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What's a Posie?

My leg was shackled up to the wall, and it was only 2 o' clock in the morning. I had a very bad dream, this one not like the others, not completely. This one was different.

I would escape and Edward would always catch me, but this time, something happened differently. Edward was about to catch me, he'd just caught my scent, and I'd always climb up a tree a little ways or hide somewhere where I thought he couldn't get me, but I just kept running this time. My legs carried me swiftly through the thick timber of trees, until I found my house and waited breathlessly in my safe haven.

But with my luck I'd probably just trip over my own two feet. I mean, it couldn't hurt to try, right?

I pulled my legs up to my chest and rested my head on my knees. I finally fell into a light sleep with my forgotten exhaustion.

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I awoke to a strange feeling. I was on a bed? It was soft and comfortable, and I'd never felt anything like it. I snuggled up into the sheets, praying that those past few months had all been just a very, very bad dream. But when my eyes fluttered open they were met with glowing red ones on the far corner of the, what had to be, king sized bed. His mouth turned up into a wide smile, showing his teeth, but not far enough as to where I could tell if he had fangs or not.

I was curious, but was not about to ask.

When thoughts of last night flooded back into me, I cringed and slinked back until I fell off the edge of the bed. I heard a maniacal fit of laughter coming from off the bed. I grimaced; he was the meanest thing ever.

The laughter ceased and a new humored chuckle came out of his mouth as he spoke. "Aww, did the little Bella get scared?" The maniacal laughter started again.

"Bastard." I grumbled, and he heard me.

He made it swiftly across the bed and over to me in under a second. I cringed back and hit the back of my head on the wall. He gripped my hair and pulled me back up to the bed by my scalp. I cried out in pain; this was not what I expected, but what was expected here anyway?

"Lay down." He growled.

He freed my hair and I did what I was told, not ready to start another argument just yet; it was too early.

"Good girl." He spoke and the whole time I was thinking Asshole.

He got on his knees and I whimpered. He smiled wide at my anxiety. He stripped off my dress and my undergarments forcefully. I cried out at the sudden burn where he'd ripped it off, and he hit me for it.

"Do that again, see what happens. You don't want to push me any further Bella. It won't be good for your emotional health."

I glared up at him. He had no right to treat me like a toy, but in his mind he could treat me however he liked. That wasn't going to happen though; I would make damn sure of it.

He slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and I really didn't like where this was going. His massive erection sprung free once he'd pulled down his pants. I'd never done this before, and I wasn't going to start now.

He stood up and pulled them fully off before tossing them off the bed and kneeling in front of me again.

I gulped nervously. He could sense my hesitation and laughed bitterly. "Now Bella, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Whichever you prefer; I don't mind either one. I'll get what I want eventually."

I wasn't compromising with this monster. I wasn't going to take this; I'd have to be brave. After all those months of giving in to him and obeying him I'd say it was time to take a stand. Well, I wasn't going to be pushed any further. "No, Edward." I spat, crossing my arms above my chest, partly to cover myself and to prove my point.

"Whatever you prefer. But you will have consequences. First, nothing goes in your mouth except my cock. No food, no water, nothing." My mouth dropped open in horror. "Have you changed your mind then?" He asked cheerfully. I shook myself out of a daze and closed my mouth, then turned my head like a child would.

"No." I stated blatantly.

He turned my head forcefully, to face him again. "One more thing; no bathroom." I probably looked like a child denied a present at Christmas. This was the one thing I had to do. It was human nature after all.

He rubbed his erection with his free hand and hissed something, too low for my human ears to hear, under his breath.

With that he stood up and got off the bed, putting on his pants and pulling me out of the room behind him, completely naked. At least he had pants on. I tried my best to cover myself from the cold, but was unsuccessful.

By the time we reached my cell, I was shivering so bad my body was shaking, and his cold hand on my arm wasn't helping the matter. I would surely catch pneumonia if I was in this cold for much longer.

I was thrown into my cell, my ankle shackled, and the door slammed shut, the metal bars rattling with the force.

My body shook, and before long I was coughing and sneezing. This wasn't going to end well I could already tell.

I had to get out of here, and the only things keeping me from my goal were a shackle and a locked door. My stomach growled in hunger while my throat scorched with thirst. I was mentally and physically exhausted, and so I curled up in a ball and fell into a restless sleep.

For a while I would wake up with nightmares, and then I'd fall into a deeper sleep, which meant longer nightmares.

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My plan of escape seemed to be dwindling in hope. But at least I had some clothes on. In the middle of my sleep someone must've put them on me, and that meant someone had to have been touching me. I felt dirty at the thought.

I didn't even know how long I'd slept, much less what day or time it was. It was fairly dark outside, so I assumed it must be night time, or very early morning; I hadn't a clue.

Days went by and I became more parched. The lack of bathroom, food, and water made me weak, which made chores that much harder to do. I was whipped more often for my lack of energy, and just for their personal enjoyment out of it. I finally just had to go to the bathroom in the corner of the cell; I know it was gross, but it was all I had left, and I couldn't hold it in, as much as I tried.

I cried more and more every night, trying not to think about Alice or my parents, or worse yet, Jake. I wondered if he even got home that night. Had he been attacked maybe, or got lost. If there is a God out there, which I'm starting to believe there isn't, he'd be safe at home, tucked in between my mom and dad every night.

Days seemed longer and time for sleep seemed fewer and far between. I tried to sleep as much as possible, but I'd always see him in my dreams, making it much harder to get any sleep at all at night. For some reason unknown he'd been gone for weeks. I hadn't seen him thankfully, but somewhere deep inside of me knew he was still watching.

My stomach growled in agony as other kids were being fed. The sight and smell of the moldy bread was the most mouth watering thing I had ever layed eyes upon in my whole life. This was truly it. I had to give in; he knew he would win, and he did.

I whispered to nothing in particular, just the air in front of me, but I knew he was listening and I knew he could hear me.

"Edward, I'm sorry; I'll service you."

A/N: Oooo! What do you think is gonna happen! Sorry about the long wait and the cliff-hanger. I had writer's block for a short time there in the middle of the chapter. I hope it's a little longer than the last one. But I had to end here because I know exactly what I'm doing in the next chapters and they're really good I think. By the way, me and Shiloh It Seems are working on this new dark Edward story and I hope you'll read and review when she posts it! It's really good and it was all her idea too! She's a really great author and I hope you enjoy all of her stories! Review please; remember reviews are love, and if you love me you'll review! Thanks!

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