A/N Hi readers. Sorry for the long delay with this chapter, I was feeling very overwhelmed with work and doubting my writing capabilities. But now I'm back and trying to post more regularly. As always, I appreciate the support from everyone reading this and would love reviews. Thanks for reading!

TW for mention of rape.

Disclaimer: I own a few things in life, but Twilight is not one of them.

Taken Away Chapter Three

I step into the new room, and hear the door shut and lock behind me. Still clearly being kept as a prisoner then. As if I'd know my way out of this maze of a castle to escape anyway.

The room is more plush than the tower room from earlier, yet less grand than the one I'd just come from. There are two large beds with smooth and fluffy covers, and two large wooden wardrobes which seem to dominate the room. In one corner there is a screen which I assume has a sink and toilet behind it, as there are no other doors. We have some windows along the left wall, which I cross to and look out.

The gardens of the castle stretch for miles around; we must be at the back of the castle as there is no sign of the great forest ahead. No one needs that big of a garden. Rich gits.

Turning around, I notice the small curled up shape of the girl from earlier on one of the beds. Alice, I think her name was. I walk over and sit down on the side of the bed opposite from hers, and tentatively say, "Hi."

Alice turns over so I can look into her tear-stained face.

"Hey," she replies.

"Are you okay? How was it for you? I mean with the guy. Emmett, wasn't it?"

She tenses under my deluge of questions and I open my mouth to apologise for my curiosity, but she responds before I can.

"I'm okay, actually. I mean, being kidnapped isn't great, but the institution where I was before wasn't great either. As for Emmett, well he's a brute but he didn't want sex. I thought I'd be raped. He just wanted to play with me, and laugh at me getting things wrong. It was humiliating, but now…I think it'll be okay."

I digest this information. Maybe my perception of Emmett as cruel was wrong. He didn't want to use her for sex. Ugh, this makes me hate Edward even more. Taking full advantage of the situation, what an asshole. Yet such a handsome asshole.

My musing about Edward is interrupted by Alice's hesitant question. "How was it, for you?"

I breathe in slowly as I debate what to tell her.

"Well I can't say the same as you. I feel so strange now. I thought I'd do…that on my wedding night with a man who loves me."

The girl moves to sit on my bed and put her tiny arms around me. Astonished, I notice I am crying gently. I really need to pull myself together. With a shaky smile, I assert, "He didn't hurt me though. Not much anyway. Mostly I feel horrible because I didn't hate it."

There was a slight pause before Alice replies. "Well sex is meant to feel good. It's just your body's response. It means nothing."

I smile and nod as if I believe her, deciding not to tell her the extent to which I liked it, and not just the sex. She wouldn't understand. Hell, I barely understand myself.

We sit in this embrace in silence for ages. It's comforting, the human contact with someone in a similar situation, and I feel like both of us are reflecting on our situation. Gradually it gets darker outside the windows, so Alice goes back to her own bed and we settle down to sleep. Exhausted by the adrenaline of being kidnapped and my first time, sleep takes me quickly.

The next morning we chat a bit and wonder what the day ahead will bring. Slowly I notice that Alice seems distracted. She keeps turning around to look towards the door, it seems like she is trying to peer through the little glass window at the top. I feel a twinge of panic that she knows something will happen.

"What is it?" I ask urgently.

Alice jumps slightly, "Huh? Oh. Um, nothing."

Her cheeks are flushed slightly and I look at her in suspicion.

"I was just trying to look at the guards," she explains, twisting her hands together uncomfortably.

"Oh, to see if we can persuade them to help us escape. I doubt it. The guards here are probably assholes just like them…"

I trail off as I realise Alice is looking at me sheepishly. It clicks. "Oh. You think they're cute."

She looks away and nods.

Huh. This feels just like high school all over again. Boy drama. Sure, its out of place here, but it's a fun way to pass the time, and get my mind off things. I grin at her.

"Which one?"

Alice looks vaguely surprised that I am encouraging her, but says, "The one on the right, who we can see. He walked me back here. His name is Jasper and he has these really kind eyes. And he was really nice to me too, checking I was okay."

I smile, "Why don't you go talk to him? I can even go too, distract the other guard. Come on, we have nothing else to do."

Alice looked doubtful but had to admit that we didn't have anything else to do. I get up and walk towards the door, beckoning her after me. I tap on the wood to get the guards attention, and they both turn to look at us. The boyish guard smiles warmly at me, the other looks stern and says in a rich, melty voice, "You won't escape through us, don't bother trying."

"We just want to chat," I say, "You have no idea how boring it can get in there with nothing to do. And I suspect guarding us isn't the most exciting either. Why don't we talk?"

The boyish guard nods enthusiastically, like a puppy. I don't even know his name yet but he was already frustrating me. Jasper seems to think for a moment, and then says "Okay."

His eyes are mostly on Alice, and they hold the main conversation. We have to talk through the thick wooden door which only has a small glass window, so I let Alice look out the most, although the other guard keeps trying to get my attention and ask me questions. I find out his name is Mike and he is new to this job, which I note as important information because he could be tricked into letting us escape. Jasper seems more confident in his position, yet increasingly captured by the woman in front of him. I feel pride in myself, this was a good idea of mine. If we can get them on side things will be better for us, I am sure of it.

Suddenly, Jasper breaks off mid-sentence and turns around, pulling Mike with him. Heavy footsteps come into hearing range, and Emmett appears around the corner. He strides up top the door and asks for Alice. I see now that the glint in his eye is playful rather than cruel, although he seems rough still because of his size.

He walks away again, taking Alice with him so I am alone in the room. However I am not alone for long before Edward appears silently behind the door. I stand, thinking he is here to fetch me, but he enters the room, and then pulls down the curtain to cover the window in the door. My body feels electric as I watch him, but I tell myself it is merely nerves.

He smirks at me, like an overconfident Greek God. "Hello, Isabella. Unfortunately I am very busy today, but I wanted to drop in to see you. How are you doing?"

He crosses to me and puts his hand out to stroke my cheek as he speaks. I open my mouth to respond and realise I haven't been breathing. I take in some oxygen and manage to croak out an answer.

"I'm good."

He nods, "Sore?"

I shake my head, and then take a step backwards. The movement makes me aware of a slight ache between my legs and I grimace slightly. Edward chuckles.

"I'm glad to see you are adjusting well, my dear Isabella. I apologise I cannot stay longer, but we must quickly take care of business, and another aspect of your training. Kneel."

This last word was said with such command that I obey immediately, now kneeling in front of him and looking up. He groans quietly and mutters something under his breath, before placing his hands on my head and pulling me closer to his crotch.

"Undo the trousers," he orders. This makes me realise what we are doing, and I feel a shiver pass through my body. I fumble a bit with the garment, before I undo them and his already hard dick springs out, almost hitting me in the face.

Hands still in my hair, he guides my face forwards to meet the head of his cock. Almost automatically, I use my tongue to lick it. It tastes salty, which repulses me slightly and makes me realise that I did that of my own accord.

"Keep going," Edward says, like he read my mind. I decide to let my inhibitions go, and use my tongue to explore his manhood, the thick head and the hard shaft. He guides my head where he wants, and occasionally pulls me further towards him so his dick slides into my mouth.

I feel powerful as this man above me audibly gets more excited and lets little moans escape his lips. As this goes on, he becomes more forceful with his thrusts, so his cock is forced into my throat and I gag on it, again and again. His hands in my hair force me further on him than I would have gone, and faster so it felt like he was fucking my face.

Then with a long groan he pulls me so his cock is down my throat and releases a warm fluid, which I automatically swallow so I don't choke and make a mess. After a moment he pulls out and fixes his trousers, all with a smile on his face.

"That was exceptional for a first time, Isabella. My perfect little maid. I expect you to swallow like that every time. I was right about you," he pauses, "You may stand now Isabella."

I am too bewildered to reply, but I shakily get to my feet, realising as I move that between my legs feels uncomfortably wet. Mentally I chastise myself for my body's response to that, and for longing for more of Edward.

I know I am looking wistfully at his retreating back as he walks to the door, and I wish I wasn't. Somehow his presence was addictive, in an unhealthy way, like heroin. Probably just because he was my first.

"I must go now," he says, "Be good, Isabella. I will see you tomorrow."

And quickly he was out the door and gone, leaving Isabella alone with only her thoughts for company.