Sports

by WinndSinger

Bella has been shipped off to an all girls school because she's been a very bad girl. Edward is her very dark gym teacher. Why is he so cruel to her ? Very dark and mature storyline here.

24. Chapter 24 - Halloween

*Warning ! There are a couple scenes here that are a bit scary – I don't condone rape or anything horrible along those lines ! Thanks ! Sorry ! Also, very romantic stuff in the middle of this chapter !*

Chapter 24 - Halloween

Edward's POV:

Drenched in sweat, I kept swinging my heavy sledgehammer down, pounding it into the gigantic rock I was standing on. It wasn't even making an impact as I tried again, my hands so sore and bleeding. My back was killing me and my orange jumpsuit was long and too hot with long sleeves as I kept working. I had a chain around my waist with handcuffs dangling from it and a shackle around my right ankle, connected to a chain and a heavy iron ball.

I looked up and five other men were standing in the area, also in orange jumpsuits, pounding on their own fucking rocks. They weren't getting anywhere with theirs, either, and I was glad I wasn't the only one.

Turning my head, all I could see was a large field, no trees…only mountains around us. The blazing August sun up above beating on my head and back…and up on a rock a distance away was a male guard, dressed in black, a badge on his uniform, a cap on his head, and a huge rifle in his hands. He stared back at me and I turned my eyes back to my work, knowing not to stare at them for too long. It was a challenge in prison and I didn't want the trouble with the guards right now.

I spent five more hours pounding that rock and only little flakes chipped off of it in the end. I noticed that earlier, a few other guards came by and spoke to the one with the gun. They were looking at me and one of them pointed to me. They didn't approach me so I didn't pay it any attention.

When we were done and the guard ordered us to stand in place and put our hands behind our neck. One by one, he came and cuffed our wrists into the handcuffs that were held in place at our waists and we were put into the back of the van. I sat on the end and looked down, not wanting to make friends.

Arriving back at the prison, we were taken out and each brought to the showers, where I had to shower with twelve other men. They were looking at me but there was a Gazer standing in the doorway so I felt maybe I was safe for now. A gazer is prison slang for the guard who watches inmates shower.

I had only been here a couple days and so far nothing had occurred that was too terrible. I was referred to as Cherry yesterday. I didn't like that. But then I found out that means a new prisoner.

I was in my cell, and I had a roommate. A tall, huge fucking guy covered with tattoos, bald, very muscular. I was sitting on my bunk, the lower one, and he was coming. I hurried and laid down, turning my back to the cell door as he approached. I prayed he would just go to sleep and leave me alone.

But he didn't.

When the cell doors locked and the lights went out, he jumped off the top bunk and his feet hit the floor. I tensed, and knew I fucked up because he saw me move.

"Hey angel.", his voice was right behind me now, and his large hand was moving along my back, "Come here…"

I let out a very scared breath and didn't move.

"Come on, let's be friends.", he suggested, his voice very creepy, "I can protect a cute little thing like you, if you're nice to me."

"No, thank you.", I heard myself reply.

"I SAID….", he raised his voice now, pulling me by my shirt out of my cot, "Come here !"

I was on the floor now and he yanked me up by my shirt, slamming my back into the metal frame of the upper bunk bed as I shouted out in pain.

"You're not too good for me, bitch.", he was nose to nose with me, his breath foul, his teeth yellow.

"Kiss me nice.", he ordered as his mouth slapped over mine while I screamed, the sound so muffled I was sure no one would hear it.

I shoved back against him as he shoved his tongue into my mouth, his cock hard and pressing against mine as I struggled.

"HEY !", a voice shouted and something was hitting hard against the bars of our cell, "LET HIM GO !"

The door opened and two male guards came rushing in.

"I didn't DO NOTHING !", my cellmate shouted as they pried him off me, then, to me, he said, "TELL EM I DIDN'T DO NOTHING !"

I just stood there, wiping my mouth off, backing into the corner as they dragged him out of the cell.

A woman guard stood there, alone, watching me. She came into the cell and closed the door.

She was very beautiful, her hair pulled into a ponytail, her hat on, her gray and black uniform shirt curving nicely around her breasts.

She curled her finger, motioning for me to come closer.

I swallowed and slowly moved towards her as she stood there, hands behind her back.

"Thank you.", I began, swallowing, "That guy just attacked me…I was just trying to sleep…"

"I know.", she smiled, "Face the wall, inmate."

"Oh, okay.", I went to the wall and put my hands on the cement.

"Higher.", she instructed as I raised them up higher.

She began to destroy the room…throwing books off shelves, turning the mattresses over, moving everything and dumping it out on the floor. She was tossing the room. I saw them do this yesterday. They were always looking for contraband, drugs, weapons.

I waited, being quiet, knowing she would find nothing of mine in here. I didn't have anything.

Then she said, "Turn around, inmate."

I turned and she said, "Hands behind your head."

I put them there and waited. She began to put on a latex glove, snapping it onto her skin.

"Open your mouth.", she took out a little flashlight and shined it inside my open mouth.

Her fingers went into my mouth and she probed everywhere, moving my tongue to the side then back again…she moved them down my throat a little and I gagged, choking a bit.

She took them out and I shivered, not liking that at all. I looked at her, embarrassed and she said, "Head back."

I frowned and put my head back and she shined the light into my nose, her finger pushing the tip of it up a bit. I tensed and endured it, hoping she was almost done.

"Okay.", she clicked the light off and put it away, saying, "Remove your suit, inmate."

My stomach fell.

"What ?", I asked, not sure I heard right.

She gave me a stern look.

"Remove your suit.", she repeated clearly and distinctly.

I half smiled, giving a breath of a laugh.

"Why ?", I asked.

"Did I ask to have a conversation with you ?!", she shouted, "NOW !"

She was scary.

I fumbled with the zipper and pulled it down, letting it fall as I pulled my arms out, stepping out of it. I had no underwear yet so I was naked underneath.

I gulped down a swallow, humiliated as she looked at me. I stood there like an object, waiting. I felt my arms cross in front of my body all by themselves.

"Turn, bend over, and spread your cheeks apart.", she ordered.

I felt my eyes widen at her.

"Are you serious ?", I gasped. This can't be happening.

"Cavity search.", she was losing patience with me, "Your asshole is a cavity. Do it, inmate."

I felt myself swallow again and I turned, closing my eyes, bending over and spreading my ass cheeks. This was possibly the fucking lowest moment of my life. But then, I could be getting prison raped by my new roommate so I guess I owed her something.

I jumped when she actually put her hands on me and she chuckled to herself. I felt her gloved hand start probing my asshole and finally insert a finger inside. I breathed out a very violated sound as she drove it in deeper, as far as it would go…then started moving it around, side to side…around…

I felt my eyes open and squint, looking at the wall as my whole body tensed. I wanted to scream and kick and shove her away but I knew I couldn't. I was theirs now.

"Don't tense.", she said coldly, "I don't want to lose my finger."

"Sorry.", I heard myself say.

Then she inserted another finger into me…I groaned and tried to stay quiet. What the fuck is she looking for in there ? Santa Claus ?

"OW !", I finally shouted and she withdrew her fingers, taking the glove off.

"Alright, inmate.", she said blankly, "Stand up."

I straightened up and blinked the tears out of my eyes that I couldn't let her see. I felt like less of a man as I straightened up. I wanted to put my suit back on but she didn't tell me I could yet.

"Turn around.", she said and I did, looking down, not wanting to look at her while I was like this.

"Get used to it.", she grinned, "Cavity searches can be done at any time, by any guard. Any time they want one."

I felt myself give a little shudder and my voice bitterly said, "Thanks for the tip."

"Against the bars, inmate.", she nodded towards the bars beside the cell door.

"Why ?", I was dumb enough to ask again.

She just raised a brow and waited.

"Alright.", I went to the bars and put my back against the cold iron.

She went to my side and said, "Hands outside the bars."

I put my hands through the bars and waited. She cuffed one then looped the other through the bars and cuffed the other hand. My skin pinched a little in them.

"You're not leaving me this way for that guy, are you ?", I asked her. It was meant to be a joke. A bad one.

"Maybe.", she toyed with me.

"Please don't…", I began to panic, "I'll do anything. You don't know…"

"I do know.", she smirked at me, "That cellmate of yours is a rapist, a child molester, and a murderer. You're going to get raped, if not today, soon."

"Well let's not invite it, shall we ?", I looked around outside the bars, "Please…it's not just him…leaving me like this…"

"I know.", she scratched her nose, "It could be a gang rape that would last all day. The guards don't usually stop it either. Rapists raping rapists…it just seems right to us."

I swallowed and breathed with some difficulty now, imagining it. Why would she do this to me ?

She began to walk away, letting the door open and stay wide open…she was watching my horrified face as she went through the door…not closing it.

"Please….please!", I begged, "Please, don't !"

She took hold of one of the bars beside her and looked at me. I was never so terrified in my life.

"You're in here for rape and kidnapping.", she stated, "You don't seem the type."

"I'm not !", I gulped again, "I didn't do it ! The girl said it was me but it wasn't !"

"Shh shh shhh.", she put a finger to her lips, "I don't want to hear it. I'm not the judge. You had your trial and you lost. You're guilty, baby."

I gave her a tense frown and said, "I'm innocent."

"Not according to the law.", she raised a brow, "You'd be amazed how many innocent people live here."

I guessed she was right about that. Only this time I WAS innocent.

"I'll pay you.", I said as she was about to go, "I'll pay you whatever you want. Just please don't leave me here like this."

It seemed a lifetime went by as she thought about it.

"I heard you have money.", she grinned at my cock as I frowned harder at her.

"How much will you pay me ?", she asked.

"Anything.", I found a ray of hope.

"Twenty thousand dollars.", she suggested.

"Twenty thousand ?!" I felt my voice go up an octave.

"Bye.", she started leaving.

"Okay, okay !", I called after her, "Twenty thousand."

I just spend 800 grand for that trial where I got fucked, what's more of my money down the drain ?

"When I get it, I'll let you go.", she began to walk away again as my mouth fell open.

She chuckled and came back, saying, "Just kidding. But you better not welch on me. Because then I'll give you to Rosich with a big red bow on your ass."

"Who's Rosich ?", I asked, confused.

"Your new boyfriend.", she pointed to the bunk beds.

"Please don't call him that.", I trembled, waiting for her.

She came over and was about to uncuff me but then she stopped. I looked at her, almost nose to nose with me, and asked, "Did you lose the key or something ?"

She smiled at me and said, "You're very cute."

Uh oh.

"Thanks.", I frowned, "You too. Can you unlock it now ?"

"Not yet.", she dangled the keys in my face, putting them back on her belt.

"What's wrong ?", I asked.

"Nothing.", she came closer to me, moving her hands up my chest, "What's wrong with you ?"

"Oh my God.", I pulled back in shock, "What are you doing ?"

"Nothing.", she bit her bottom lip, and her hands were on my balls, slowly moving up and down around my cock.

"Hey…", I breathed, nervously, "You seem very nice…you saved me…and extorted me…but…"

"Are you gay ?", she asked me, her hands moving around to feel up my ass next.

"No I'm not gay.", I informed, "Not every man who says no is gay. Some of us are just…discriminating."

"What's that mean?", she asked.

"Oh my God.", I said to myself, "Please…all I wanted to do was sleep."

"Too bad.", she kept clutching and releasing my ass cheeks.

"Let's put it this way.", she said, "It's me…or him."

"Wow.", I blinked, "This has to be a nightmare…."

"Okay", she walked away, "I'll bring Rosich back right now."

"Okay, okay, okay !", I called her, "I choose you."

"I'm touched.", she frowned back at me.

I waited as she came over to me, in total shock that his was fucking happening to me. I really was like a piece of meat now. Who knows how many times I'll have to do this for everyone here ?

I was almost afraid as she started to touch me again. This is not the way I like to be intimate with people.

She grabbed my hair in the back and forced my face down, her lips kissing me roughly as she yanked at my hair, her mouth opening and closing as I tried to do the same, her tongue licked inside my mouth as I leaned into her more, my hands holding onto the bars behind me.

Maybe this would be alright.

"You could let me out.", I kept kissing her, "I would still…do it with you."

"No.", she licked my lips and dove back in for more kissing, "I like it this way."

She was taking her shirt off, unbuttoning it fast as I leaned in and started kissing her neck…moving down inside her half opened shirt.

"I could give you protection.", she told me as she bit my neck hard, sucking it, "If you're real good I can make sure no one fucks with you again."

I breathed out in relief as she pulled her shirt off, unbuckling her bra in front.

"I'll be good.", I promised her.

She took my head and buried it in her naked breasts, nicely shaped, not too big but not small either. I licked along the edge of her nipple and sucked it, moving my tongue over it in my mouth.

She pulled away and unbuckled her belt, she pulled it seductively out of the loops of her pants and then put it around my neck, pulling the belt snugly around my neck.

"Is that necessary ?", I asked as she pulled it, raising a brow at me, my throat tightened, trapped in it and I winced, trying to breathe.

"You're in here for ten years.", she informed me as if I forgot, "That's a long time to go without a woman."

"I'm appealing my verdict.", I said as she unzipped her pants and took them off quickly.

"You're here for ten years.", she stated like it was a fact.

She removed her panties and smiled at me, then said, "Open inmate."

"Open what ?", I asked as she stuffed her panties into my mouth. I tried to argue against that but then she brought the belt up to my mouth, tightening it and buckling it so my teeth were apart and biting the edges of the leather.

I jerked my head but it was tight, not coming off.

"You're mine now.", she teased, putting her hat on top of my head.

Cute.

"RRRR", I gave a low growl as she began to flick my nipple…and then her fingernails scratched down my chest as I groaned a little loudly through my belt.

"Mmmm", she rubbed noses with me and kept touching my face…I closed my eyes and she slapped my cheek playfully.

"Keep your eyes open.", she ordered, "Keep them on me."

Smiling, she slowly sank to her knees and began to lick the head of my penis. I moaned and felt my head fall back against the bars. Her mouth was so hot and wet as she coiled around my cock and sucked like I was candy she had to have.

"MMMM", I moaned, looking around me, down the dark hallway of cells, hoping no one caught us like this.

She moaned and hummed against my cock as she twisted and licked and sucked…she was going crazy down there and it was lessening my protests more and more with each minute.

Suddenly she stopped and spun around, taking my cock in her hand and inserting it right into her pussy from behind. I groaned and bit down on the belt in my mouth, it felt so tight and amazing inside her that I almost screamed.

"Yeaaaa", she agreed and began slamming her ass back and forth against my cock, her ass cheeks slapping against my hips as I moved along with her, as much as I could this way. I was grunting and moaning like a pig as I banged her mercilessly. She's right. This could be the only woman I have for the next ten years. Shit.

"Ooooh….", she began to gasp and make sweet little sounds of pleasure as she began to orgasm.

I moved faster inside her, wanting her to come and enjoy it. I could use some protection around here.

Like a wild woman she finally came and was screaming. I was sure someone else could hear us as I looked down the dark hall. No one.

I felt myself coming right after her…exploding in a hazy bliss inside her. My snarls began to quiet a moment or two later.

"MMMm", she looked up at me and slid me downward…until I was now sitting on the floor with my hands cuffed behind me. She unbuckled the belt and took the panties out of my mouth.

I began to say something but she abruptly put a leg up into the bars and stuffed her pussy into my mouth instead. She was covering my nose and mouth with her crotch and I struggled to breathe.

"Come on, lick me baby.", she demanded as I moved my tongue over every part of her that I could get to. She was moaning and playing with her clit as I kept working, sliding my tongue inside her…twisting it, wetter…deeper.

"Oh yea…", she growled, "Yesss….ohhh right there…fuck yea….oh my God !"

She quivered and her legs spasmed around me as she gave a guttural scream of ecstasy.

Finally I was given free air as she came down from her orgasm and she stepped back away from me.

I tried to catch my breath as she smiled down at me.

"I almost blacked out.", I deeply took in air as she started to put her pants on, putting the belt back into its loop.

She giggled at me and just kept getting dressed, now putting her bra on. I guess we're done for now.

I sat there, waiting for her to get dressed so I could do the same.

"That was great.", I found myself saying to her. It WAS great. I needed that after the last year of trial, I hadn't relaxed since that day the police arrested me.

"It was okay.", she shrugged, buttoning her shirt now.

"Okay ?", I asked. Jeez I can't even wow the prison guard chick. My life is shit.

She took her hat off my head and I felt stupid, forgetting it was there.

"Sorry.", I said, "It's been a rough year…maybe we could try again?"

Fuck, look at me, begging the guard to give me another chance.

"Maybe.", she teased, tucking her shirt into her pants.

She was all dressed and leaned down, kissing my lips briefly.

"Thanks.", she said, "I needed that."

"You're welcome.", I grinned at her as she started to walk away.

"Hey!", I called a bit too loudly, "Guard girl !"

I didn't know her name.

She stopped and looked at me curiously.

"Guard girl ?", she asked incredulously.

"I don't know your name.", I said.

"No, you don't.", she agreed.

Okay.

"Um…", I clicked the cuffs on the bars behind me, "You were going to uncuff me ?"

"Oh.", she smiled wickedly, "You believed that ?"

My grin soured instantly.

"What ?", I almost shouted.

I grabbed the bars and was able to lift myself to my feet again.

"You said you'd let me go!", I frowned at her, the sick feeling back in my stomach again.

"Another example of cold injustice.", she said mockingly, seeming to delight in my terror, jingling her keys as she put them on her belt.

"HEY", I called as she began to leave, making sure to open the cell all the way and letting me see her do it.

"Hey, I thought you wanted the twenty grand.", I reminded her, my heart thumping, my mouth dry.

"You'll pay it.", she said, knowingly, "After you get fucked by ten guys you'll pay anything for me to save you next time."

"Oh my God.", I watched her walking down the hall now, leaving me.

"No WAIT !", I screamed, "PLEASE ! Forty thousand ! Forty thousand ! Come on !"

I watched her disappear down the hallway, my eyes round with fright.

"GUARD GIRL !", I called to her one more time.

She got to the end of the hallway and she pulled a lever that was sitting against the upper wall there.

All the cells clanged open and a horrid buzzer sound echoed above me.

"Oh fuck.", I stared as everyone was coming out of their cells.

"FRESH MEAT - CELL 8 !", the guard girl announced.

"No no no no no", I said to myself as men's voices were approaching…footsteps coming.

I blinked and saw the girls playing volleyball, Swan included. They were all having fun since it had been awhile since I shouted at any of them. What the fuck was that fantasy ? Christ. I can't believe Bella did that to me. It was a daydream, stupid, my brain said to me.

Thank God I'm a vampire.

I swallowed and gathered myself, then just to make myself feel better, I yelled at Swan.

"Swan, GET IN THE GAME !", I shouted. She did nothing wrong. But I needed that.

Bella's POV:

I went online and ordered my half of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich costume for the fucking Halloween bullshit dance that I was being forced to take part in.

Halloween is for cool costumes…zombies and vampires, psychos, killers. I didn't want to be a fucking lame ass sandwich on this most holy of all holidays.

Master had me in a real fun position tonight. I was laying on my back, then my legs were bent up and around so they were almost pulling me into an upside down position, my ankles were screwed into metal holders My ass was up and open for the world to see, stretched out wide. My hands were also in metal holders, screwed into the table I was laying on.

He wasn't tormenting me at the moment. He wanted me to just deal with the position and become comfortable in it. I was naked, as usual, and so wanted him to touch me…to play with me. This was also sexually frustrating. And he was damn well aware of that too.

"This is a great position for spanking you and ass fucking.", he told me after he had me screwed in tight.

"We've never done that yet.", I said, about the ass fucking part.

"Patience, child.", he walked around me, hardly looking at me as I winced.

"You have to crawl before you can walk…walk before you can run…run before you can fly…", he loved to say this phrase.

"I know.", I said, staring up at the ceiling, "I just want to make you happy."

"You do.", he replied blankly, "Now…como te sientes ?"

Oh fuck. Spanish. He keeps speaking to me in Spanish to see if I've studied. He doesn't even need the book. He just asked me…how am I feeling?

"Magnifico.", I smiled, taking the easy answer.

"Mentirosa.", his tone was annoyed, "Simplemente no sabes otras palabras."

Okay wait. Mentirosa…means…liar. Then : I simply don't know any other words ? Wow nice !

He snapped his fingers, as if to tell me to hurry up.

Okay…other words for how I'm feeling.

"Incomoda.", I came up with one true statement. Uncomfortable.

"Ah…", he smiled, "Mejor."

Mejor..means….better I think ?

"Te ves hermosa.", he said, eyeing me as he walked around me.

Aww… he said I look beautiful. I think. I know hermosa means beautiful.

"Gracias Maestra", I smiled.

"Gracias MaestRO" he pinched my nipple as I squealed.

Oh yea. I just called him Mistress. That's bad.

"Gracias, Maestro.", I corrected.

"De nada.", he responded. You're welcome.

" Quieres jugar con el culo?", he asked me curiously.

Oh no…I'm lost.

Do I want—something ?

I grinned at him awkwardly, knowing I was in trouble now.

He shook his head and began working with something wooden on a table to my right.

"Do you WANT ass play ?", he put it into English, his eyes that of a frustrated teacher that didn't get the correct answer from his student.

"Estoy …dispuesta …a …intentarlo?", I hoped I was saying it right. I think I said I'm willing to try it.

He smiled and I knew I got it right.

He gave a little clap of his hands as I chuckled.

I hope I said it right. Maybe I just told him I was willing to lick his ass I don't know…I need to study more. I hate Spanish. I knew I wasn't saying it smoothly like he was, as if we were having a real conversation…I stink at everything. And he does everything perfectly. It's so unfair.

"Es doloroso.", he warned me.

Doloroso…doloroso…pain ? painful…it's painful.

"Lo se.", I answered, I know, that means I KNOW.

"Pero si se hace bien, puedes manejarlo.", he answered.

Oh God. Pero…but…hace…done. Bien – good….

He was snapping again, waiting, his sigh spoke volumes.

"If it's done right, you can handle it.", he said, translating it.

I was messing up. I'd surely be spanked after this. An evil smile crept across my lips at the thought of it.

"It needs work, Swan.", he said in his teacher voice, "Worry about the stupid dance less, spend more time in your Spanish book."

Great. Not only is he my gym teacher, he's also my teacher for every other subject too. Lucky me.

"I'm sorry.", I said, "I will, Master."

A second ticked by then I was again reminded of the Halloween dance and the loathing I felt for the school for making us do this.

"I can't believe I have to go to this stupid dance !", I started complaining about it again.

"Ugh.", Master groaned, "Why did I say anything ? If I have to hear about this fucking dance one more time…"

"I just can't believe they are forcing us to do it !", I rolled my toe around as it itched a bit, "I mean, what if I was a lesbian?"

"You're not a lesbian.", he informed, blowing wooden splinters off a piece of wood he was carving.

"I know but they don't know that.", I answered, "It should be optional, not mandatory. It's not a class."

"It's a social interaction.", he said for the fifth time this week, "The school has a responsibility to teach you little isolated girls how to get along and play nice with others. You could use some of that 317. And I certainly won't be teaching you that subject."

"Oh you want me to have friends now ?", I asked him, trying to see him over there.

"Not really.", he said, "But you have to play their game as long as you're here. You could fake it and get them off your back."

"Oh, fake it ?", I asked, "So you want me to go to the dance and fake it with a jelly sandwich half?"

"I don't care.", he said flatly, "As long as it's just dancing, I'm fine with it. If he takes you outside and feels you up then I'll kill him."

"That won't be happening.", I assured him.

"Wel,l I don't know.", he said, blowing air onto the wood again, "I did find you on a rooftop once inviting three guys to touch your pussy."

"Hey, I was drunk that night !", I argued.

"That's a great excuse.", he said dryly.

"When are you gonna stop throwing that up to me ?", I asked him.

"When I forget it.", he replied.

"Great."

"Oh my God.", he suddenly said.

"What ?", I tried to look at him.

"Look at your rodent.", he pointed at the floor.

"I can't see.", I said, "What's wrong ?"

"He is laying there sleeping under the arms of my Rage and Fury.", he said, sounding very annoyed.

"Awww….", I cooed, "Is he ?"

"My killer dogs.", he stood there, shaking his head.

I laughed. "They love him."

He took a picture of them with his phone and showed me on the table I was laying on.

Rage, the black male dog, was laying there, asleep, with his arm around Tank, who was also asleep, and Fury, the black and white female dog had her face right beside Tank's little butt. They looked like a little family.

"Oh my God.", I smiled, "They're sooo cute !"

"Your rodent is making my dogs soft.", he said.

"No, your dogs are making my baby too tough.", I corrected, "He barks at every single thing that comes near me all night and everywhere we go. I get woken up all night long. If a leaf blows by, he barks at it. He thinks he's one of them !"

Master only smirked at the dogs as he continued working. I decided to change the subject.

"Where are you going to be during the dance ?", I asked.

"The dance again.", he muttered, then gave an agonized groan. Then he slammed his head to the piece of wood he was working on. It cracked in the center.

"I don't know, Mommy,", he replied with a childlike voice, "But far away - I don't like girls !"

I burst out laughing at that one. That voice was adorable !

"I mean, you're not a chaperone or something ?", I asked, "It's going to be in the gym, isn't it ?"

"Hell, no.", he denied, insulted that they would even CONSIDER using his holy temple, the gymnasium, as their dancing place, "There's a ballroom in the center of the school. It'll be there."

"You're not doing the music or something ?", I further asked.

"No, I do concerts and symphonies for competitions, I'm not a DJ.", he pointed out.

"Sorry, Beethoven.", I sulked a bit.

"WHAT ?!", he shouted back and I jumped.

"What ?", I asked, confused.

He chuckled to himself. "Never mind."

"What ?", I asked.

"Beethoven was deaf.", he let me in on the joke.

"Oh.", I nodded, "Ha ha."

He muttered something to himself that I didn't ask him to share.

"How is it feeling now ?", he asked me, looking at me closely.

"Alright.", I looked at my pussy right above my head, "I would be able to see everything happening to me here."

"That's the point.", he smirked at me.

"In that spot, when you're ready, double penetration.", he worked on the wood piece in his hands.

"Two guys ?", I asked.

He shot me a glare.

"You wish.", he raised a brow, "No…a dildo and me…or two dildos…or a strap on…"

"Am I ever going to play with other girls ?", I asked him, curiously.

"Perhaps.", he looked up for a moment, "If you get that jealousy shit under control. I can't have you choking girls in my class again."

"Let me know if it starts to become painful.", he glanced at me.

"I will.", I promised.

"Not saying I'll get you out of it, I just want to know how long it takes before you wear out.", he pointed out, his brows raising wickedly.

Some nights were just like that. But the more training I had with these kinds of things, the more I could endure for when we really played together. I found I was pretty flexible when it came to this and Master was pleased with my stamina in these difficult positions. I guess as long as I couldn't move, like in gym class, I was fine.

Once he hung me upside down by my ankles, special cuffs on my ankles so that my bones would not be damaged. He pulled the chains that held me high up off the floor and I had to overcome my fear of heights. That one was difficult for me. It took awhile before I could relax. First my arms were free…then once I got used to it, my arms were bound behind me. I was able to take a light flogging in the upside down position but I needed more practice with that.

Dr. Carlisle was really trying to reach me in our private sessions, and again, in group therapy. He was concerned about my cutting myself, my mother's death, my relationship with Charlie...he was always asking hard things. I kept evading him, telling him what he wanted to hear…not giving him any information. Master had reached me faster and better than Dr. Carlisle had and I really didn't need his help. But again, Master told me to play along, let him think he's helping…but tell him nothing.

Master would ask me to write things in my journal, sometimes, about my Mom and Charlie…about the girl that I had…killed. Those were hard and I always told him the truth in my book. Then we would talk about it. He was truly a very good psychologist and I felt safe telling him everything.

He had quickly become everything to me. And he wanted to be. He told me so. I kept wondering what his plans for me were, long term. I knew I would be his slave, in training, but he never talked about anything beyond that. After senior year, I'd be graduating from here. Would I lose him then ? Would he still be my Master ? I was too scared to ask him these questions. I couldn't imagine my life without him now…

On my birthday he asked me to make a wish and blow out the candle. I almost wished for him to love me. But then I realized he can't do that…and it's not his fault…it's like wishing for a bird to swim underwater…so I changed it. I wished to be his slave for the rest of my life, to be his. If it was one year or 30, I would be happy if that wish came true.

I was doing well in all my classes so far, thanks to Master. He always wanted me ahead of all the others in my other classes, there's no way I'd ever be ahead of the other girls in gym class, that's for sure. I was getting a little better. I understood the rules now…I just wasn't that great at actually hitting the ball, no matter how much we practiced. But Mister Cullen still was there with me, every day at 3pm, practicing with me. He was still a very tough gym teacher. That never changed. I didn't want it to.

The day of the dance finally came. This was going to be a very depressing Halloween. No Master, no Jasper or Maya, no mischief night pranks, no cool gothic costumes or make up…nothing.

Alice was still my one friend and we had gotten much closer. But I never dared to ask her about Mr. Cullen and I knew if I did she would never talk about it. It was like a huge elephant in the room that was always there, but never spoken. I suspected Alice had to be one of his girls. She was so beautiful, more than me. And that day he had her by the ear in gym class, I didn't know it then but I knew that was strange. Now it made perfect sense. And the day he was yelling at her in his office. I tried not to think about it too much. I had to stop thinking about the other girls. I was trying.

Alice was already coming over to help me get ready for the dance…and I was going to help her. I didn't want to look cute, I was going as a fucking sandwich ! What make up could make that look good ? Besides I didn't want to look good for this stupid boy, no matter who he was. What could a boy do for me that Master couldn't?

She was going as a glass of milk, if you can believe that. A guy would be looking for her, dressed as a chocolate chip cookie.

"Isn't there any good costumes they suggested?", I asked Alice later that afternoon.

"They don't want any of us dressing up real sexy.", she revealed.

"I wish I could just do it anyway.", I said, as I brushed my hair. It was so boring and plain. I missed my black hair.

"Just go there, dressed all in black…", I imagined it.

"That would be cool.", she agreed.

A knock sounded on my door and I opened it, seeing the house mother lady.

"Oh hi.", I said to her.

She held a box.

"This just came for you, dear. ", she held it out to me.

"Thanks.", I took it and closed the door.

"What's that ?", Alice asked.

"I dunno.", I said. It was a black box, a big dress sized one. A Satin black bow was tied around it.

"Is this from Charlie ?", I wondered.

No - it had no return address or anything. It was just a gift box.

I opened it and there was a very nice piece of paper, like a scroll. It had a seal on it and I broke it, opening it.

In beautiful calligraphy, it read :

Your costume has been changed. Wear this.

No signature.

I smelled it and knew who it was from.

Alice was smiling at me, wondering what was going on.

"Alice.", I smiled at her, "Would you help me with something ?"

Bella's POV:

Alice walked with me as we got to the ballroom. I had never been there and I wasn't expecting much. A high school dance was never that fancy or amazing and I usually never went to them anyway.

The outside was like an ancient castle and purple lights shone on it from below, giving it a very spooky look. Fog was being blown around the outside for more effect.

"This is cool !", I had to admit as we approached. There were girls and boys all around the outside, mingling and talking as we got closer. There was actually a moat ! A small bridge that led us from the grass to the castle, water all around it, the moon shining forebodingly upon the glass lake.

Alice smiled and looked down at her costume, it was cute. A little cow smiling on the glass she was wearing around her body, the word MILK in blue at the bottom. I shook my head and was glad I wasn't wearing it though. Alice could make anything look good.

I couldn't wait to see the inside of the ballroom as we got to the door. It was dark inside and I heard a very enchanting music playing loudly…a masquerade type of song like from Phantom. It wasn't a cheesy Halloween music, it was sophisticated, like an adult masquerade party in New York would sound.

Then I saw there were a set of chocolate colored curtains in front of us…and they were parted slightly, just giving a peek into the room. There was a black and white checkered floor, glossy, and I could see a red scroll design on it, put there by a light overhead. It was very dimly lit, only red and orange light that beautifully misted down over the dance floor, already some people were out there, dancing slowly.

I looked up, seeing this amazingly huge chandelier above the floor, crystals sharply piercing down into the black. It held candles, giving a soft orange glow.

Tiny little twinkle lights were sprinkled over little tables surrounding the floor and some kids were sitting at them, having a soda in nice wine glasses.

I was mesmerized by everything in here…it was perfection. My eyes kept looking for him…but I didn't see him yet. As we walked, a wall mirror showed me my reflection.

I was looking at the picture in my phone…only it was ME. My hair was cherry black, silky and shimmering with a hint of dark red mixed in. My skin was white and flawless, my lips red and a bit glossy. I wore my mask, only covering my eyes. It looked like a mixture of crystals and diamonds, some black stones also in it. The design was intricate and old fashioned and I loved it. Not so obvious was the amazing eyes Alice did for me inside the holes of the mask. Mixtures of brown and burgundy eyeshadow, lush thick black eyelashes…diamond little flecks around my cheeks.

And let's discuss the dress :

It's no cheap Halloween store thing. This is a haute coutre dress. Alice told me that. Fashion models wear shit like this. The neckline plunges down almost to my naval but Alice helped me with a bra that made my breasts push together and up, making them look incredible. The sleeves were black see through lace and went all the way down to my wrists, a loop going around my middle finger to hold it in place, the edge coming to a point. The waist came in tight and around it was a black diamond corset with buckles. The back showed the corset strings criss crossed over each other, tied in a cute little diamond bow at the bottom. The bottom of the dress was a big, wavy bell sprinkled with a million little diamond stars, woven through the lace pattern. My shoes were invisible which was a shame. They were black glass slippers also adorned with black diamonds. Around my neck was a diamond choker.

It was amazingly comfortable too, believe it or not. The killer touch was behind me….a beautiful pair of real feathered wings, dark black with hints of dark green peacock feathers mixed in.

This is exactly the image from my phone that I always wanted to be. I looked…like the dream of me I always dreamed but could never become. I still can't believe that's ME.

"Thank you, Alice.", I said to her, getting a little choked up, "I love you."

"Don't thank ME.", she smiled at me in the mirror, "You're a beautiful canvas I just colored it !"

I tore my eyes away from myself to look around again. Everything was romantic, candles, darkness, the erotic music. I wanted him here now. Thank God I wouldn't have to share this night with a jelly sandwich. Alice told me I would get suspended for wearing this but I didn't care. I was ordered to. I would take the punishment.

"Have fun.", Alice hugged me, "I'm going to find my Oreo cookie !"

She laughed and took off. I thought it was a chocolate chip cookie. Oh well.

A more modern song began to play now…Senorita. This reminds me of my very hot Spanish teacher Mr. Cullen speaking to me while I'm naked and trapped in his newest evil device.

"I love it when you call me Senorita….", the girl's voice sang above,

"I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya…

But every touch is ooh-la-la-la

It's true la-la-la

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you keep me coming

For ya."

I smirked, thinking of him…there was a wicked looking staircase going up and around, black scroll designs in the bannister, the steps white and glossy.

I tingled, needing to go up those stairs…this makes my phone picture exactly complete. I hope I don't fall and break my neck that'll suck.

The man's voice was singing now:

"Land in Miami

The air was hot from summer rain

Sweat dripping off me

Before I even knew her name la-la-la

It felt like ooh-la-la-la

Yeah, no"

I began to hold the railing…slowly moving up, careful not to trip over my dress, looking up a bit.

"Sapphire moonlight

We danced for hours in the sand

Tequila Sunrise

Her body fit right in my hands, la-la-la

It felt like ooh-la-la-la

Yeah"

The lights began to move, the red and orange dancing around me as I kept moving up…hoping I would find him soon. He loved to make an entrance, I knew that much.

"I love it when you call me Señorita

I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya

But every touch is ooh-la-la-la

It's true la-la-la

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you know I love it"

There was another dancefloor up here too ! Blue and white lights all over the place…this is so awesome.

"Locked in the hotel

There's just some things that never change

You say, "We're just friends."

But friends don't know the way you taste-la-la-la

'Cause you know it's been a long time comin'

Don't you let me fall, oh"

A boy came up and asked me to dance…he was dressed as a slice of pizza, his face coming out of a cutout in the middle of the pepperoni.

"No, thank you.", I quietly said, looking down as I moved away from him. He was staring at me.

"Ooh, when your lips undress me

Hooked on your tongue

Ooh, love, your kiss is deadly

Don't stop"

the song kept playing…and all I could think of was his tongue…his kiss IS deadly.

Don't stop…317.

I smirked, walking around the dancefloor, searching for my vampire.

"All along I'll be coming for ya (for ya)

And I hope it meant something to ya

Call my name, I'll be comin' for ya (comin' for ya)

Comin' for ya (comin' for ya)

For ya, for ya (oh, she loves it when I call her), for ya

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you keep me coming

For ya"

Another song began and I still couldn't find him.

A very tortured sounding male voice began to sing slow and deep:

"I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me

This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy

I need somebody to heal

Somebody to know

Somebody to have

Somebody to hold"

I was about to go back down the stairs and I looked down.

I saw wings. My eyes focused and I could see a figure down at the bottom of the staircase, all in black, a black pair of smaller wings laid flat on his back. I couldn't see his hair or face very well, only from the back now.

He was wearing a nice jacket and black snug pants. That must be him.

My trembling hand, adorned with my black nails, took the rail and I made my way down…not rushing in fear I'd fall on my face.

The man in the song sang on:

"It's easy to say

But it's never the same

I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain

Now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved."

He slowly turned as I came down…halfway down now. His eyes were covered by a mask, a black steel, strange marks scattered over it. But what was inside the mask was even more dazzling.

Glowing red eyes…looking at me.

My breath caught in my throat as I looked him over. His clothes were old fashioned but masculine, no frills or vampire cliché crap. It looked like something a man would've worn in the 1800's. Black. Elegant. Perfect.

But more than how he looked, which was always art…it was the way his eyes looked at ME. As if he was hypnotized…unable to look away…like I was art too. His mouth looked as if it were open a bit, as if he was stunned.

The song was fitting. The man's voice said,

"I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to turn to

This all or nothing way of loving got me sleeping without you

Now, I need somebody to know

Somebody to heal

Somebody to have

Just to know how it feels

It's easy to say but it's never the same

I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escape."

Escape….I never want to escape you, my Master…

Slowly, he moved closer to the bottom of the staircase as his lips began to curl in that fucking sexy, naughty way they did when he looked at me with desire. I would never get used to him looking AT ME this way.

He was wearing tight black gloves and he did this hot move of shoving his fingers in together, tightening them more as if he needed to do that before he touched me.

"Now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved"

I finally made it down to him and he didn't say a word. He held his hand out and I put mine into his…and I felt the fucking pull…that magical feeling in my bones that our hands were meant to be together like this….it felt so goddamn right. As if the cosmos were glad that our hands were finally one. Whenever we were reunited and touched it felt this way…to me at least.

I felt a shiver as he leaned down and kissed my hand, his lips so cool and soft…another buzz of pleasure in my soul. I almost felt a tear come to my eye. No one ever kissed my hand before. I felt weak.

He lifted his face and looked with such a serious gaze…as if he felt it too.

I couldn't speak…I was numb.

"And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes

I fall into your arms

I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around", the song played on.

He slowly took my hand and walked me to the dancefloor, not moving his eyes away from me. I couldn't see anything but him as I followed, captured, like every time we met. His slave…even without chains or ropes. Forever.

As he stood there in front of me, still never taking his eyes off me.

He began to put his arm around my waist, as if to start dancing.

Oh shit. I forgot about the dancing.

I found my voice and breathed, "I can't…dance…"

I didn't say the word Master…not here.

He smirked wider, making my knees tremble, his first two fingers lightly touching my lips, quieting me.

His arm pulled my waist up and he easily lifted me up onto his feet. His other hand held mine, his thumb moving to sit in between my first and second finger. Old fashioned. I smiled, loving this.

"For now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all"

He began to waltz with me, his legs moving without effort, making us slowly move in a circle.

"I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved"

I smiled at him and he laughed silently as the music blared over our heads. I didn't struggle for something clever to say. We didn't need words. I still can't believe this is happening TO ME. Plain, fucked up me. What a gift this is. To be his. Even if he had three thousand and seventeen other slaves. I didn't give a fuck. He's here now…with me…ME. I would say this is the greatest moment of my life…but he always gave me another one…and another…and another…

"But now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved"

My eyes looked around and no one was looking at us with any shocked faces or even noticed us…we just seemed to be two kids in costumes right now…camouflaged…I could never dance with him in front of anyone at this school. Too risky. Teacher and student…adult and teenager…vampire and human…Master and slave…but here we were, dancing…happily, without having to hide. It was pure bliss. Halloween IS magic.

"I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved"

He stopped and looked at me as if he were in a little pain. I looked back as he leaned down and took my face into both of his gloved hands…his nose lightly grazed up mine…waiting…making me wait an eternity…and his lips beckoned me in as he kissed me with such strong passion. I kissed back, desperate to kiss him forever, fuck the air…fuck breathing. My fingers clung onto his jacket as he kept moving his mouth over mine. My dark angel. My sultry demon. We were trapped in Hell together…and fine with that.

The song faded above us…but it didn't matter…we kept kissing each other in the second of silence we had before the next song began.

A deep woman's voice sang a quicker song as everyone began to dance fast now. Crap.

"White shirt now red, my bloody nose

Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes

Creepin' around like no one knows

Think you're so criminal

Bruises on both my knees for you

Don't say thank you or please

I do what I want when I'm wanting to"

This song was SO perfect for my Master !

I thought he would take me off the dancefloor now but instead he started to dance fast ! But with me, twirling me and controlling me as he turned me skillfully. He is INCREDIBLE ! This wasn't nerdy fast dancing…this is like something choreographed that you'd see on Broadway or something. I thought I'd mess him up but he moved me the way he wanted to… and we were great !

"My soul? So cynical

So you're a tough guy

Like it really rough guy

Just can't get enough guy

Chest always so puffed guy

I'm that bad type

Make your mama sad type

Make your girlfriend mad tight

Might seduce your dad type

I'm the bad guy, duh"

He spun me and actually FLIPPED me over in this dress ! I squealed out loud as he put me on my feet and everyone around us cheered and clapped at us , going WOOO ! Master laughed, completely relaxed in his disguise.

"I'm the bad guy

I like it when you take control

Even if you know that you don't

Own me, I'll let you play the role

I'll be your animal"

Oh my God that verse was SO about US ! I found myself having a great time…on a dancefloor !

Master was smiling at me as he moved me, and I was his happy little puppet. He looked so carefree, relaxed, free. I love him this way.

"My mommy likes to sing along with me

But she won't sing this song

If she reads all the lyrics

She'll pity the men I know"

The next song began and a woman's voice sang:

"We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

This is our place, we make the rules

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?"

He kept dancing with me, slow dance again…I never want to leave this spot. Who knew a dance could be so enchanting ? I felt like I was in a fairy tale…

"And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my …lover

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?"

The lights around us began to change…now green and white…he slowly twirled me and brought me back to his body, hard and fast…holding me tight…nose to nose with me, his pure white teeth smiling at me. I felt high. I gave his lovely nose a quick peck and he clutched his fingers into my waist.

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my …lover

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my …lover."

He was the best date, even though I never had a date before…he danced almost every dance with me. And we only stopped dancing when I needed a break. He didn't look at any other girl there. He waited for me outside the ladies' room…he got me a soda…yes…a soda…in a champagne glass.

He even drank one himself !

"To love.", he toasted, clinking glasses with me as I stared into his eyes like a mute, my mouth open.

He was fun and young…alive…at one point everyone was circled around us as he really outdid himself on one number, throwing me up into the air and catching me in his arms. At another point we were laying side by side on the dancefloor, just staring into each other's eyes. His dance was so sensual…like Patrick Swayze or that Ed Sheeran video. I even shook my hair around as he held me and his eyes sparkled, watching me do that.

I didn't expect this side of him…I thought he was dark and brooding…and he is….but I really love this part of him too ! He's so full of surprises.

I wished I could be like him…so many layers…so many gifts inside him…I usually felt so one dimensional….flat, boring…but with him I felt different. I feel colorful…I feel beautiful…I feel special. He could be with anyone else tonight. Anyone would want him. He could be with royalty, with rock stars…with supermodels…but he chose me tonight. Bella Swan…it didn't escape me how lucky I am tonight.

He even sang a little to me as we danced…he knew the music of today. I'll bet he knows all the music of every time.

He sang this part of the song from Conversations in the Dark by John Legend:

I will never try to change you, change you

I will always want the same you, same you

Swear on everything I pray to

That I won't break your heart

I'll be there when you get lonely, lonely

Keep the secrets that you told me, told me

And your love is all you owe me

And I won't break your heart…

And you say that you're not worth it

And get hung up on your flaws

But in my eyes you are perfect

As you are

As you are"

His voice even outshines John Legend's. It was like hearing an angel, singing love songs to me.

I just stared at him, wanting him so badly…

By the end of the night, I asked him "Who ARE you ?"

"I'm your Master.", he growled sexily back at me, not caring who heard.

"Always.", I nodded, grabbing him and kissing him, in need.

The last dance was the best of all. He held me close, his nose in my neck and at the end, he lifted me up and I arched my back as he let me fly for a moment, my wings out. He let me down gently, safely in his strong arms. And he kissed me.

I not only felt like Cinderella. I WAS Cinderella.

I thought he might slip away before the lights came on and the boys had to go back on the bus to Ironwood, but he didn't just leave me flat like that.

He took my hand and we snuck away in the dark, no one noticed us go.

I was too thrilled to say much on the way home…I was in awe of him, more than ever.

"See, you danced !", he kept his mask on as we walked slow through the fields towards Ivy House.

"That was…so…", I couldn't even describe it, and at the same time we both said, "Magical."

I looked at him, thinking I just imagined that he said it.

But he wasn't ashamed. He was smiling.

"I thought you hated dances.", I said to him, "That you were so sick of hearing about the dance…"

"I was.", he pointed out.

"Then…why did you do this ?", I wondered.

He thought for a moment and said, "Because I don't want anyone else touching you."

Oh my God. I felt like I would be dizzy from the way he said that. There was a deadly edge in his tone.

"Did I tell you tonight how fucking INCREDIBLE you look ?", he asked me, his eyes moving down over me once more.

I giggled, my face burning, "Yes, several times. Thank you, Master."

He gave me that grin. The one that makes your panties disappear.

"You…", I took a breath, "Look…like a dream…"

"Why, thank you, Miss Swan.", he was so cute, acting all shy.

"You let your eyes be red tonight.", I also observed happily.

"It's Halloween.", he shrugged, "Why not ?"

"I love that.", I said, looking at them again, "They're beautiful. YOU'RE…beautiful."

He smiled, "Did those four sodas go to your head ?"

I laughed and shook my head no.

"I love your eyes.", I told him, and I saw those little gold symbols floating around in his red pupils again.

"You really do, don't you ?", he asked me, squinting a little.

"Yes.", I said without shame, "I love everything about you."

"I love everything about YOU.", he said back, kissing my hand that was in his, then putting our hands back down between us.

"Thank you…", I said, "For tonight. It was the greatest night of my life. Who knew I could have fun at a dance? And dance myself ?"

"You're a very GOOD dancer,", he complimented me, "When you get out of your own head and enjoy yourself."

"You didn't let me fall so I thank you.", I said, grateful for his kind compliment.

"I wonder which kid was the jelly sandwich.", he laughed a bit sinisterly, "Did YOU see him ?"

"Who gives a fuck ?", I dared to curse.

We got to the area where Master usually had to say goodbye to me. He couldn't walk me to the door all the time. The Ivy House was a small dot in the distance.

"I don't want to say good night to you, Miss Swan.", he said tenderly.

"Me either, Mr. Cullen.", I teased back, feeling his arms wrap around me as I snuggled into his chest.

He held me tight and kissed my head.

"I had a wonderful time.", he said deeply.

"Oh, me too.", I agreed wholeheartedly, never thinking I'd say that after a dance.

"Can I see you again ?", he asked, looking down at me grinning, hopefully.

"Mmmm", I pretended to think about it, "Maybe."

He smiled even bigger now and the sight of it was glorious.

"Maybe ?", he started poking my ticklish spots…he knew them all. I squealed and laughed as he repeated, "Maybe ?"

"OKAY! YES YES ! A hundred times YES !", I squeaked.

He gave me another dashing smile. A twinkle almost gleamed off the edge of his teeth !

"I knew you liked me.", he raised a brow.

"A little.", I admitted, scrunching my nose, "But you're so damn ugly."

He laughed and so did I.

"You'll pay for that, 317.", he decided with a grin, taking my face into his hands again.

He was so close to kissing me but he waited…he always made me wait…I knew it was so he could get control before he did it…the blood.

"I'll pay for it.", I said, my voice thick with lust.

"Oh my God.", he clenched his eyes and kissed me…even more passionately than before…he was panting and opening his mouth, his tongue swirling easily inside my mouth, wanting more…his hands started to clutch my hair tight and he brought me tighter into his body. I mewed, loving this.

I wish he'd tear this expensive gown right off my body, right here and fuck me like a dog on the grass.

"Oh God…fuck me Master…please…now…right now…", I begged, trying to open his black shirt, unbuttoning the top two buttons, seeing a very interesting black claw necklace around his neck. I licked it wetly and he let his head fall back, letting me. His breath came out raggedly as he watched me move my tongue over the claw around his neck. This seemed to enflame him in a deep way. A small whimper came out of his throat…HE WHIMPERED ?!

"Swan.", he got control over himself again, "We're on school grounds."

SO ? We're always on school grounds ! But he wasn't looking around in paranoia, afraid of the mortals who might catch us. He almost seemed afraid of…ME ?

I pulled the shirt and buttons flew off it, it opened suddenly and I growled, "I don't give a fuck !"

Oooh, where'd that voice come from ? Me ? Cool !

That ended his argument and his red eyes flashed from inside his mask.

We were on our knees suddenly, groping each other, his breathing heavy and rough as he buried his face into my exposed cleavage, and my breasts were out in an instant as he forced the gown open.

His mouth greedily bit on my nipple as I screamed out…his hand went over my mouth, clamping it shut as he licked and sucked….

"Please…", I begged under his hand, "Please…."

"Fuck.", he muttered and then there was no stopping him. He undid his pants and quickly threw the big skirt of the gown over my whole upper body, including my head.

The panties were pulled aside and he plunged deep inside me. Both of us screamed out as he fucked me violently, over and over again. I tried to keep my screams quiet and so did he. My ass kept lifting and pounding against the damp grass underneath me, the smell of it so amazing.

His grunts were like music as he kept driving into me again and again. I wouldn't care if the whole school was watching us now.

He was having no mercy on me and I loved it. I kept squealing, trying to hold it in, my breath coming out in short bursts with each thrust.

"YES", I begged, "FUCK YES…DON'T STOP Master, don't stop !"

And he wasn't about to. I got a little peek at the stars above me as he kept destroying me.

I almost got dizzy as the feeling of him inside of me seemed to take me out of my fucking body…I felt like I really was an angel, flying overhead.

Too soon, he stopped and laid down on top of me, panting.

I was pleasantly pinned under a god. A breathless, insatiable god.

He calmed after a minute, and his red eyes looked down upon me. He seemed to be trying to figure me out.

"What do you do to me ?", he asked, in wonder.

"What do I do to YOU ?", I asked, he just fucked me like a man away at war for the last ten years ! Not that I'm complaining.

"Are you alright, Bella ?", he used my name.

"I'm amazing.", I smiled, moving my gown away from my face a little.

"You sure are.", he grinned, kissing me again.

He smiled down over me.

"You ripped my shirt.", he moved his fingers over the open garment, raising a brow, as if I was in big trouble for that one.

"I'm not sorry.", I bit my bottom lip.

"I've created a little monster.", he put a finger to my lips as I tried to bite it.

He had a strange look on his face then…as if something was hurting him.

"Are you alright ?", I asked, concerned, sitting up a bit.

"Yea, I'm fine.", he put a smile on his face, standing up, giving me his hand to help me up.

"It seems my time being a gentleman is over.", he looked apologetic now.

"You're still a gentleman.", I told him as he helped me fix my gown.

"Yea.", he said, not looking at me now, "You'd better go. The house mother is having tea in the common room, waiting for you girls to come home."

"Oh, okay.", I still held his hand, "Hey."

"What ?", he looked at me, an ashamed gaze in his eyes.

"Don't do that.", I held his face, kissing him softly on the lips, "It was a perfect night. I wanted YOU, remember ?"

"Yea.", he gave me a weak smile, then said, "Thank you…for being my date. For being my…angel. For a moment, when I first saw you, you looked like a vampire."

"Thank YOU.", I smiled up at him, "For being my…dark prince."

He seemed to like that and he really did smile that time.

"Goodnight, Miss Swan.", he said sincerely, kissing my forehead.

"Goodnight, Mr. Cullen.", I gazed up at him.

He took a lock of my hair and wrapped it around his finger, looking at it in the light.

"This is very attractive.", he noticed that I had colored it.

"Thank you.", I said, "I hoped I wouldn't get in trouble for coloring it."

He looked up and considered that.

"This time it was good.", he said, "But in the future you check with me first. Understood ?"

He's back.

I almost tingled, saying, "Yes, Master."

He gave a small nod and closed his jacket over his ripped open shirt.

"Sleep well, Swan.", he said like Mr. Cullen gym teacher.

"You too.", I said then realized that was dumb, "I mean…have a good night."

He grinned and kissed my hand one more time.

"Bye.", he finally said.

"Bye.", I breathed back, watching him walk away.

I went up to my room, saying hi to the house mother.

"How was the dance ?" she asked, smiling.

"Amazing.", I smiled dreamily, going up the stairs. She smiled warmly at me, as if she remembered that feeling.

She didn't say anything about my costume. Weird.

I got to my room and Tank was there, on my bed, sleeping. Now that I was here he jumped up and wagged his little tail and tried to jump on me.

"Wait a second, Tank.", I put him in his little playpen and gave him some food, "Let Mommy take the expensive gown off first."

This probably cost more than my house back home in Forks.

He happily crunched his kibble and I began to take the gown off. I had it off and put it on the bed, looking over it for another minute…it was so gorgeous.

I caught a peek of myself in my full length mirror. I was naked, except for the panties. I kicked off the shoes and opened my closet door to get the hanger and dress bag it came in. But there was someone standing there, and before I knew it, I screamed.

My back hit the wall behind me as the figure in black put his leather gloved hand over my mouth.

It was a man and he wore a black potato sack looking thing over his head. There was a noose around his neck and the rope was chewed off at the end. He wore a heavy black jacket and leather pants, black boots.

My whole body trembled as he put a gloved finger over my lips, telling me to be quiet.

Tank leapt up and showed his little teeth, on his hind legs, growling and giving little yaps to the figure.

The figure put his hand down into the playpen and Tank sniffed him…then quietly went to lay down, at peace.

A knock tapped on the door and Miss Mary, the house mother, asked, "Bella, are you alright ? Was that you screaming ?"

The figure grabbed my neck, warning me. He released my mouth for a moment, his hand right above my mouth.

"It's okay.", I quivered, "I thought I saw a mouse."

"Oh.", she laughed on the other side of the door, "Okay, goodnight dear."

He slapped his leather hand over my mouth again and turned me towards the full length mirror.

His leather fingers moved up my inner thigh as I breathed deep gusts of air under his hand.

Slowly, he moved his hand between my legs as I whimpered. I tried to keep them closed but he yanked my thigh away from the other. His fingers went to my pussy and began to move their scratchy leather over my panties. I tried to be quiet, my brain panicking on the inside. Master had just left me five seconds ago…he wouldn't even be home yet. He could hear me if I screamed and he would come, right?

I began to struggle and protest but he went behind his back and pulled out a large dagger with ridges along the side, the point curved and sharp. I gave a squeal of horror as he rested the flat part of the blade under my right breast.

I shivered harder as he let the cold steel roam over the round circle of my breast…the sharp tip just slightly grazing over the nipple as I held perfectly still.

His breathing was more audible now as I waited…praying he wouldn't hurt me. He still hadn't spoken a single word to me and that was really scaring the shit out of me.

I felt a tear in my eye as he flicked the blade in the air, close to my body as I gave a small scream. His hand tightened over my mouth as he held my body against his. The sack over his face only gave a hint of a pair of eyes inside it…only a tiny glint of something resembled eyes looking at me in the mirror.

His fingers went around my mouth and forced my lips into a smile as I trembled. Then he made my lips turn downward into a sad pout.

A second later, he was playing with my new dark curls…Alice had done an excellent job curling and styling my hair earlier.

He turned me and started moving his blade up my left ass cheek, moving the panties out of the way.. not cutting…just lightly letting me feel how sharp the tip was. I tried not to cry but it was very difficult to remain calm in this situation.

He let my mouth go and held onto my hair, tossing me onto my bed face down.

When I looked up, the knife was there near my face, and from it dangled a ball gag. With a shaky hand, I took it and began to put the ball into my mouth…buckling it behind my head. The figure head nodded slowly.

Then next the knife brought me a pair of handcuffs. I carefully took them off the sharp knife tip and put one on, making it kind of tight. Then I put my hands in front of me and was about to do the other hand.

He put up a finger and moved it back and forth, saying no. I put my hands behind me and he gave a nod under the sack.

I closed the cuff around my wrist and almost looked up at him…I was afraid to. He came and shoved me down, on my stomach, on the bed. Then he took out another pair of handcuffs and began to snap and close them around each ankle. He tossed my big duffel bag on the bed beside me and zipped it open.

There was nothing in it.

He grabbed my hair and started pulling me towards the bag. I moved along to where he was pulling me and started to struggle myself into the bag. He pulled it around me as I got in and he bent my legs up behind me, until I was completely inside it. He zipped it up, closing me in, blocking out any light.

I tried to calm my breathing down as the bag moved and lifted…I bounced around in there as he walked with me inside it. My whole body was shaking like a leaf and I tried to see anything…I couldn't see shit.

I heard myself making crying sounds, trying not to be loud. It wasn't very long before I was placed down with a thud. I could hear his feet shuffling around me and I tried to breathe around the ball gag.

I could hear the zipper slowly unzipping the bag and I gave out a small cry of fear. The bag was dumped out and I was on a wooden table, a bright light over my face, blocking out the guy with the hood on.

I started losing control of my breathing as he stood over me. Without a word, he rolled me onto my stomach and began to take off the cuffs from my wrists but he left one on. Turning me onto my back again, he put my wrist over my head and cuffed it to something there…then the other wrist was cuffed up above me too.

My hair was half over my eyes as his leather gloves uncuffed my feet now. Then they were parted and I felt my leg go up into something cold and metallic, then my knee bent down and my ankle was cuffed to something down there. The same happened next to the other leg and ankle. Then he shoved my legs apart wider and something clicked, keeping them spread wide. I let out a surprised sound, trying to remain calm.

He picked up the knife and plunged it into the table right beside me as I screamed loudly, shaking even harder. FUCK !

"Oh God, please don't hurt me…please…", I cried through my ball gag.

His gloved hands began to molest my breasts again as I cried, and he clutched me without care, his breathing rugged. He was putting his hands all over me…my face, my body…my torso…he was moving my panties aside and rubbing his fingers up and down my clit, trying to get better access into my pussy but the panties were getting in his way.

He grabbed the knife handle and pulled it without difficulty out of the table…and began to slide it under the middle of my panties…tearing and shredding the thin material as I screamed again, praying he didn't stab or cut me.

He angrily tore the shreds of panties away from my body and placed them to the side. My throat went dry as he held the knife close but did not put it on me this time. He put it into the back of his jeans and began to explore my pussy lips.

Moving the tissue around slowly, he took his time playing with me. He started playing with my clit, moving into circles…then up and down…then he started to insert a finger inside me, curling it and pulling up and down as I tried to struggle and yell through my gag.

"NNNNNN", I tried to beg no to my captor but he ignored me.

After he got tired of doing that, he went down beside him and came back with a mask. He showed it to me. The face was white and around the bottom of the eyes were long, black smudges, the lips red and smiling, eyelashes painted over the tops of the eyeholes.

It was very creepy and I shuddered just looking at it. He leaned over and put in on my face, pulling the strap behind it to secure it to my head.

"MMMM", I kept sounding through my gag as he played with my hair, moving it away from my breasts.

My fists were clanking in their cuffs as he began to unbuckle his pants, unzipping…taking out his penis.

His hands went under my ass and were manipulating and squeezing it as he lifted it and inserted his penis into me as I screamed, crying and begging through the ball in my mouth.

He held my thighs down with both hands as he pumped himself in and out, without mercy, and his breathing grew harder and more jagged.

My ass kept slamming against the table as he pounded with more fury inside me, the banging sounds in my ears as he took his time fucking me. It seemed to last forever as he placed his open hand over my mask, holding my face down, leaving only one of my eyes exposed to see the image of him there, still hooded, moving back and forth over me as I screeched louder.

I lost track of time as he kept going…and finally he stopped. I was heaving breaths now as he leaned down, putting his hooded face in my pussy now. Without me seeing his face, the hood lifted a bit at the bottom and his mouth went right into my swollen pussy, licking and sucking, tonguing the clit violently, biting…biting the soft folds of my pussy lips as I cried out again and again.

Then his tongue was working in and out of my pussy, it was so hot and wet that I found myself moaning against my will. I began to dizzy a bit and my fingers clenched up into fists as he continued to lap up every inch of me.

I cried as I came to climax…not wanting to but unable to stop myself. His voice made a satisfied little moan and licked me up faster after I came.

Then he began to crawl up on the table with me…climbing over me as I pleaded with only my sounds.

He was straddling my breasts now…I could feel his naked ass on my chest…and he removed the mask from my face. He still wore the hood and noose around his neck…but he was taking the jacket off, revealing a black t shirt. His gloves undid the ball gag behind my head and he yanked that out of my mouth.

The knife was in his hand again…and he slowly traced the tip along the curves of my lips as I just exuded hollow, shallow pants of breath…he was staring at me…watching a single tear escape my left eye. Carefully, he moved the salty tear down my cheek with the flat edge of the blade. I swallowed and let out a very terrified gasp.

His leather hand found a thin strand of my hair and he brought it up to his hood, inhaling or smelling it. Then he put the knife under the strand at the top and with a flick, he cut the little lock of hair off, he took it and began to stroke it in his hands…and he put it aside as if it were a treasure.

I was too scared to scream as he started to play with my mouth…his fingers playing with my lips, wiping the lipstick off and all over my chin. Then he stuck his leather fingers into my mouth and began to pull my cheeks away from my teeth as I gave little growls of fear. He worked his fingers up and down my tongue…getting his gloves wet with my saliva.

He took his penis and began slapping it against my lips…and my cheek….my nose. I tried to turn my face away but he moved it back with his other hand, holding under my chin with force. He let go and grabbed the top of my hair and made my face come forward to his cock.

I cried and resisted a bit but he reached behind him and brought the fucking knife back…putting it to my neck. I opened my mouth right away and he plunged himself inside. He straddled my face now, pushing my head down flat to the table and holding his hand over my face so I couldn't see as he fucked my mouth…not letting me have air, not taking his penis out of my mouth the whole time. He kept placing the head of his cock in the back of my throat, choking me, gagging me then starting to fuck my mouth again and again. I growled and roared as he denied me air, only through my nose I could breathe.

But then his hand went over my nose as he held my face down and I squealed and tried to move my head so he'd let me breathe. At last, he did move his hand so my eyes were covered and he kept forcing his dick into my throat.

And then he did come and his cock exploded it's juices into my throat….as he held it in there, denying me breath until I swallowed it. There was a little burn in my chest a moment later and I ignored it.

When he finally pulled it out, I gasped and coughed, my feet trying to kick, clanging my cuffs loudly.

Right away, he put the ball back deep into my mouth and buckled it behind my head. Then the horrid mask went back onto my face, the strap behind my head. He arranged my hair again and climbed off my face. I was glad of that at least.

I blinked, trying to see where he was now. My legs were quivering when he came back. He had my lipstick from my room that Alice had lent me earlier. He opened it and twisted it until the dark burgundy stick rose up out of it. And he began to write above my breasts.

The letters, even though upside down for me, were clear.

S L U T

His hood tilted and he was writing something else sideways over my stomach.

I began trembling, whimpering and swallowing in horror as he moved on and kept writing things…now he was writing something across the top of my pussy. I tried to look and see what it was….

I could see the words CUNT and WHORE on my skin in red, slanted in different directions. Then he made a large X over my right nipple. Then he did the same to the other one. The word PIG was written on my inner thigh and then BITCH on my other leg.

He looked over me from inside his hood and I began to fear what would happen next.

Would he stab me ? Would he kill me ? Or rape me all over again ?

He began to unlock my ankles from the stirrups he had them in and then rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt him writing more letters over my naked ass as I tried to remember how to breathe.

His large leather hands began to slap on my ass, giving me a very tough spanking as I screamed and cried. He rubbed his penis against my asshole but did not rape me there. He kept bringing his large hands down furiously over my ass cheeks as I cried out each time. It felt red hot by the time he was done with that….and then he flipped me over onto my back again.

His knife came back out of his jeans again and I screamed, muffled cries as he played with the edge of it with his black fingers.

He reached down and pulled out a strap of leather that was hanging there….and he began to sharpen the blade of the knife up and down along the leather strap as I writhed and pleaded in garbled tongue for him to let me go and not kill me.

He didn't even look at me as he tested the blade on his fingers…and went back to sharpening it.

Without any warning at all, he plunged the knife down into the table beside me, all the way to the hilt as I screamed. He withdrew it and stabbed the table again…dragging the blade downwards, the horrid sound of wood being scraped fading under my screams.

He seemed to be getting violent, agitated…and he stabbed the table again, dragging and carving the blade into the wood right beside me as tears fell out of both my eyes, almost frozen in my shock.

"Plllsss ffckkkk mmmmm gggggnnnnn.", I begged him to please fuck me again….it was better than being killed.

His hood looked over at me as I kept repeating it.

"PLLSSSS", I whimpered…

He spent a few more minutes curling his wrists, pulling the blade up then slowllllyyy back down along the leather strap. I kept pleading for him to fuck me again.

He got bored of sharpening the knife and came back to me…his fingers moving all over me….smearing the letters of the words he had drawn upon me. His hand went around my neck for a second or two…just squeezing as I held my breath. He released me and then yanked on my free legs, forcing them open….his hands on my thighs as his hard penis entered me again. I screamed out as it went in deep and fast for the first thrust. He was almost hurting me it was so big but I made moaning sounds like I was enjoying it. I didn't want him to hurt me with that fucking knife.

He pushed my legs straight up and held them up by my ankles as he put a foot up on the table to get in even deeper, slamming into me again and again.

He seemed to come again, not making a sound. Then he walked away for a second and came right back.

I still had the weird mask on but when he came to stand over by my head he carefully removed it again.

He was taking the ball gag out again and I was afraid he'd want me to suck his cock again.

But he had something else in mind. He had a cup of something in his hand and he started to shove the things into my mouth. It was cold and hard…oh ice…large ice cubes. One after another, he kept shoving them into my mouth, then held his hand over my lips as I winced and tried to keep them out of my throat. I tried to chew them but it was hard.

Before I could melt them and chew them down, he was putting more inside my lips, holding his hand over my mouth again, his other hand toyed with my hair.

He repeated this a few more times as I gagged and tried to shout my dislike of this through my full mouth. Then he took the ice cubes down between my legs.

He began to play with the ice over my clit…numbing it and letting the ice sit there as I panted and squealed out in discomfort, my ass bucking off the table, trying to free myself.

Next he inserted a large ice cube into my pussy…then another…and another….and another…until it was full and I was screaming. His gloved hand was massaging my pussy as the ice began to numb and melt inside me. I kept as quiet as I could, not wanting to set him off.

Once that melted, he started again, placing each ice cube in deep.

He looked at his knife and turned it around, placing the rubbery handle of it into my mouth, closing my teeth over it so it wouldn't fall out. He doted a finger on my nose as he went back to filling me with ice.

The knife was heavy and I was so afraid I'd drop it and it would fall on me, cutting me. But I growled as I struggled to hold it.

He spilled ice water over my breasts as I howled out, keeping my teeth on that handle and he rubbed the water all around my body….on my neck…down my sides…down my legs. I was freezing now and my whole body shivered.

A moment passed and he was staring at me from inside that sack over his head. He began to take the hood off…and I waited to see the face I knew was behind it. But it wasn't HIS face…it was a brown, warped collection of lines and decay, two black orbs for eyes, sunken black hollows under the eyes, a frowning line serving as a mouth…no hair…then a gaping hole where the mouth should've been.

And he roared out, showing large sharp teeth and diving into my chest to bite me.

"AAAAAA !", I screamed and leapt up. I heard Tank barking, yipping. He was in my lap, angry that I woke him up. I touched my mouth and neck…they were dry and warm. No lipstick smears. I held my baby and he quieted, knowing that I was alright now. I looked and saw I was in bed, under my covers, dressed in a long t shirt, my comfy socks on. Tank licked my nose and crawled upon my chest, circling to find a good angle. He laid down and yawned, his pointy ears going down then up then down again.

I kept feeling my body, swallowing and wondering if that was really a dream. Master had a way of making it seem unsure sometimes. I had long ago figured out that he could put me to sleep when he wanted, leaving me dressed and in my bed, letting me wonder…was it real ?

I wanted to open my closet and look inside but I was too scared to. I felt like a little kid who'd seen a scary movie.

Even in the start, when I saw my intruder in the closet, I knew it was him. Little clues told me. His scent, for one, always gave him away. His touch, very familiar and cold to the touch even when he was acting insane, the ball gag, the words he wrote on my body…all his. But there was that 1 % of me that wasn't completely sure. But I also knew that even if some psycho DID grab me, Master would be there to shred him before he ever touched me. That I was sure of.

I tried to sleep, knowing it was just a dream. Was it ? Should I ask Master about it tomorrow ? I didn't want to accuse him of anything. It seemed so real. It was okay if it WAS him…we were talking about doing some knife play games, scary things for Halloween.

And it IS Halloween, I'm all for a good scare on this holiest of days. Damn if that WAS real it was pretty spooky. I felt myself smile, remembering the adrenaline rush it was seeing him sharpening that knife. Damn. If it was real…he sure got me. I almost wet myself.

And I did tell him that I loved to be scared on Halloween. He always gave me every sick fantasy I asked for. This Halloween was awesome after all ! I got the scare of my life !

I went back to remembering the dance…and how wonderful my vampire prince was tonight…then I kept thinking of how it felt being shoved into a duffel bag and carried away like a thing. The stirrups, the handcuffs…the knife.. the ice…the lipstick…the masks.

I shuddered again just remembering it. These are gonna make great journal entries. Yea that's what I'll do. I'll write it in my journal. Then maybe Master will talk to me about it. Yes, that was the way. I kissed my Tank baby and cuddled him, pulling the covers up more. I almost wanted to hide under the covers but refused to, just in case he was somewhere, watching me. I would never hear the end of the teasing if I did it.

"You're supposed to protect me, Tank.", I mumbled to him, "Thanks."

The next morning, though, I saw my face was fine, my body was fine…even my lipstick was fine…only one thing bothered me. My duffel bag was gone. It took me a full ten minutes to open my closet even in the light of day but I finally did open it. I even screamed a tiny yelp as I saw it was empty inside, only clothes.

I got a chill and went to take my shower. Then, I let out a scream as I saw that white mask with the smeared black eyes and red painted lips smiling at me on the bathroom counter.

Fuck. He's good. I love him so fucking much. Evil bastard.

Then I opened the shower curtain and the fucking torn noose was hanging from the showerhead. My breath caught in my throat and I smiled, loving his style. I love Halloween.

END OF CHAPTER 24