him say to the girl in the mud and she slowly approached him, afraid to get too close.

I peeked as I left them, not bothering today to make kissy faces at him right now. It seemed wrong to do so. I actually felt sorry for the girl…for a moment, remembering when that was me.

I could hear Mr. Cullen's voice but couldn't hear the words he was saying as I entered the locker room. But the tone was clear – he was angry but calm, letting her know not to try that twice. In my heart, I hoped she was okay. She seemed as if she was.

I noticed her a bit later, she quietly walked to the showers that no one was using now…and began to peel off her dirty clothes, not caring who saw her nudity.

"Oh my God.", I spun away from her and looked at X.

X looked at me with a face that said, 'She asked for it'. I agreed with that but still it bothered me a little. I let it go and minded my own business as she began to shower alone. She was making little sounds as the water ran down her body…not crying…but…humiliated. I wanted to say something to her, help her as Alice had once tried to help me…comfort her, even. But I didn't.

A lot of the girls who came here were here for a reason. They were angry and rebellious like I was…Mr. Cullen HAD to be as tough – or tougher – than them. I couldn't become friends with another girl who was already earning Mr. Cullen's wrath like this. So I would stay out of it.

My mind quickly shifted after gym, remembering that today was Friday. This would be a perfect weekend for Master to reacquaint me with my slave role. I really hoped we would this weekend. But then a dark thought crossed my mind. What if he makes me wait until next weekend ? Oh God. I didn't know if I could wait that long.

"I want that little cunt crying for me when I take it next.", his words made me tremble even here in History class.

I was really bothered over something that dawned on me a bit too late. I hope he doesn't think I found him boring or stale without all the Master and slave stuff. Quite the opposite. He was exquisite and intimate…I loved it. I never felt closer to him. But I also missed our Master/slave days. Was it wrong to want both sides of him ? I really wanted to ask him but it would have to wait. A long day loomed out in front of us and it would be some time before I would be in his arms again. It felt so cold outside his arms, always.

It was great to see him in Music class. He was always so amazing there, relaxed…free, playful. It was like he washed off the gym teacher version of himself and became a very happy musician after school. I was glad I got to see this version of him. The girls in this class adored him and that was obvious. I couldn't blame them. He was beautiful here.

"Today we are going to find your voice.", he said to us, with a warm smile, "Each one of you will know your voice by the end of this class."

"What we're going to do is you're going to learn how to find the voice…the voice that's hiding inside of you…your true voice…what that looks like.", he sounded so excited, his face matching his tone, "And we're going to go over the five steps that shows us how to do that."

"Are you ready ?! Let's DO it !", he almost bubbled with enthusiasm and I felt myself smiling, my eyes drunk with his face.

And he was funny, too ! Many times we laughed as he made fun of himself, talking about when he was younger and he tried to sing like his favorite singers…and he did try to sing like Michael Jackson.

"Billie Jean…is not my lover…she's just a girl who says that I am the one…", he did it very well, actually, but it just wasn't HIM…and it was very funny. We all laughed and so did he. Then he said, later, as his voice coach began to help him find his own voice, he hated it at first. I couldn't imagine that with him. But it was a good story.

But then he said, "Everyone hates their own voice at first…we've all heard ourselves on a phone message or in a video…you know. But, later, when you embrace it, then you feel more comfortable in it…"

Then he sang, even better than Josh Groban ever did it, "You raise me up….so I can walk on mountains…you raise me up…to walk on stormy seas…"

His voice was deep and strong…haunting and flawless. This was more him.

The sigh from every female was almost audible. I know I did it in my chest.

Later, he said, sitting at his piano, "Step one is…sing with your chest voice. What is a chest voice ? That's the name of that bottom part of a singer's voice…the bottom part of their range…notes at the bottom part of your range…"

He played the keys when we did our vocal exercises.

"So instead of a – AAA AAA AAA AAA AAAAAAAAAhhhh !", he sang the scales with his Michael Jackson voice again and got more laughs, keeping the voice as he spoke, "We want to sound all high and pretty and soft…"

"Or….we go the other way…"AAAAA AAAA AAAA AAAA AAAAAAAhhh !", he did it loudly and really deeply masculine now…it sounded obnoxious and we all jumped back, giggling at him.

"Trying to Demi Lovato or Adele…", he was back to his normal voice now, "Instead, just go with the way that YOU would sing it…AAAA AAA AAAA AAAA AAAAAAAAAAhhhh."

He did it in his voice now and it was melted honey in a voice.

I DID get a lot out of these classes. I, too, imitate Amy Lee when I sing. Damn. I knew I would hate my own natural voice by the end of this class, too.

He even later did a little bit of Elton John's Rocket Man and it was lovely. He did it to show us something, using high and low notes in a song.

God, he could be anything he wanted…what's he doing here ? He could be a rock star, having his toes sucked by hot women.

Maybe it's too public for him, being a vampire. Sad.

"What is your musical genre ?", he asked later, "As much as I'd love to sing gospel, my voice is not meant for that. My voice is built for pop and maybe like…cleaner rock…it's not designed to just belt out a OOOHHHHHHHH !"

He tried to do a gospel note and he messed it up on purpose, getting another laugh.

"Some singers voices are built to do that…but not mine.", he said shyly, "If you have a naturally raspy voice, maybe rock is for you. Or if you have a clean and bright voice, then maybe pop is a great place for you to start. And choose songs that fit your voice. It is so common for a lot of singers to try songs that are WAY out of their range. So, a tenor that sings Johnny Cash is NOT going to sound right this way…."

He did his Johnny Cash voice trying to do a slow pop song…and it was hysterical ! I never wanted this to end. I got what he was doing. He was making fun of himself, making us feel at ease so we would feel good when it came our time to get up there and sing.

"A great way to try your own voice is to just…try just speaking the words to the song….", he said, then just spoke, "You raise me up so I can walk on mountains."

"Then, take that same feeling of speaking the words…and try to put it into music.", he played the piano, "When I am down…and oh my soul, so weary…"

This was the first line of You Raise Me Up. I wished he'd sing the whole thing for us.

"When troubles come…", he sang on, "And my heart burdened be…"

He stopped and I almost whined aloud.

"It just sounds so much better and more natural.", he instructed on, "And I can DO that song in my own voice without hurting my voice…but if I tried to imitate another singer, I could do damage to my voice in five minutes."

At the end of class, he was smiling and saying, "And again, you will not like the sound of your own voice at first…but please…try and push past that psychological barrier and embrace your voice. It's yours. It's not like anyone else's…so remember that. There's so much more to be gained by using your own voice than to try and imitate someone else."

Exactly. I could use this lesson to let him know that I love HIM…in all his darkness…and depth…his light colors as well as his black ones…I want them all.

After class was over, I had some alone time with Mr. Cullen.

"Can I ask you something ?", I dared, sounding meek already.

"Always.", he looked up at me, stopping his fingers from playing the piano keys.

"Are…you mad at me ?", I started there.

He looked straight ahead, at the sheet music, confused, then up at me.

"No.", he replied without any hesitation, "Do I seem mad ?"

"I mean…", I took a breath, "About me asking for…(I looked around and hushed my voice) slave stuff again ?"

He smiled more. And it was like the sun had just come out.

"Oh, that.", he seemed to enjoy that I was squirming.

"I just want you to know…", I began, "I'm THRILLED to be with you…in any way…that you're comfortable with…if you don't want to…"

His eyes glinted with mischief, now a honey fire color, and he looked at me again.

"You're agonizing because you think I don't WANT to chain you up naked and have my way with you ?", he asked, making me realize how ridiculous that sounded, "How sad you make me, Miss Swan. The things you ask of me…"

I blushed, just hearing him say the words. He was mocking me…but still, I wanted it so bad.

He smiled now with more sympathy in his eyes.

"Look at me, 317.", his voice said a bit sternly now, but with softness in it. I looked down into those pools of warm gold and wanted to drown in them.

"I'm fine.", he stated with a grin, "I love making love to you…and I love fucking you too. I once thought fucking was all I was capable of. And I did it well for a long time. I DO enjoy it. But it's because of you that I can make love at all, finally. Can't we have both ?"

I smiled in relief. It was just what I was thinking, hoping for.

"Yes.", I felt tears in my eyes.

He smiled even more warmly at me. Oh my God, his mouth was like a drug I could not get enough of…even just LOOKING at it made me insane with lust.

"I thought you didn't want…that anymore.", he informed, "After finding out…all about me…my past…"

"I told you—", I began to say it again but he held a hand up.

"I know.", he said, "I know. It doesn't matter to you…crazy girl. But I thought it would be hard for you to trust me after knowing all that. Believe me, I would NEVER harm you…or betray your trust in me again. I will stand by our new rules. The safewords…are there for important reasons. You will use them if you need to. Now it's time for me to trust YOU. I'm sure you won't let me down."

"Alright.", I sniffed, "I just didn't want you to think that I found you…boring or something…this summer has been…magical for me. I don't want to lose that. But…I have missed our secret time too."

"So have I, honestly.", he smirked at me, and he sat me beside him on the piano bench, his large arm around me, adding, "Don't worry. It will be my honor…to make love to you when you're a good little girl…and it will be my PLEASURE to ravage you when you've been naughty."

His pointer finger was trailing itself along the bottom of my lip as he spoke…I felt a tremor go through me at the tone of his voice, the power of his words…I was afraid to stand up now because there would be a deep puddle there when I rose.

"And I have a feeling you will be kidnapped shortly.", he said, sensing I couldn't speak right now.

I almost quivered at the way he said that, too. My mouth opened twice before my voice came out of it.

"I hope so.", I wished, "I'm dying for that."

"You will wait and be prepared when the time comes.", he said, sounding very much like the Master I missed so much. I needed him. I needed his structure.

Before I was ready, Mister Cullen scooted me out.

"Dinner time.", he said without looking at the clock behind him, "Get your sustenance, Swan. Who knows when you'll eat again ?"

I almost laughed.

"Alright.", I agreed, "See you later ?"

He shrugged, playing the piano, making me suffer in the wretched agony of not knowing.

"Brat.", I muttered as I went to the door. I looked back and almost thought I saw his cheek move, as if he were smiling as I left.

"Dismissed, Swan.", he shot back, continuing his playing.

Dinner with X and a couple of the other girls was great…and fun. It even took my mind off things for awhile. For some reason, I was nervous. It had been awhile since Master had me in his clutches. Would I be tough enough to take what he was planning for me ? He said to use safewords. I would if I had to. I hope I don't have to. I want to keep up with him. But he's a vampire. I'm a human.

I didn't see Alice anywhere all day today, even here in the cafeteria. Maybe she went to the other school, one of the 316 he transferred. Maybe that was for the best. I hope she's happy, wherever she is.

I hung around with the girls at home…AT HOME. It really DID feel like home to me here. I was comfortable here. I didn't feel threatened or embarrassed to be around these girls at all. They were funny and nice to me. And they weren't super rich, either. We had a lot in common.

It was at 8:21pm that I got a text from unknown.

Go upstairs – alone.

I got a very hot feeling between my legs just reading it.

"I'll be right back.", I said to them, "My Dad wants to talk to me."

They didn't seem weird about it when I went upstairs. Good.

I peeked into my dark room and took a breath. I didn't see him. I went in and didn't turn on the lights. I closed the door but didn't lock it.

I moved slowly…standing next to my bed. I waited. I hoped he didn't come popping out of the closet, that would give me a heart attack. I closed my eyes and stood still, waiting.

A slight breeze moved my skirt a bit at the bottom and I clenched a bit, knowing he was near.

Suddenly, the tight, cold hand was over my lips and the other one was around my waist, holding me to him.

I made a little sound, not of anger or struggle but of surprise.

"Silence.", his voice was like a knife in the dark.

"You actually RAN again…you ungrateful little slut.", his voice sounded insulted now.

Uh oh. We were playing runaway slave girl again. Shit.

"You may have thought that you did well, eluding me all summer.", his voice was right in my ear, his lips almost touching the side of it as he spoke.

"The truth is…", he moved my hair off my right shoulder and out of his way as his breath tickled my bare neck, "I didn't even NOTICE you were gone until yesterday."

I tried to play along and say or do something.

"Shut your fucking mouth.", he cut me off before I even TRIED it.

"Nothing you can say is going to save your ass now.", he said in a darkly sweet voice, "So don't bother to insult me any further."

He jerked me tighter to him even though I didn't try to struggle. It felt divine.

"Oh, you WILL beg.", he assured, "Don't worry about THAT. But I will make you EARN your right to beg. Do you know what that means ?"

I shivered but shrugged anyway.

He gave a very black chuckle.

"You will, little girl.", he promised.

"Yes, Master.", I said in a whisper.

"You don't get to call me that right now.", his voice was deadly, his hand gripping my hair.

I nodded and said, "I'm sorry…I won't run away again…"

"That's what you keep SAYING.", he raised his voice on the last word a bit, making me jump physically, "But then you hide out here…in a whole new school…thinking I'm fool enough to just allow that. Do you think I'm a fool, 317 ?"

"No Master…no…", I denied, trying to sound good now.

He put his hand back over my mouth, silencing me.

"Yes, you do.", he argued, "You MUST. You keep doing it. Even after being punished again and again…I must be a big fucking joke to you."

"No.", I tried to say under his hand but he yanked my head back to rest against his shoulder.

"I said shut up.", he released my mouth only a moment to give me a little slap against my right cheek. Then it was back over my mouth as I gave a little cry.

"You are no true slave of mine.", he said, "A true slave doesn't need chains or ropes or cages to hold her. Her devotion to her Master is her reason to stay."

I tried to speak but he held my mouth harder.

"Do you have something to say to me ?", he asked. I nodded.

He removed his hand.

"It better be good.", he warned, "Speak."

"I AM your true slave, Master, I swear !", I pleaded, knowing this was part of the game, "I swear !"

"What does YOUR swearing mean to ME ?", he asked, "After you've run away twice now?"

"I promise, please !", I really did feel tears coming to my eyes, "I'll be good. I'll do anything. I'll never run away again. I want to be with YOU, Master. I love you."

"Blah blah blah.", he yanked on my hair again, "Those are just WORDS. Your actions say a lot less."

"You will SHOW me.", he demanded calmly, "Say 'yes Master'."

"Yes Master.", I said.

"It will be very hard.", he said, "And very painful. But you WANT to prove it to me, don't you, slut ?"

"Yes, Master.", I agreed.

"From this point on, your actions will be what I listen to.", he stated, "And if they aren't DAZZLING in their purity…their devotion…well then…I have lots of others who would love to serve me. Do we understand each other ?"

"Yes, Master.", I answered.

His hand went around my neck and then moved around the back of it.

"Before I put you to sleep.", his voice was deep and low, "I want you to know that when you open your eyes next, you will suffer. And you will suffer for ME. You will do this obediently and beautifully. Your every move, sound, and word had better please me to death. No more screw ups. No more chances."

Slightly his hand squeezed on the back of my neck…I began to get very sleepy but I wasn't under yet.

"Do you feel it ?", he asked me, "Do you feel your last moments of peace slipping away ?"

"Yes, Master.", I said a bit groggily.

"Good.", he responded, "Now…go to sleep, you disobedient little bitch."

END OF CHAPTER 2

** Stay tuned to see what happens next ! Dark Edward coming up !