Hi Guys !
I hope you liked Chapter One. It will get dark in here at times, but if you know me, you're not surprised. LOL. There will be parts of this in Edward's point of view too. I started this story awhile ago and didn't finish it. I have now and decided to share it. Thanks for reading it !
Chapter 2 - Playing with Mr. Cullen
So that's how I found myself in the empty gymnasium now at 11:45pm. I still sucked and could not get it. I heard myself whimper, hungry and tired. This place sucks. I hate it here. Only fear kept driving me to try again and again and again. I kept seeing his eyes, black and cruel. I kept hearing his voice, his words : I will make SURE you learn it. And believe me, little Miss…you DON'T want THAT.
Truer words were never spoken.
So I tried again, hating the ball…hating my life.
I kept thinking Mr. Cullen would come in here while I was doing this…but he never came. Tomorrow would be a whole different story I knew.
The next morning there was an assembly in the auditorium. I still haven't really met any of the other girls in my house…too busy trying to save my own life with volleyball lessons with myself. Maybe soon if I survived this week.
I sat in the third row, the only seats not putting me next to anyone else. All the teachers started coming in, walking up onto the stage. The big motto was painted on the wall to my right : WE UNDERSTAND. WE CARE.
What a crock of shit.
A woman stood at the podium, introducing herself as the Principal, Miss Lucy, she called herself. She was in her 30's, attractive, wearing a nice purple dress and high heels.
"Welcome students for another great year here at Thornwood Academy !" she yelled, everyone applauding. I could see Mr. Cullen standing up there, wearing jeans and a white button down shirt, his sunglasses over his eyes. He half heartedly applauded then put his hands behind him, setting his jaw, as if he hated attending these things. He probably did. Or he just couldn't wait to get his hands on my ass. For a moment it felt like he was staring at ME but I was probably imagining it.
It was a boring assembly. Teachers got up and just gave information about clubs to join, academic and social alike…jobs that were still available to students, blah blah blah…
The principal was up at the end and said " Our counselors are always here to talk. Even if it's three in the morning. Reach out. Help yourself. Don't wait for us to chase after you. The choice is yours. Your life is yours. Only you can start healing it and making it better."
Then all the teachers droned out "We Understand. We care."
I nearly laughed out loud. Even Mr. Cullen said it. Or SEEMED to say it. His lips moved at least.
"And now, Mr. Cullen will play a piece he composed called A River Flows in You.", she announced. Mr. Cullen removed his sunglasses and began moving towards a piano on the left side of the stage as she said, "Our music department is only great because of his tireless efforts and constant…constant dedication to each and every student who walks through these doors."
I almost snorted. This should be good. I hoped he'd screw up. But I knew he wouldn't. Bastard.
"Once you see the skill and talent involved in this piece, I hope you will be inspired to keep reaching for excellence and keep trying to learn every day of your life. And there are many spots available still if you're curious about music."
I WAS. But there goes that. I could just see Mr. Cullen slamming the door closed on my fingers as I tried to play it. No thanks I've got enough trouble.
Mr. Cullen looked annoyed he had to wait for her to finish speaking before he could play. But then he put his fingers to the keys and delicate, beautiful sounds began to dance up out of it into the silent air.
He was even great at this. He was a God playing piano on earth for mortals. I just watched him and wondered how hands that could play such beautiful music could also destroy me. His lips pursed up into a relaxed little bow as he played each key to perfection. His dark perfect eyebrows were down a bit, as he concentrated. I'm sure every female in earshot was in love. Maybe I would be too…if he wasn't my own personal Lucifer.
Once he was finished, everyone applauded. There were many WOOOOs but Mr. Cullen didn't even smile or bow…he just got up and went back to his spot, crossing his arms almost defiantly, as if he didn't really WANT to be here, playing his music for us.
What is his deal ? I wondered. Maybe he needs to talk to someone here. Maybe…he's just as screwed up as we are…huh…was I feeling sympathy for the devil ? Nah. I'm just tired.
"Thank you Mr. Cullen.", Lucy smiled, "That was unbelievable."
It ended moments later and it was back to worrying about gym class. Maybe he wasn't that scary after all.
Yes he is. And I'm his new favorite student to pick on.
I don't know why…but I felt tears in my eyes. It was the most beautiful music I ever heard. At least I heard it on the last day of my life.
I couldn't concentrate on any of my classes that day. All I could see was that goddamn volleyball. My Wilson. Why did he hate me so ?
I got dressed for gym and walked out to my doom without a struggle. I just hoped it would be quick.
We all sat there in our spots. I kept thinking of my wrists hitting against the ball…I kept seeing the ball going up…coming down…the sound of it against my flesh. I almost didn't see Mr. Cullen come into the gym when he did.
Three whistle blasts sounded and we all stood up.
"Ladies.", he said loudly, "We have a very interesting period coming up today. Bella Swan is going to show us what she's learned playing with herself."
Jesus ! I felt the flames in my cheeks instantly.
Girls laughed and he allowed that like he'd said.
"I'm sure it's going to be really entertaining for all of us.", he put his sunglasses in his blue t shirt, "Laugh, comment…have fun with it. It's all good."
I wanted to pluck his eyeballs out with my fingers.
"Miss Swan.", he snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor next to him, "Come."
I went over, blinking tears away as the girls all sat on the bleachers. The little black haired girl was back and looked worried for me. At least someone cared. I still don't even know her name.
He looked at my face and frowned.
"You better impress me.", he stated calmly.
I wouldn't.
He took a volleyball and held it up a little, showing it to me like I was dumb…he took it with him to the other side of the net.
"This is gonna be good !", one girl commented, they were all talking and laughing amongst themselves, waiting for the show.
"I'm going to serve now.", he called to me, "Get ready."
He was making fun of me again. I want to beat the hell outta his mother.
I felt my wrists coming together, my fists curled up. I got myself into the middle of my side…waiting.
I felt like I was sweating already.
He served the ball, not doing anything real fancy. It was coming over the net and I felt my body moving to get underneath where it was going.
Then BOOM ! The ball bounced off my wrists and fired back over the net to his side !
I nearly CRIED ! I was so thrilled with myself that I could hardly breathe.
But then Mr. Cullen ran up to the ball that had just made it over the net and he slammed it like a savage, and like a bullet it hit the floor right inside my end of the net. I didn't get there in time to get it. There was no way I or anyone else could !
"Spike. One – Zero.", he sneered, turning slowly and returning back to his position to serve again.
Oh God. Where we really playing against each other for a whole game ? That's 25 points ! I think.
See ? I learned something from the book.
He tucked something into his shirt that looked like dog tags but I had other shit to worry about right now.
Did he or anyone really think I had a shot at getting even ONE point ? Why was he doing this to me ?
He looked so good over there that I could hardly even think. All I could do was clasp my arms together again and try again.
Serve after serve he humiliated me. Not only with his amazing ability but his eyes, his voice, his comments.
The other girls were cheering for him and WOOing every time he got another point. I managed to hit the ball a few times but my moves were nothing compared to his. He was like a machine, able to deflect everything, always in the right spot, always better than me.
"Weak.", he scowled at me when the score became 10 to zero.
Just for fun he came up to the net and softly hit the ball with his palms and I did the same. We went back and forth this way for a few times and I felt proud of myself. Then he spiked the ball down in the middle of the court on my side.
"You trusted me ?", he huffed, "Jesus."
I'm gonna find out where this guy sleeps and burn the house down.
He walked away from me, running a hand through his hair. He wasn't even sweating or anything ! I felt wet everywhere ! This was brutal. Not only that he was slowly killing me with a thousand cuts but the humiliation from the other girls. That was just a nice bonus.
"Alright Mr. Cullen !", a couple girls were clapping for him, "Kill her !"
He ignored them and served the ball again, and again…and again.
I tried my best. But I didn't get one point. Duh.
What was he trying to prove ? That I suck ? I told him I sucked ! Mystery solved !
"What the HELL was that ?", he asked when he scored point number 15.
I had managed to spike the ball down on my own side of the net.
"Pure talent.", I mumbled to myself.
He didn't say anything in response so good, he didn't hear it.
At the final point he scored, I actually did face plant and my boobs flattened against the glossy blue and tan floor.
The girls were laughing at me, covering their mouths as I laid there.
Mr. Cullen ducked his head under the net and approached me. I thought he was coming to see if I was alright but again….DUH.
"Stay down you're pathetic.", he spat the words out, slamming the ball down on my back.
I was about to lift myself up but he pushed me back down with his foot.
"I said stay down.", he repeated, "That's all you can do on this court."
He blew his whistle and the other girls got to their feet.
"Positions.", he barked at them, "Playtime is over. Try not to step on Miss Swan here. If you want to use her for a step up feel free."
I was mortified ! I really had to lay here face down while the rest of them played all around my head ?!
Sneakers were squeaking all around me and I held my hands over my head, the tears silently flowing . I was visibly shaking like a leaf and couldn't control it.
He coached them as usual and a few times I felt sneakers hit me in the ribs, graze my legs, one girl even DID catapult herself onto my back so she could spike the ball and score a point!
I heard Mr. Cullen laugh for the very first time, a big boisterous laugh at that !
I heard another girl slap hands with the first one who stepped on me, giving each other a high five.
It's okay. Ever see Carrie ? Prom day WILL come bitches, know that.
The bell rang and they kept playing a few seconds longer. Then the whistle blasted again.
"Thank you ladies.", Mr. Cullen dismissed them, "Thanks for the laugh, Miss Fagan, I haven't done that in years."
"You got it Mr. Cullen.", the bitch sounded on cloud nine.
Fagan. Got it Mr. Cullen. Thanks !
I waited there, laying there, staring at the floor under my nose. I knew he had to dismiss me before I'd be allowed to move.
He took his sweet time regarding me. I almost thought he'd left. But when I looked up he was standing there, staring down at me.
"You have something to say to me?", he finally spoke.
I was confused. What could I say ?
"Like what ?", I asked.
"I told you to practice—" he began.
"I DID PRACTICE !", I shouted, the tears exploding out now, "I PRACTICED ALL FUCKING NIGHT ! I TOLD YOU I SUCK !"
"First of all " , his voice was lethal and low, "Don't you EVER…raise your voice to me again. Apologize."
"I'm sorry Mr. Cullen.", I whimpered.
"Mean it.", he demanded.
"I am…sorry.", I breathed, "I really tried. I tried my best."
"No, you didn't.", he disagreed, "But you will. I want you here every day after school. I will MAKE you do it. If I have to break you in a thousand pieces and put you back together again correctly then I will. And stop that fucking crying. I'm not your Daddy. I don't feel sorry for you. I don't feel ANYTHING for you !
I don't want to hear it. You WILL give me what I need. Whether you like it or not. Because unlike the walls you see around here everyday tell you – I DON'T UNDERSTAND. AND I DON'T CARE. Now get the hell out of my sight."
I ran out on the rest of my classes that day. I just couldn't be around anyone else. I just ran and ran outside until I somehow got to a hilltop. I sobbed like a little girl, not even sure why. All I knew was I wanted my Mom. Damn. I am a little girl. I have to grow up or I won't survive here. I have to harden and toughen up. I wished I could drink again…or get high. That always gave me courage. Without it I'm nothing. Funny…I hate myself almost as much as HE hates me. It would be interesting to see where this road led. Maybe I would be tough enough to take him. Maybe I would crumble and just end it all like I've tried to a few times before. I don't know why I'm still here. But I am.
Edward's POV:
"Who will it be tonight?', I muttered to myself as I glanced at my computer screen, scrolling through the pictures of the student body. I could've just closed my eyes and done this in my own mind but I was not feeling real peaceful right now.
I damned myself, letting that little girl rile me up. I'm 250 years old I should be able to handle a pitiful uncoordinated virgin that can't hit a volleyball. Why can't I see her thoughts ? Why ? For a moment I thought I was losing my abilities until I heard the wave of little girl hormones from all the others.
He's sooo wicked. I love it.
His body is sooo on point. Wish just once the sprinklers would go off and he would take that tight little shirt off. Oooh wet t shirt….yummy.
So lovely. He never smiles…how sad. I wonder if he's suffered some personal tragedy.
That was Heather Thomas. She's more of a poetry type.
I was used to their horny thoughts by now. I had been here for a few years and most of these girls came to this school freshman year. Now it was junior year so for the most part I knew these girls inside and out. I could tune them out most times and once I got them exercising and working hard their thoughts cooled down a bit. It may seem cruel, how I talk to them but for me it was survival. Keep them at arm's length, keep them away. Don't let them get too close.
But this new one…was weird. I can't hear her mind. I never came across anything like it before. But even then, I said, 'whatever…one less voice in my head to endure.'
But then…I smelled her. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I almost took her right then and there in front of 11 other students. I would've totally fucked up my perfect setup here in this school. I could've fixed it, of course. Dispose of the bodies…glamour anyone who saw anything…make them forget.
Glamour…for those of you who may not know…that is a power I have that I guess a lot of other vampires have also. I can look into a human's eyes and tell them something. They will believe it without question.
"Fire feels good." I could say.
Then that human will throw themselves into the flames, excitedly awaiting how great it will feel.
I don't do that to the students, of course. I use it for other reasons. Mostly, to beckon them to me when I want them. To make them forget most of what happens to them after I bore of them. I do want a little bit of the terror to remain in them, just because I like the fear in their eyes, the thumping heartbeat, the rush of blood. And then there's the screams…mmmm…I love that most of all.
But they never really know for sure…did it all really happen? Or was it a sick dream they had about evil Mr. Cullen? I enjoyed them being half in half out of their minds. The moment I beckoned one to come to me, though…and I first got my icy hands on them…that's the moment they realize it IS true. And real. That's when my fun begins. And theirs ends.
I always made sure not to drain any of my students. Don't want to kill them, just play with them. Usually three girls a night was enough to sate me for another day, a little blood from each. Then if I was really thirsty after that I could always go into the town outside the school. I hardly ever had to do that anymore. I was actually pretty happy here with my girls. A lot of them talk a good game but most of them are virgins…or at least…they WERE…before me. Virgin blood is my favorite. Scared virgin blood.
I could pretty much do anything I wanted here and get away with it. I have the entire faculty trusting me and believing in me. That took two weeks to achieve. But the parents….they would be irritating, wondering where their precious little tots were. There would be questions, accusations…problems. I don't need humans to come any closer to me than they already do. 99% of the time they left me alone, almost sensing that something wasn't quite right about me. I was perfectly friendly to them, of course, and that was enough for them.
In addition to all that, let's not forget : this is a school for troubled girls ! Even if I wanted to kill one there'd be no huge issue. I could make it look like a suicide, or another student killed her for some reason…I could make it look like she overdosed…the possibilities were endless.
Then I told myself that I am in control of who I fuck, what I eat. This strange human would not change that. I am in control. Like cement my will would not be crushed. This is what I kept telling myself.
All that aside, I need to feed. I need to fuck. NOW.
I knew it was stupid but I was looking for a brunette and I knew why. I felt like an idiot in search of a replacement for the target I really wanted. But that girl…I had to wait…wait until I knew what her damage was. If I fed off her and something was wrong with her blood…it could make me sick or even kill me. I'd hear stories from other vampires about humans who'd inject shit into their own blood to hurt us, tempt us into drinking poisoned people. If someone out there was laying a trap for me, it wouldn't work.
Lauren Higgins…
She was a pretty little thing, her hair dark brown and parted down the middle, nice and long. Wearing just a little makeup and smiling without showing any teeth. Green leaves and pink flowers were in the backdrop of the school picture and her eyes were a light blue.
She is a fantastic basketball player, tall and strong. This is her last year here and if she plays her cards right I can recommend a scholarship for her to play college ball at a school Mommy and Daddy can't afford.
I've had her before, six times to be exact. And my perfect vampire recall let me relive every moment of it as I tilted my head, deciding. She was good enough for what I needed tonight.
And she was very frightened of me. Very obedient.
I inhaled and leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes and going to her. Mentally.
I could see through her eyes now…she was in the kitchen, doing her chores, cutting carrots.
There were other girls around her, doing similar tasks. Dinnertime was approaching and they were getting everything ready.
It had been a little while since I last called on Lauren. She seemed very content until I silently spoke to her in my brain.
"Lauren.", I just stated her name as if it was any other day in gym class.
She immediately stopped chopping her vegetables. I could feel her shaking. Perfect.
"Come Lauren.", I firmly demanded, not needing to shout it or even sound angry about it.
"You know where.", I added, "Now."
The sun was just beginning to lower and make things look dark as I slowly went to her.
I didn't need her to reply to me, she had no choice but to come. I've tasted her blood and that ties her to me. Even if I never call her again, she'll always be mine deep down whenever I want her. 80% of the girls here were mine – the other 20 % fell under the category of not interested.
They were the lucky ones.
I knew where Lauren would meet me because I knew exactly where we met last time, April of last year, Tuesday, 7:47pm. There's an entire underbelly of this school no one knows or cares about. Abandoned, underground, cold and dismal. You could hear running water in this spot because that's where all the pipes were. I had cleaned up the ground areas in some of these places and had a lot of fun things under the floorboards and in old lockers I could use when I needed them. I fixed it so the electricity worked down there, just enough juice to use my toys.
It was not well lit down there. I don't need lights to see what I'm doing. And it was better for the girls to be in the dark for the most part. It made them more anxious and nervous.
I could feel that she was here already, shivering, waiting for me. Her blood was nice and hot and the smell was very inviting, like when a human smells steak cooking from a restaurant.
"Hello Lauren.", I said in a deep voice from above her.
She jumped, giving a little squeal, looking up at me as I stood on a ledge high over her.
I leapt down in front of her with no effort at all. I was nose to nose with her, looking down into her scared little face.
"What's wrong, Lauren?", I asked her, taking hold of her face with one hand, "You look nervous."
I slowly pushed her back into a chain link fence that was behind her and she let out a little scream, then stifled it right away.
"Mr. Cullen…", she breathed, "Wait…"
"Wait for what ?", I sneered, giving her a little lick up the side of her face, my growl rumbled in my chest as she began to cry.
"Don't answer that.", I suggested, staring at her eyes, "I don't want to hear it. Do we understand each other ?"
She shivered hard and closed her eyes, a tear coming down her other cheek.
"Yes Mr. Cullen.", she accepted.
"Usually I love to hear the begging.", I took a handful of her long brown hair and pulled her head back a little, whispering in her ear, "But I have more immediate needs right now. Perhaps later though."
She was in her school uniform and I loved that. There is something sexy about uniforms.
"You will answer to the name Miss Swan for the rest of the night." I informed, stroking her long pretty locks, making them fall over her face more to keep the illusion alive.
"Yes Mr. Cullen.", she trembled as I moved my cold fingers up her bare leg, up higher to her inner thigh under the skirt.
"Mmmm….", I purred, "It's so nice and hot here…."
She was breathing heavier, recalling the other times we shared together.
My finger was under the edge of her panties now, feeling the soft skin and hair there.
Another tear fell out of each of her eyes as she grabbed at my hand.
"Get that fucking hand off me.", I warned as she panted in fear, "Grab the fence behind you with BOTH hands."
"I'm sorry…I'm sorry!", she obeyed what she was told.
"Have you forgotten the rules?", I asked her, astonished.
"NO no !", she gasped, "I swear I didn't !"
"You better not.", I shoved her and took a step back.
"Take off your clothes Miss Swan.", I ordered calmly.
She hesitated and I barked, "NOW!"
She cried and took her hands off the fence, quickly taking off her shoes and socks.
Then she unzipped the gray skirt and moved it down off her, legs stepping out.
She let it be on the concrete floor, then yanked the blue polo shirt off. She wore bra and panties now, her hair still hanging over her face, and for a moment she really looked like Bella Swan. This would work. For now.
"Tick tock.", I snapped my fingers, "Let's go."
She let out a little sob and undid the bra in front, taking it off and exposing a nice pair of breasts for an 18 year old. Nice and full.
Then she took the panties off. Her body was very pretty. Flat stomach, nice little ass.
"You're taking good care of yourself, Miss Swan.", I complimented, "Nice and firm."
She looked down and tried to fold her arms over her breasts.
"Arms down.", I reminded her of another rule.
"I gave you a compliment, slut.", I pointed out sternly.
"Thank you Mr. Cullen, thank you.", she hurried up, remembering herself.
"I hope you're still strong.", I looked her over, taking in every detail, "I'd hate to break you."
"Please don't hurt me Mr. Cullen…", she wept, still looking down.
I almost laughed.
"Miss Swan…", I tilted my head, smiling, "That's exactly what I'm going to do to you…"
"You're MY little toy to play with tonight.", I reminded as I pinned her arms behind her with one of my arms, "And I'll do whatever I please with you…"
My voice was gentle as I spoke and that made her more uneasy.
I licked up the side of that jugular vein and hissed with pleasure. I kissed the spot hungrily, closing my heavy lips over the pulsing little vein beneath. I bit, without breaking skin, softly for me, hard for her.
She was quivering and mewing, terrified of what I would do to her next.
I grabbed her over the mouth and forced her face away from me, muffling her little cries, I spent a little time here, just tasting the flesh, kissing, biting, tempting myself but holding back for now.
"Miss Swan…", I purred into her ear, "You taste soo delicious."
She started to struggle a little but I nipped that thought in the bud.
"If you move again without permission", I hissed in her ear, "I'll break your arm. Bye bye scholarship."
She stopped.
"Smart girl.", I snapped back.
"Why are you crying ?" I asked her softly, "Huh ? We're not strangers."
I slapped her right breast with a decent amount of force, enough to make her scream out, bucking against my cock that strained to be set free of my black jeans.
"Don't you like this?", I asked her tenderly, "Don't you enjoy me ?"
"Yes ! Yes !", she panted harder, "I do, I do !"
"I don't believe you, Miss Swan.", I gave the other breast a nice hard slap as she cried out, "And frankly I'm hurt. I thought we had something special."
She was about to speak again when I slapped right over her nipple this time. It wasn't a lot of force for me but it was for her.
She squealed out loudly and bent her knees, trying to get herself away from me.
"Stand up STRAIGHT.", I reminded her of another rule, "Bend those knees again. BEND THEM AGAIN !"
"No no no !", she straightened and wept softer now, trying to quiet herself.
"Compose yourself.", I demanded, waiting.
She made herself quiet a bit.
"Better.", I snapped.
I closed my eyes and buried my nose into her hair, near her ear and used both my hands to clutch her breasts. She kept her arms down and behind her. Good, she managed to remember ONE rule.
She breathed harder as I clutched then slapped both breasts at the same time. Her head fell back against my chest as she endured it, grunting out, trying to keep herself quiet.
I began pinching both nipples very hard, squeezing them flat then letting them go….then again.
She was moaning a little now, unsure whether this felt good or bad.
I got bored of that after awhile and grabbed her arms behind her again, pulling her hair and moving myself to the other side of her face, turning her face to the other direction now.
I had my hand around her neck firmly as I approvingly said in my velvety voice, "Yesss….that's where I want you."
I was kissing and licking the other side of her neck now, then down where the neck and shoulder meets, biting again but just enough to hurt not pierce.
She was crying again and her voice made that wonderful "MMMMMM" sound vibrating under my large hand.
I released her mouth and took hold of her neck again, giving it a small squeeze...just enough to scare her a little and deprive her of air for a few seconds.
She gasped when I released her and she turned towards me, trying to kiss my neck now.
"Keep your lips off me until I tell you otherwise.", I frowned at her, my voice tight, "You understand me?"
She nodded and said meekly, "Yes Mr. Cullen. Yes."
I had her arms pinned behind her again and my other hand went to her chest, above the breasts….and my fingers curled in a claw, scraping slightly over the flesh, moving across from right to left, making four nice little lines there. They bled only slightly, just light scratches…for now.
I let out a very pleased breath, husky and deep as I put my fingers to my lips, tasting her as she watched me. She was really trying to keep it together now, failing fast.
I sucked one finger clean then brought my hand to her mouth.
"Taste yourself.", I suggested softly as she wept again, "Come on…open that mouth."
She obeyed and I stuck my fingers in, moving them in and out, letting her try.
"Mmmm yummy aren't you?", I asked her, "Suck my fingers like a good little slut."
She sucked and the warmth and wetness felt marvelous.
"Oh yes.", I moved my fingers to the back of her throat, making her gag a little.
She struggled to breathe as I blocked her airway, letting my fingers stay there, giving a little wiggle as she nearly gagged enough to vomit. I removed my hand and she gasped for air.
"I can't wait until my cock is in there.", I growled into her ear, hearing her whimpering louden.
"You can't wait to suck my cock, isn't that right Miss Swan ?", I asked her and took her hair, making her head nod up and down, "Yes I know you love it. All you little whores do."
I felt my fingers moving across her warm little stomach now, not scratching enough to draw blood here. But enough to make her think about it.
My evil claw was straining to hold itself back. It wanted to rip that flesh. But I wouldn't allow it. Not yet.
"What nice, soft, white skin…", I breathed, giving her inner thigh a nice slap as she jumped and let out a little cry.
She didn't answer me. I was getting pissed.
"I gave you another compliment Miss Swan.", I informed.
"Thank you thank you !", she sobbed, knowing she was screwing up.
"This is our seventh time Miss Swan.", I slapped her pussy this time hard as she bucked up, screaming.
"I thought you'd have your shit together.", I sounded disappointed, "A senior ! Honor roll and first string on the basketball team ! Maybe you're not the one who deserves that scholarship after all."
She mentally struggled with this, she hated rejection and being told she wasn't good enough. I would use that to my advantage.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry Mr. Cullen !", she begged.
"Start behaving yourself now.", I warned, "We have all night so drop the babe in the woods crap. You know damn well what's going to happen. Grow up."
"Yes Mr. Cullen.", she whimpered, "I'm sorry."
"You certainly are.", I huffed.
My fingers were on her clit now, rubbing furiously. So much that to her it felt like a vibration, worse than any toy could do. I wanted to drive her to climax. Maybe that would calm her down a little.
It began working very quickly, she was moaning and panting like a filthy slut. I pushed her head down and ordered, "Watch me play with your pussy. Don't take your eyes off."
She started gasping hard and I stopped my fingers.
"Uh uh uh.", I warned, denying her.
"Uhh pleassse…", she breathed.
"Please what ?", I purred my sweet voice into her ear, my lips right against her face, my vampire breath luring her into a dizzy fog.
"Please….let me come…", she breathed in a whisper, ashamed of herself for begging the devil for pleasure.
"Ohhh", I smiled a little, "You think because I like holding you like this and fingering you that I should let you come ?"
"Ummm", she sounded absolutely buzzed at the moment, her eyes raised up away from my hand as she considered her answer, asking, "Please ?"
I began moving my fingers again as I asked, "Where do those eyes belong, Miss Swan?"
She looked again to my hand and breathed, "On my pussy."
"Right.", I approved as I kept playing her like one of my instruments, a sweet little melody erupting from her as I pushed her further towards coming.
"This is the spot, isn't it ?", I asked, remembering exactly where she liked it. Every girl I owned I remembered every detail of her.
"Yes.", she moaned, "Yes Mr. Cullen."
"I think you're getting close.", I observed, "But I think you should hold it, don't you ?"
She whimpered like the spoiled little thing she was.
"You're no rookie.", I reminded, "You've done this lots of times, haven't you, you little slut?"
"Yes Mr. Cullen."
"But only with me, isn't that right ?", I asked, but I already knew that. I'd know if another boy got to her. But she wouldn't dare. None of them did. That was a big rule. Only I was allowed to touch them like this. They belonged to me alone.
"Yes Mr. Cullen, only you.", she was getting weaker.
"Good girl." I moved my fingers faster now as she wailed out, trying so hard to keep from coming.
"The punishment for coming without permission is hard, you remember that, right Miss Swan ?", I asked gently, my other hand covering her mouth.
"Yes Mr. Cullen !", she mumbled behind my fingers.
"You nearly didn't make it last time.", I recalled fondly, looking down at her wet glistening clit below.
She roared a little, having an internal struggle of her own as I continued without mercy.
"I give you what you want…", I spoke slowly and directly, "and then at the same time I get what I want. Isn't that the case ?"
"Yes.", she panted, getting closer, "Yes."
"Then why THE FUCK do you keep looking away from your pussy ?!", I quickly turned angry, keeping the bitch on her toes.
"I'm sorry !", she pleaded.
"And what the FUCK is my name ?!"
"Mr. Cullen ! Mr. Cullen !", she started to panic.
"Then why aren't you saying it anymore ?!"
She trembled harder and cried, not able to come up with a decent answer.
"You think because I'm allowing you to have a little pleasure now that you can forget all the rules ?!", I asked, still working her clit.
"No no no…", she replied, clenching her eyes closed to try and resist what was coming.
"Do you wanna come ?", I asked her, and she was nodding her head, her breaths more jagged.
"Should I let you come ? Really ?", I asked again as she looked at me, begging.
And that broke the thin illusion that Bella Swan was in my grip.
"Why the FUCK ARE you looking at me ?!", I gnarled in my teeth, really frustrated with her now.
She looked down again, gasping and crying again.
"You just can't follow simple directions, can you ?", I mocked her, "Maybe I was wrong."
"No no Mr. Cullen…", she wept.
"I chose you…", I moved my fingers even more now, "I thought you were smarter than this."
"I am I am !", she was so afraid of me I nearly laughed out loud.
"Alright here's your chance to prove it to me, you ready ?", I asked her.
"yes yes yes" she was panting.
I took my hand away and said, "You can come. Go ahead."
She looked so confused and frustrated I did give a little laugh.
"Aww what's the matter ?", I smiled, "You can't come without me ?"
"No…no Mr. Cullen I can't come without you…please." She tried the doe eyes on me, thinking that would soften my resolve.
I slapped her pussy with my hand and said, "Those fucking eyes are on me again. Don't lay those fucking eyes on ME !"
"I'm sorry !", she looked down, crying.
"You are not my fucking equal !", I slapped her wet pussy again harder as she cried out, "Is any of this ringing a bell ?! Have you really forgotten the LAST SIX TIMES we met ?!"
She was pleading for mercy again but I was having none of it.
"Every second of our time together should BE BURNED into your fucking memory bank !", I hollered as she groveled, "Is it really not everything you think of, every minute of every day ?! You should be having nightmares about me EVERY FUCKING NIGHT."
"Maybe I haven't been that intimidating.", I growled into her ear, "Maybe I've been too soft on you."
"Oh God…no I swear….", she shivered harder.
"Is it coming back to you now ?", I slapped her pussy again, very hard now, "Ringing a bell ?"
"Yes YES !", she cried.
"Maybe this school has better therapy than I realized.", I thought aloud to myself, "Have you told anyone about me bitch?"
I knew she never had but I enjoyed playing with her this way.
"No NO NEVER Mr. Cullen !", she replied.
I pulled my leather belt off my jeans slowly and coiled it around her neck like it was a deadly snake taking hold.
"Hmmmm", I let the noise come out slow and lethal.
I buckled the belt behind her neck, roughly yanking her long hair out of my way.
"There…", I said quietly, "That should keep you where you belong."
I pulled the belt and let it tighten around her throat, not taking all her air away….just most.
She struggled but tried to hold still and she gagged a bit…she kicked and let her head fall back on my shoulder…then I let it loosen.
She was coughing and gasping hard, wordless.
"It's so interesting….", I cooed, "That that's all it takes…just a little squeeze…and in minutes it's all over for you…everything…your future…your dreams…that's how fragile it all is…"
"Right here.", I put my hand around her windpipe under the belt strap and pinched it off for another moment.
I waited until she turned a bright red color before I released her.
She was coughing and panting, whimpering against me.
"You don't deserve to come.", I decided, "But I DO. So the next few hours will be devoted to that. How's that sound Miss Swan ?"
She gagged and nodded quickly, tears running down her face, the parts I could see anyway.
"Good little slut.", I kissed the back of her head.
"I want you to go to sleep now.", I commanded without anger. She gave a little sob, knowing what that meant.
"Don't fight it.", I grabbed her hair, "Go to sleep."
She closed her eyes and went limp in my arms.
Going to sleep meant that for five minutes she would descend into a deep little coma of sorts. One of my own creation. If I was feeling generous, she'd have nice dreams. If not, she'd be trapped in a nightmare that I created and controlled. While she was having her nap, I would position her into anything I wanted. When she awakens, she'd find herself in a real life nightmare, chained or tied up in any way I liked. That's when the real fun would begin. All this before was just to break the ice a bit. A warmup.
I gently laid her down on the gritty hard floor and looked down at her.
She was not Bella Swan. And that really angered me.
Silently, I decided her nightmare would be about zombies – six of them…fucking her mercilessly and eating her at the same time.
Her body began to jerk here and there…her eyes moving back and forth underneath her eyelids. I just watched, seeing the dream she was trapped in. Her voice howled in the dream and she fought uselessly to free herself to no avail. Then they started biting her, ripping flesh as blood gushed.
"Sweet dreams Miss Swan.", I grinned, turning to get my toys so we could begin when she awoke.
I had a great time getting little Lauren – or Miss Swan - prepared for our first little play session. First I put the leather boots on her…six inch spike heels…I laced them up very slowly…this part must not be rushed…it was just as important as the game itself.
The brilliant shine coming off the leather warmed me inside. I made them nice and tight, being sure that her inner thighs were still exposed to me. Didn't want her having any protection there. Lauren's little body kept jerking and her voice giving small weak sounds…
"Enjoying your nightmare little one ?', I asked, knowing she couldn't hear me.
I came back a moment later with a twisted little corset. This one has little spikes inside…not enough to cut…just enough to be very very uncomfortable when I laced it up. It did not cover her breasts at all but pushed them up so they were round and heavy.
"I sincerely hope so…", I kept speaking to her with a very low, gentle voice, lacing the strings through it as I fitted it to her fit torso, "You deserve every second of it…"
She spasmed again and her voice cried out a little louder now…not a scream…but very loud.
"Oh dear…", I smirked at her, "Are they eating you ? Tsk tsk….you should've run faster. Too bad you can't die in your dream….they'll just keep feeding on you and fucking you…until I save you."
I decided to use a high posture collar on this one. It was tall and thick with three silver rings around it. It is designed to hold the slave's head up and not allow her to look down. If she insists on gazing into my eyes then that shall be the only place she'll be able to look.
I made that nice and tight as well, just enough to allow breathing but not deep breaths.
"Lovely.", I decided allowed after buckling it behind her neck, then I covered her face with her hair again, wanting to see none of it. I thought about covering her head completely with a hood or a full head mask but I wanted the thin illusion that this was Bella Swan. So I needed the hair.
Why do I hate her so much ? I kept asking myself that. She didn't do much at all to anger me…yes, she was a brat and a nerd, uncoordinated and pitiful…but I see that everyday.
No…it's that silent mind of hers…and her scent. It pisses me off and makes me want to fall on my knees at the same time. I will NOT…be a slave to it…or her. I'll die first. I knew full well that I would figure her out soon…she was my new project. But like any mystery it's maddening until you find the last puzzle piece and finally conquer it.
Lastly, I put tight leather sleeves over each of Lauren's arms, her hands encased inside. Then I put her up against the half standing chain fence to my right. I stood her up against it and began chaining the rings at the ends of her hands to the fence, making her arms reach out far and tight, almost painfully.
Then I did the same to her ankles, bound to the fence securely. Far apart so she could not close her legs at all. I made the hair go over most of her face…letting the eyes peek out a bit. I could always read my slaves by their eyes, which was more fun than always reading their minds. I could turn it off at times when I didn't want to hear it…then switch it back on.
"Adequate.", I muttered to myself, wishing I could have the real Miss Swan here now like this.
Could you ? She snidely asked me yesterday, like I was some weak middle aged teacher she could wisecrack to. I wanted to crush her face right then and there.
Forget her for a minute, will you ? The monster inside me scolded, you have a nice piece of meat right here waiting for your anger. Wake her.
I used to fight the voice inside of me. Long long long ago….now it made perfect sense to me.
You're right as usual, I silently agreed. Don't get attached to any one particular human, even in anger or hate. They're all the same. Faceless, boring, and colorless. Until they bleed.
The wall behind her was an awful vomit green color, the paint all peeling and worn, wet with moss and decay. Black smears laid under that paint, making it look absolutely hideous. The smell was even worse. It smelled like a sewer. It didn't bother ME. But to her it just made things even more unpleasant.
That's all she would see in here, besides me. It was very dark but not completely so. The moon lent a little light inside through cracked ceilings above.
I was ready now.
"Wake up, Miss Swan.", I said, sounding a little bored to myself.
Oh don't be like that, Edward, my voice said, have fun. I would be glad to put this Swan situation behind me and get back to normal business.
She jerked awake and I was a few feet away from her, in a dark shadow she couldn't see me in.
I watched her with a small smile as she came to terms with the predicament she was in. I folded my arms and listened as her heart rate began to increase, her blood starting to move quicker.
Her eyes were wet when they opened. I guess she didn't like her dream sequence. For a second she was still fighting the zombie rapists…until she realized she was back here now…with me.
I had taken my shirt off and was now wearing only my black jeans. No shoes. I didn't need them, my feet would not be cut or uncomfortable on the destroyed floor.
She was fool enough to start testing out her bonds, pulling her arms and raising her foot, trying to move in vain.
Jesus Christ these girls are stupid, I shook my head a bit. This bitch has been with me six times already ! Does she truly think she's going anywhere ? Or could escape ? Even if she DID I could call her to come right back to me ! Honor roll my ass.
The rings around her neck jingled a bit, making a cute sound beside the running water background noises. Her breath came out a little jaggedly, "Uhhhh", as she felt the strain on her arms and legs already.
Finally I decided to put her out of her misery.
"Did you enjoy your time with my friends?', I asked, making her jump out of her skin. Her body started shaking, almost against her will as I slowly came out of the blackness, approaching her, carefully wrapping my black leather flogger around my own neck, letting it sit there as I moved closer.
She was giving little half breaths, trying to calm herself. That's a plus in her favor at least she wasn't bawling again.
Tilting my head I came nose to nose with her, taking her under the chin with my hand, squeezing her face until her lips were mushed up into a little circle.
"I asked you a question, Miss Swan.", I said into her ear, breathing hotly into her face so she'd calm enough to respond. My nose was buried in that hair, my face against hers.
"Yes Mr. Cullen.", she quivered like a baby. Just once I'd love to have a defiant little bitch in my clutches.
"Look what I have…", I lifted her face up higher, pinching her left nipple tightly in my icy fingers.
She panted harder, wincing from the pain as I got a handful of her hair behind her head. My other hand stroked down her face and then I gave it a light slap.
"You're gonna be my little fucking toy tonight, aren't you ?" I asked with a pleased voice, giving her cheek three more tiny slaps.
"Yes yes yes !", she said, mumbled a bit as I held her cheeks together again, making the mouth distort a bit.
"Mmm hmm", I agreed, then putting my fingers in her mouth, saying, "Open !"
I shoved my fingers in deep, moving back and forth against her tongue, wetting them with her hot saliva.
She was not protesting yet but she was panting hard, awaiting the pain that was sure to come.
I withdrew my fingers and brought them to that dry little pussy of hers, moving back and forth against her clit…underneath…her body weakened a little bit, the pleasure of it racing alongside her terror. Who would win ?
"What the fuck are you whimpering about already bitch ?" I asked, slightly annoyed, still working my fingers.
She didn't answer but clamped her mouth shut and moaned while I moved a little faster on that hungry little pink tuft of skin. She was enjoying it. They all did. Until things turned ugly. They always did.
"No, no", I said into her ear, "You don't get it that easy, little girl. You have to WORK for everything you get. You got me ?"
As I informed her of this my hand gave her cheek a few more slaps to emphasize my point and wake her out of her momentary bliss.
"YES Mr. Cullen !", she popped her eyes open and responded loudly, "YES !"
"Louder!", I slapped her again.
"YES MR. CULLEN !", she screamed it out.
"Mm.", I let her face go for now and took a step back. Fear makes such a nice smell.
Now I concentrated on those sweet little tits of hers. They were begging for the flogger.
But first I used my hands, warming them up a bit.
I clutched them both in each hand, getting a back arch from her and a moan. I worked them for several moments, taking my sweet time.
Enjoy it, my voice suggested.
"So Miss Swan…", I began, just as interested in the mind fuck as the physical one, "It was last April when we last played…do you remember ?"
"Yes Mr. Cullen.", she replied, trembling and watching what she could see from her angle.
"How was your summer ?", I queried, as if we were sitting in class, reminiscing.
I kept manipulating the fleshy warm mounds before me, looking at them as I spoke.
"Nice…" she answered, "We went to Hawaii…"
"Oh shut the fuck up.", I raised my voice just a tad, "I don't care how your summer was."
I felt my head shake. I will need a grown woman very soon. These little girls were hurting my brain.
"Christ. Hawaii…", I mumbled, my fingers trying to hurt her breasts now, "Aren't you here on student aid ? You're a little con artist, that's what you are…lying little bitch. I work two jobs, I'm so poor….could you possibly help me get a scholarship?"
I mocked her voice and she was really freaking out internally now….tears coming to her eyes.
"You think it's fair that you're in Hawaii working on your tan while I'm HERE in the dark and cold ?", I wondered aloud, "Is that fair ?"
And I gave her left breast a hard slap, her voice crying out hard. That was sure to leave a nice purple bruise.
I tuned into her brain just enough to see that the trip to Hawaii was paid for by her aunt but I still didn't care. That pissed me off. I would never go to Hawaii. And she could.
"No no no…", she wept, still reeling from that last blow.
"Damn right it's not.", I agreed, still squeezing her, "But I guess that's life. We just play the cards we're dealt…as best we can."
Well you might have had a great time in Hawaii bitch….but now you're here with me. And you will pay for that.
A tear fell from both her eyes as I stared at them.
"Miss Swan, please grow up this instant.", I warned, "You're going to college next year, right ?"
She nodded then quickly squealed, "YES MR. CULLEN" when she saw my frown.
"Last year at Thornwood Academy…", I sounded nostalgic, remembering her as a freshman, "How exciting…life is just about to begin for you, huh ? So many new chapters…"
She was trying to breathe better, to calm herself down. It wasn't working.
"I will really miss our time together, won't you ?" I tilted my head again, squinting my eyes for her response.
"Yes Mr. Cullen…", she panted, hardly audible.
"By the way…", I pondered aloud, "What college WILL you be attending next fall?"
I twisted her nipples with cruel strength, pulling them out hard, keeping them in my fingers.
"Princeton !", she half growled half screeched, "Princeton !"
"Princeton…", I repeated, nodding my head slowly, "Very good, Miss Swan…New Jersey….it's nice and overcast there…."
"Oh my God…", she shivered, whispering to herself, closing her eyes.
"Maybe I'll take my Christmas break there…I could use a nice vacation…", I let that float around in her mind in case she thought she'd be rid of me after June, "Maybe I could stay with you…you wanna build a snowman ?"
Another tear.
"Aww", I feigned sorrow, "You don't want me to come ?"
"I do I do…", she answered, more frightened now.
"Invite me."
"Please come", her breath was labored, "Mr. Cullen, please come see me….please…"
It needed work.
"Eh…", I sounded uninterested, "I don't know…maybe."
The look in her eyes almost made me laugh. God how I love mind fucking these dumb little girls.
I let go of the breasts, giving another little slap. This was nothing. Just getting into it.
She screamed out loud when I began to move towards her again.
"Why do you keep flinching every time I touch you ?" I asked her, sounding unaware.
I pulled out another little toy of mine from behind my back, tucked into the waist of my jeans.
She screamed hard when she saw it. All too well she recognized this little object.
"Aww you remembered.", I sounded pleased, bringing it to her nose so she could get a better look.
It was a little dagger of mine, a wicked looking blade with a black rubber handle below, not straight but a v shape.
"What's this ?", I tested her, "Let's see how good that memory is."
"Push blade.", she answered right away, "Push blade…"
Push dagger but close enough.
"Very good Miss Swan.", I sounded delighted she got something right. I carefully let the razor sharp blade move down her perfect little nose and then laid to rest against her full wet lips.
"What's is used for ?" I tested further.
She closed her eyes and another tear moved down her cheek.
"For pushing into….", she whispered then let out a very big sob, breaking down.
"Into what ?", I traced it around the bottom lip, not breaking skin.
"Into people…", she squeaked.
"Nasty little thing isn't it ?", I asked her, moving some hair away from her neck, "How many times have I stabbed you with this again ?"
"Four.", she replied, jerking everywhere.
"Mmmm that's right.", I let my voice sound glad she was correct, "I bet you're remembering my rules now, aren't you, Miss Swan? I'll bet you see everything crystal clear now…"
"Yes yes yes….", she panted, "Mr. Cullen…"
"And what's this ?", I turned it around, showing her a little red point on it's other side.
"Mr. Cullen please don't…" she jerked around now, trying to struggle in her chains.
"Hold still !", I pulled her hair back tight.
She stilled immediately, recalling all the fun we've had with this evil little toy.
She begged again without permission, "Mr. Cullen please don't ! I'm sorry, I'm sorry for whatever I did ! Please I'm always nice to you…please…."
I gave a huff of a laugh. What a six year old this one is. She's always nice to me ?
"Oh I see….so I should be nice to you, huh ?", I traced the red point down her neck towards her breast, circling one very very slowly.
"Choose your next words VERY…VERY carefully Miss Swan.", I growled into her ear so softly she almost couldn't hear me.
I hoped for her sake she'd have the right response.
"Whatever pleases you Mr. Cullen.", she said the correct words. Maybe she would not be stabbed tonight after all.
But she would still be shocked.
I put the red point firmly to her nipple and it gave out a nice hot zap, a little bite of fire stabbing into her flesh.
"AAAA !", she yelped and thrashed for a moment.
"Who's more scary, me or this ?", I asked, smiling as I awaited her reply.
"You - YOU Mr. Cullen !", she whimpered, more tears coming now.
"You're truly afraid of me, aren't you, Miss Swan ?", I asked.
She hesitated, afraid of the consequences of her answer.
"Talk to me.", I pushed slightly.
"Yes Mr. Cullen.", she openly cried now, admitting it.
"Yes I'm sorry.", she shivered, closing her eyes.
"Well let's discuss this.", I kept moving the little red blade oh so slowly down her stomach, "What is it that's so scary about ME ?"
She cried, unable to form words.
"It's okay.", I assured her, "You can tell me…"
She still would not answer me.
"Alright Miss Swan, you answer or I'm going to zap you again.", I put it this way, the red blade against her clit now, "Three…two…one"
"Your EYES your EYES !", she wailed, quivering and sobbing, drool coming out of her mouth as she breathed.
"Ohhhh it's my eyes…", I gave a nod, "I see…because they're red ?"
She nodded quickly, breathing hard, closing her eyes.
"You've never watched a horror movie before ?", I asked, "Gone out on Halloween ?"
I was a little hurt to think that it was only my eyes that scared the fuck out of her…after all I've done to her ? It had to be more than that.
"But of course you wouldn't SEE my eyes if you KEPT YOURS DOWN LIKE I TOLD YOU TO !", I let her think I was furious now.
She clenched her eyes tighter, jagged little sounds coming out of her.
"Shut up.", I snarled at her, covering her mouth and muffling her pathetic noises with my hand, "Stop acting like a child. We're talking."
"Breathe.",I took my hand off and watched as she did what I said, "Deep, slow breaths….in…out…"
"That's right.",I gave a nod, "Keep doing that."
"If I hear crying again", I turned the blade right side up, putting it under her pussy, "This side gets a bite."
She almost lost her breathing again but I said, "Uh uh uh….slowly."
Her breaths became slower and normal again.
"Good.", I approved, "Now, back to the subject at hand. What else frightens you about me ?"
I didn't really care but this was a fun line of questioning for now.
Suddenly, she was calmer somehow. "The pain.", she stated clearly.
"Aww…", I kissed her cheek softly, "I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you ?"
She was really trying to keep herself together now and I applauded that. But I just wanted to calm her so I could destroy her again.
"No…no…" she shook her head, wincing, "Mr. Cullen."
"I have news for you, you delicate little twat.", I stabbed the words into her hair, "Life IS pain. You can do all the right things, say all the proper words…win at basketball tournaments…pass every test…it doesn't mean SHIT. Life will still fuck you in the ass."
I can testify to that shit.
"So tell me sweetheart…how do YOU deal with it all ?", I wondered out loud, my push blade traveling carefully up her thigh.
"If you don't talk to anyone…how do you feel so at peace up until the moment I call you again?"
Again she hesitated from answering me. She was starting to piss me off now.
"Alright Miss Swan.", I put the blade at my back in my jeans for now. We'd play with that later. Too soon for bloodshed yet. Her blood wasn't nearly ready for that.
I took the handle of my flogger that rested on my shoulder.
I began with medium strokes, delivering them fast without much pause between. I usually warmed up to this but not tonight.
She was screaming and bucking around as I hit my mark everytime, making those nice breasts bright red and tender.
"Are we going to talk or do this ?", I kept whipping her, now at her stomach, then back to the breasts, harder now.
"GOD !", she cried out, "GOD !"
"Talk girl !", I suggested, not stopping.
"GOD GETS ME THROUGH IT !", she yelled.
I stopped. No. This girl can't possibly…are you kidding me ?
"Oh I apologize", I grinned, "I thought you were saying GOD as in God it hurts or something."
She was trying to process the intense pain I just delivered.
"Ohhhh so….God….gets you through it.", I said the words slowly, as if I didn't understand.
I gave a very dark chuckle at that one.
"Our Father who art in heaven…", I turned away from her, playing with my flogger in the air, "Hallowed be thy name…"
"That one ?", I asked her, not turning to face her again.
"Yes Mr. Cullen.", she sniffed, feeling a tad better since I was a couple feet away.
"Perhaps he'll come to rescue you, Miss Swan.", I said hopefully, "Not that he showed the other six times…"
I turned, looking up and around…."HEY GOD ! Mr. ALMIGHTY ?!"
With a tremble, she just watched me silently.
"Hey J.C.!", I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls, "Lauren….I'm sorry…MISS SWAN…needs you now. Come on ! Time to save your little lamb !"
I waited, checking my fingernails.
"HELLOOOO ?!", I called again. Little Lauren looked so alone right now I almost giggled.
"Okay last chance !", I tried a third time, "After this, if you don't come, I'm gonna fuck her about 16 different ways !"
I could hear her crying again. That didn't take long.
I whistled, slowly and creepily….giving it some time.
"Three….two….",I stared right into her stupid little eyes, "One."
I pursed my lips together and guessed, "I don't think he's coming Miss Swan."
"You see…Bella…", I said the name with venom, "There IS NO FUCKING GOD you asshole third grader !"
She wept openly, knowing she was in deep shit now.
My voice had thundered the words as it echoed all around her.
"Except for ME.", I revealed, "I'm your God now."
"If you pray…pray to ME. Pray….that I have mercy on your sickening ass.", I sneered, feeling particularly annoyed now.
It's not that I cared if this stupid little bitch wanted to believe in something, even God. But I would not hear God's fucking name in my playrooms…ever. Unless she was coming and screaming OH GOD, that is.
"But be warned, Miss Swan…", I put the flogger on my shoulder again, "This God will never have mercy…I only care about what you can do for ME. Be clear on that."
I looked away and took an unneeded breath to clear my head.
"So, let's begin services, shall we ?", I let my eyes go sinister as I came to her again.
End of Chapter 2