Chapter 21

Edward's POV:

Alright so I was wrong. I DO have a favorite. What the hell am I doing ? This girl is casting some kind of a goddamn spell over me or something. I should've told her, "I'll bang ten other girls tonight if I want to and it's none of your concern."

That's the way the OLD me would've responded. The old me…from a month ago. Has it only been a month ?

But I didn't. I couldn't.

She was so fucking perfect and mesmerizing today. Her game idea….and how fucking genius she played it…left me in awe…I can still feel the rush as I hunted her in the woods today. I haven't really hunted like that in decades. I didn't have to, I just had to call on the girl I wanted and she would come.

I felt young again…and I had fun ! And she let me treat her that way today…and she LOVED it too ! Something is seriously wrong with her. Thank fucking God. She better stay screwed up forever. If our time together is going to be like this, I'll never get bored with her. I am seriously amazed at how good she was today ! Even I believed her myself !

I was walking away from where I left her now and I'm already thinking of more games. So many possibilities !

I feel like a stupid kid, what has she done to me ?!

I don't care, I'm having a great fucking time. If I'm whipped, then I'm whipped. Who's looking ?

The one thing that would've made today absolutely sublime would've been me tasting her blood. I almost did a few times but I didn't want to spoil the fun. When that happens, it must be more serious than us roleplaying. I have to have my mind only on restraining myself. Maybe she can tie me up. What am I SAYING ?! My inner demon would be shitting kittens hearing me now !

Mr. Cullen will still be Mr. Cullen in gym class, that's clear. And I am still Master. That's also clear. She still listens to me and respects me. She doesn't fear me in a vampire sense but she fears my anger towards her, my wrath. That's good.

Does she really have a crush on Dr. Carlisle ? I'm not sure. She did name him today in our game. I think that's just because she knows I hate that little twerp. Still…

Oh please, she would never touch him. He's even married, I think. He's old, too. 36 years old.

Well, I'm 265 - I'm older than him. I'm older than EVERYBODY.

I have been spending too much time with Miss Swan. She's starting to drive me mad. Her blood. That's what's doing it. And no test I run on her blood seems like there's anything unusual about it.

Restless and unable to feed, I went to my piano and played the fuck out of it all night long until the sun rose the next day.

Sorry, baby, Daddy needed to use you all night. Don't be angry with me.

I understand Miss Swan's request. I didn't want her with other boys or men either. And it was a very special day today. I thought so anyway.

I almost said the words. I looked at my fingers on the piano keys and they nearly trembled for a fraction of a second. I almost said, "Fuck, I love you."…to HER. No, it had to be the rush I had gotten from our games. The sexual release…the hunt…something.

Best not to analyze this too much. It's alright that I had a fun day today, it could happen and the world didn't have to come to an end. I need to play with my dogs. That'll calm me down.

I called to them in my mind and told them to come to the house. They were on their way and I waited for them, on my deck, watching the lake as the sun kept rising. I would love to have Miss Swan here but there's no way. Her scent would be all over this place and this is the one place where I can go and get away from the school, the girls, the blood, the crap. Everywhere I looked I saw her now. Sitting on the sofa, putting makeup on in the bathroom, cooking eggs in the kitchen, sitting in the sex swing in my basement.

I need a drink.

I grabbed for the first thing in my bar, knowing that alcohol helps with the bloodlust and actually does calm me down. I could not get drunk but it is relaxing at times.

I didn't even bother with a glass I just swigged out of the bottle.

I tried to remember the last human I felt this way about. It went a long way back…and even then it's not the same as this one. Something just feels right inside me when she's around. And it does feel empty when I leave her. No. This is insane. I can't FEEL love, there's no way. This is just lust. Yea…and that's okay. This is the arrangement we've made. She's my slave, there should be lust between us. And the sex today was so hot. She even took the metal hook in the ass - that confounded me !

Damn did she look fucking edible as she writhed around whimpering in the metal cradle today. Fuck. I had to walk away to keep from devouring her whole. And when she cries…shit it does things to me. It doesn't make me want to lighten my punishment…it drives me to go further. It excites me.

I know why…I'm hurting my mother in my subconscious mind, getting revenge for the things she did to me as a boy. I know that. But somehow this is different. It doesn't make me angry when she cries, like the other girls, I LOVE it. I feel alive. Because it's like…her tears also sing to me like her blood does. And I don't feel like shit that I hurt her and made her cry…I feel like I'm powerful because she cries for me.

We are two twisted fucks, that's what it is. But I've met twisted girls before. This has to be about her blood, there's no other explanation. No that's not right. I wasn't drawn to her blood the whole time today…most of the time…I was drawn to HER. Her personality, her reactions, her faces…her body…when I started taking her clothes off and asked why she was wearing clothes because she wasn't allowed to…I felt positively WARM inside.

I wish there was a vampire Dr. Carlisle I could talk to. Part of me thought I could talk to Dr. Carlisle then compel him to forget the whole conversation. But no, what could he say to help me ? He's an idiot.

My dogs are here. Come here babies. Help Daddy forget about people for awhile.

**This part is very dark. You've been warned. Sorry about that.**

Edward's POV:

Miss Fagan's Punishment

Her screams could be heard by me the entire night but if a mortal was within a mile of here, they'd have heard her big mouth screaming as I approached.

But no one could hear her except me and I didn't rush to get down inside the murky little dungeon I had set up for Miss Fagan.

I slowly moved down the steps into the dimly lit space, seeing everything as I had left it. The table with my little electric monitor and battery still the same, the thin black wires moving from it down to the wooden floor and into a tiny little hole in the floor.

Also, arising from this small pinhole was a large metal pulley, a thick chain connected to that…and it went way up into the ceiling above me. Below is where the loud noise was coming from, where Miss Fagan was, howling and screaming it sounded like with an attitude, angry.

"Good Morning, 247.", I said, my voice detached and bored as she kept roaring.

I checked my electric box on the table and saw that yes, it had been working all night. But I knew that because I could hear her screams, also she was bound to me so I could also feel it that she was in pain, even if she were a country away from me. This was the same with any of my girls who've tasted my blood and whose blood I had tasted. We were connected forever after that.

Then I had my mind reading ability. I had shut her out for most of the night, now and then checking in to make sure she was still suffering, alone, in the hole. I was able now at my age to turn the mind reading thing off when I chose to. It took me 200 years to master that skill.

"Sleep well, bitch?", I asked as if she was cuddled in bed with me all night.

Another very angry screech echoed from under the floor. But I didn't move to get her out.

"Oooh.", I pulled a chair up and sat down, "I really hope that's not ANGER I'm hearing. Is it ?"

Crying and another ear piercing scream came out of the hole.

"Ah I knew you couldn't stay mad at me.", I said softly, "You ready to talk with your Master ?"

She kept screaming, saying nothing. I knew why but I wasn't really concerned for her.

"I bought you a present.", I announced, moving around behind me to get the bucket.

"I got you some nice warm water.", I said, going to the metal plate with the pulley above it. There was a small hole beside it, a golf ball sized hole.

"Don't thank me…", I poured it in over where her head was as she screamed, "It's all yours."

"This will increase conductivity.", I called to her below as she really bellowed now, "You familiar with electricity, 247 ?"

She carried on as if she were on fire down there. Tough girl, my ass.

"Yea.", I responded to her screams, "It's working, isn't it ? Cool."

Another very loud scream…then crying again. It sounds very intense down there.

"You're welcome, slave.", I said, putting the bucket down.

She has a few seconds in between shocks so there was a small quiet moment in there…but suddenly she was howling again.

It was almost like a baby screeching for its mother…and I guess that was me now.

"Alright, alright…", I sighed, opening one side of the metal plate, and her volume seemed to increase as the little bit of light crept in for her down there. I opened the other side, revealing a circular hole, blackness in the center. You could just see her eyes right now….and they were ice blue, filled with tears as she looked up at me. Her usually perfect blonde hair was all wet from the lake water and her face was dirty, stained with tears and sweat. Her raging mouth was wide open with a very big screw sticking out of it, a little handle on its end.

"Are you happy to see me ?", I smiled down at her as she roared, the shocks working her again.

"Did you sleep ?", I asked, not moving at all to pull her out yet.

She sobbed and gave a little shake of her head, as much as she could anyway.

"No ?", I asked, "Aww…poor thing."

She clenched her eyes, gasping and roaring again, not able to struggle as the volts shocked her again.

"Would you like to sleep with me tonight ?", I teased.

Her only response was a scream and more panting and crying. She was exhausted and suffering. Perfect.

"You don't ?", I smiled in surprise.

Sobbing, she nodded her head quickly, her desperate eyes looking up at me, begging to be free again.

"Oh you do ?", I raised my brow.

She was hyperventilating and waiting for the shock again that was about to come.

"RRRRRRRRRR!", she raged and closed her eyes tight as the burn consumed her once more.

"No, I don't think so.", I denied her that as she cried without shame or restraint.

I began to put on my black latex gloves and she panicked at that sight. She thundered with her voice again, agonized and afraid.

"Damn", I shook my head, "What a noisy bitch you are."

She boomed again, not even trying to hold it in.

I stood up and went to the chain that was secured, screwed to the metal circle in the wall and I unscrewed it, the electric screwdriver zipping around happily. I took the chain as she continued to bellow and slowly pulled it downwards, letting the pulley do the work.

Crawling slowly, the chain began to pull on the metal piece above Miss Fagan's head that held a circle on top. It was a copper rusty color and it encircled Miss Fagan's head , only the sides. Her face and the back of her head were exposed and attainable.

Then her entire head was coming out of the hole, and I could see the two sets of pipe that also went around Miss Fagan's mouth, screwed in at the sides, also a pipe around her neck, and this thick, wicked looking screw that nearly filled her entire mouth, and a little thing I welded to the end of it, like the end of an old fashioned key or when you used to wind up a clock, the little handle that you turn.

Next, I could see her sweaty tan wet shoulders and very strong torso heaving in and out, the hollow spaces of her throat and upper chest sucking in and out as she cried and screamed louder now. I wasn't sure if it was the shocks or ME who was making it worse but she was getting more and more vocal.

Now her breasts were coming into view and I could see that they were still very flat and sticking out of the pipes screwed together to hold them in place, and my nasty little nipple clamps were still attached, fashioned with the electrodes I had put on them, the wires hanging on them like spiderwebs as she roared out loud again.

More piping coiled around her waist, also locked in tight, pressing into her stomach so much that a little lip of flesh almost spilled over it. Her body was strong and toned, thanks to me. She stopped moving upwards and I noticed that the pipes were caught on the edge of the hole.

I moved it with my boot and then she was free and I pulled her out a bit more.

But I didn't take her all the way out. Her bellybutton was just out of the hole and that's where I stopped her for now. I knew her pussy lips were also hooked up to the wires, also getting a jolt when the breasts did. But I wouldn't play with those for now.

She was starting to annoy me with her howling so I was kind enough to reach over to my table and turn off the electricity.

I allowed her a minute to gather herself. She wept hard, out of relief that it was over. I really hope she didn't believe that it was completely over. That would be sad.

She almost seemed to be gurgling as she cried and I waited, hoping she wasn't stupid enough to gag herself with what she already had going on in her mouth right now.

"Is that better ?", I stood over her, asking as she nodded and said, "Uhh huhh", agreeing.

"Feels better ?", I checked again as she kept nodding.

My black shiny finger played with the key handle of her gag as I looked coldly into her wet tortured eyes. I hoped the look I was giving her spoke more volumes than any lecture I could give her now.

"It's not over, you know.", I quietly informed, her face fell and she started to cry again.

"The way I figure it is…", I said, "When Miss Swan's face is healed…then you might get your release. I think that's only fair, don't you ?"

She just wept, trying to beg without words, trying to find something in my face that reminded her of when I was kinder to her. And I gave her nothing to hold on to.

"I said.", I raised my voice as she jumped, "Isn't that fair, 247 ?"

She sobbed and nodded, gurgling again.

"You're very sorry, aren't you 247 ?", I asked, not breaking eye contact as she nodded and whimpered loudly.

"And you're going to give an apology to Miss Swan that would make the angels weep, aren't you, if you ever see her again. If I ALLOW you to see her again.", I stared coldly at her as she agreed.

"I better be so moved by it.", I warned, "I will be listening."

"But that doesn't mean the punishment is over.", I further informed her, "There's so much more I want to do to you. But I'm in a rare, scary space in my head right now…because I'm actually AFRAID to really punish you, hands on…because I might just lose control and go too far. That's how fucking ENRAGED I feel right now, just looking at you. You can thank your stars that I have the restraint that I have."

She just cried, knowing she was fucked. I let my eyes get scary as I kept glaring at hers.

"Let's see this….", I turned the little key at the end of Miss Fagan's gag and instead of withdrawing it went further into her throat. Just that little turn made a big difference and now she was heavily gagging, making very slushy sounds in her throat. Her lips quivered as her tongue darted about under the screw, unable to stop.

"Hold it.", I instructed her once again, "You never mastered that skill, your gag reflex. Learn how not to gag, come on…concentrate."

She kept choking and her arms tried to struggle but they were shackled down at her sides.

I sighed and waited.

"If you keep gagging I'm going to turn the electricity back on, you understand me ?", I warned her.

She kept choking but I didn't move a muscle to help her, her eyes kept staring at me, asking for help…asking for mercy.

"I guess you need more practice, huh ?", I asked her softly, then waited as she gargled and breathed as if she had marbles in her throat.

"Hmm", I put my finger and thumb around her right eye and opened it up more, looking at that very icy blue shade of aquamarine staring at me.

"Such a pretty color…", I observed, then added, "Stop that gagging now."

She tried to quiet the choking sounds she was making then her breaths were coming out raggedly, as if fear was now what was bothering her.

The drool was dripping from her chin and I scooped some up in my glove, saying, "You're making such a mess of yourself…ukkkk."

I wiped the drool over her once perfect face as she whined and panted, hating that. I let it sit on her little upturned nose as she wordlessly complained.

I decided to let the gag come out of her mouth for a bit and I unscrewed the side metal piece with my fingers, removing the very long screw carefully, a long line of saliva on the end of it. She gasped and choked a bit, glad to have free air again.

"What do you say ?", I asked softly.

"Thank you Master.", she said with a coarse, weak voice.

"Hmm.", I replied, and put it down beside me.

"What have we learned, 247 ?", I asked, sounding bored.

She let a sob come out of her mouth and said, "To keep my hands to myself."

"Mmm…", I raised a brow, my lips curled up thoughtfully, unimpressed, "And ?"

"To be nice to Bella…", she cried a little harder, clearly having a problem with this one.

"What is it that made you do that to her ?", I asked, knowing full well, my finger under my chin.

"I don't know…", she lied.

"247.", I turned my eyes stern now, "Don't…DO NOT lie to me. Not now. Because that will really get me creative in what I do with you next."

She wept again and said, "I was…jealous."

"Of what ?", I pushed her to continue, staring right at her.

"You were spending all your time on her and I got jealous.", she finally spoke the words.

"Are you not my 247 ?", I asked her, my expression unchanged.

"Yes Master.", she panted a bit more.

"Have I ever promised you that I would not acquire new slaves?", I asked.

"No Master."

"And you knew the arrangement from the start, did you not ?", I asked.

"Yes Master."

"And you know the rules about harming anyone else unless given permission, correct ?"

"Yes Master.", she breathed.

"Then I don't see the logic in your plan, 247.", I stated coldly, "So then punishment will continue now."

She shouted the reason loudly then…so I would not proceed yet.

"I'm in love with you !", she screeched, "Master…I love you…please stop hurting me…"

Another one? Christ.

My expression was still the same, I gave no reaction.

"Still ?", I asked, stunned inside, "After last night ?"

"Yes Master.", she cried.

Fuck. If someone fried my nipples and penis all night long while I was stuck down a black hole I'd cut their throat.

"Wow.", I said, still sounding uninterested, "What devotion. And you will still love me…even after I continue to punish you, 247 ?"

"Yes Master.", she admitted.

"Good to know.", I said as if it were nothing, "Then I have no motivation to stop then. And you still owe me some more suffering."

She really sobbed then and I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

"247, look at me.", I snapped my fingers so her eyes would look up into mine.

I could not compel Miss Swan to stop loving me. But I could do it to this one.

"You do not love me.", I commanded, taking that away from her, "Say it."

"I do not love you.", she repeated, no emotion in her tone. And looking into her face and into her mind I saw that she had no trace of love for me at all in her anymore. Good. She would thank me for this small mercy.

"And while we're here…", I kept compelling her, "You are to stop calling me Mr. C. in class, you are to stop glaring at the other girls I show attention to, and you are NEVER to put your hands on any other slave of MINE. Do you get me, sweetheart ?"

"Yes Master.", her eyes had another look to them right now…calm acceptance. Good.

"Good.", I released her chin, "I'm glad we cleared that up."

"Are we done talking ?", I asked her first.

"Yes Master.", she trembled, looking down, defeated.

"Anything else you want to say to me ?", I checked.

"Yes Master.", she began to return to herself, panicking again, about her punishment. All thoughts of loving me wiped from her head.

"What ?", I kept my tone relaxed.

"I'm so sorry, Master.", she breathed a bit heavier now, "I don't know WHY I hit Bella ! I will NEVER EVER do anything like that again ! I'll never hit ANYONE again !"

I nodded, sighing to myself. Sometimes the begging really irritates me. It's the same old thing over and over again.

"I believe you, 247.", I said with a dull tone, "Time to go back though."

"No, Master, please !", she shouted, "I'll do ANYTHING just please don't put me back in there !"

"I don't enjoy this, slave.", I frowned a bit at her, "But you break the rules, you pay the price."

"NNNNNOOOO!", she tried to argue against that.

"And you're arguing with me again, really ?", I shook my head, standing up, "When you don't argue with me anymore…then you'll be ready to come out of the hole and return to your…(I gave a dark little chuckle)…life."

I began to prepare things to send her back down in the hole…then I had a twisted little thought.

"247.", I said as something fun occurred to me, "You have a little sister, don't you ?"

"Yes, Master.", she blinked, trying to get her breathing under control.

"She'll be coming here about the same time that you'll be leaving, right ?", I asked.

Miss Fagan hesitated…and couldn't speak for a moment.

"I can't wait to meet her.", I smiled, "Is she an athlete, too, like you ?"

"Uhh…", she stammered, "Yes…she likes track…and hockey."

I could see the girl in Miss Fagan's brain now. She was quite cute for a 13 year old. Not as beefy and tall as Miss Fagan…more slender and happier looking, not so tense. Her name is Tara.

"Excellent. You will tell your parents how wonderful it is here.", I ordered, "How unbelievable the education is here. Make them send her here. Do you understand ?"

She cried and said, "Yes, Master."

I grabbed her nipple and said, "If she doesn't come here, I will find you. You know I can."

This was really another test of mine. Would she consider giving her sister to me to save herself ?

She cried, and in her mind she actually weighed which meant more to her – her sister or herself. Guess who won that little contest. Bitch.

"Now…", I said, moving to the chain that would lower her back down, "Let's try it again…without the god damned screaming this time."

She screamed like a maniac as I lowered her back into her bed for the night. I closed the metal lids over the hole and padlocked them together with a metal click sound, sealing her fate for the evening.

"NO MASTER PLLLEEASSEEE !", she howled, "I'M SO FUCKING SORRY, I SWEAR ! DON'T !

OH GOD ! NOOOOO !"

Then I went to my table and turned the dials on my electricity charger box. Then I turned it on.

"Five…four…three…", I counted, standing over the metal hook in the floor, "Two…one…"

I pointed to the hole below me and she gave a horrible scream. I nodded, setting my jaw.

"Have a good night's sleep, Miss Fagan.", I called down to her as I turned off the light, on my way to see my 317.

"I'll give Miss Swan your regards.", I said to her as I went up the stairs, locking the metal doors that laid on the earth then covering the doors with leaves and grass. No one would ever find this place or even come close to it…but it was more fun for me to completely hide her here.

As I walked away, I could hear her screaming and crying over and over again…I tuned it out of my head the closer I got to the school…it wasn't important enough for me to listen to anymore.

END OF CHAPTER 21