I was at a big white mansion with something blue on it at regular intervals before I realized it. I was through the door even faster. As I made it in and he set me down- When did he pick me up?- I noticed the extent of the beauty within this house. Everything, and I mean everything was completely in fashion, though it was all white. The carpet, the stairs, all of it. These people definitely had money. Servants- or slaves?- bustled about, with an air of seemed as though guests would be arriving soon.

Master tried to take my hand. I automatically pulled away from the cold radiating off his skin. He turned toward me quickly, his arms wrapping around my waist, holding my face close enough to his that he barely had to lean down to whisper in my ear.

"You will never pull away from me again," he said in a threatening half growl, "Or you will regret it." A tall blond boy started down the stairs, appearing to have sensed our presence. He was dressed in hunting clothes. A short girl, one that reminded me of the stories of pixies I had heard as a child, followed silently behind him. He stopped in front of us, and she followed for a few steps more before stopping beautifully too. She stared directly, unabashed, at me. The blond one glanced my way for a half of a second, and I suddenly felt calmer; safe, somehow. Master sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

"Edward, why do we not hunt today? You look like you need it." The blond boy said to Edward. Edward. So that was his name.

Edward was now glaring at the blond one. I chose this moment to look at the person behind him. There was something very strange about this girl. Haunted bright blue eyes stared at me under a halo of black hair that was interrupted by pale skin and dark purple bruises that covered her arms and neck as well. She was currently focused on Edward and the others conversation. They had been talking, and I had known I should pay attention, but I had gotten distracted. I glanced, once again, at the blond boy, feeling a little distraction was not like me.

Edward looked down at me. Glared. "Jasper and I are hunting. We will be back here tomorrow. Alice will take you to our room and you are to remain there until I come and get you. You will not open the door until I come back. Not even to eat. I will feed you when I get back."

"Yes, Master," I said by, almost by rote. Jasper turned to Alice.

"You heard him, right?" He said, in a much softer tone than Edward had used with me. Alice nodded, and Jasper walked away. Edward kissed me on the mouth, as if he actually cared, but I knew he was just marking what was his, and walked away. My mouth hurt.

Alice stayed motionless for a long moment before turning toward me, her expression sad. She reached out to take my hand, and I didn't flinch; her hand was warm, like Jacobs. The reminder hit me like a wrecking ball, and I was almost knocked to my feet with the pain of missing him. I wondered how he was doing right now. He probably didn't celebrate Christmas, and started looking for me in the forest. I hoped he wasn't too worried; I planned to get back soon.

Alice and I walked up two sets of stairs and down the long third story hallway before reaching our destination. She leaned in close to whisper to me in a way I could barely hear

"Try not to react much. Edward likes seeing people react to things. Hopefully he'll get bored and return you safely home. I don't want what I've seen to happen. And please, please, try to be safe, Bella." She was gone, down the stairs, before I could force an answer through my mind.

I waited until night. I had to, because I was sure there were more people here than Just servants, and the three I had met. I wanted to be sure everyone was sleeping before I tried to leave. I did not want to know what would happen if I got caught. I gently opened the door to my bedroom, glancing around surreptitiously. No one was up here.

Instead of risking the stairs, I slid down the banister, carefully stopping myself at the second floor. there were voices downstairs, laughter. I rushed to the nearest hallway, and opened the window there. I glanced down at the ground below. there was a bush there that could catch my fall, and a wooden support I could grip to slid down.

I grabbed the wood and let the rest of my body fall out of the window.I was heavy. I could only barely keep holding on, so I loosened my hands slightly and started falling down. I hit the bush and felt the branches poking me and giving me scratches. I pulled myself out of the bush and started running, fast as i could, in the direction I believed we had come from. I wished Jacob was here. He had such a good sense of direction. I shuddered when a cold arm caught me by the waist easily.

"Edward will not be very happy with you; he doesn't like it when his toys try and escape. I could care less, but when he gets angry, he stays angry. Otherwise, I would have let you go. I am sorry about all this, but you have to stay here."

I turned to see another blond person. He looked older than Edward. "My name is Carlisle," He introduced himself. He dropped his arm and said, "If you are having trouble sleeping, you can take these." He handed me two pills. "They will give you a full eight hours of rest."

I swallowed them, but only because he was expecting me to and he seemed nice. The only person that had not seemed nice so far was Edward. Why did I get stuck with the cruel one?

Carlisle had been right. I stayed asleep for a long time, and when I woke up, Edward was in the bed beside me. I automatically flinched away from him, almost flying from the bed. His iron grip caught my arm, holding me here. His low, velvety voice was full of promise.

"I told you there would be punishment for disobeying my rules. Now, since this is your first time, you have the mildest punishment I can think of. You will stand in that corner for as long as I say, holding two of my books over your head without moving. The second I see you move, there is more punishment. Do you understand?"I nodded. His eyebrow raised.

"Yes, master," I said quietly.

I had not believe it could hurt this much, but after standing here in the corner for two hours, my arms and legs felt like jelly, and I was shaking badly. Pain coursed through my limbs with every beat of my heart. He seemed to be enjoying this. After another minute, I leaned forward with a gasp, letting the ground catch the books instead of my head. I fell onto the ground with them pressing my hands into my stomach, afraid of more punishment.

He laughed.

"See, now, it was pointless to even attempt to escape. Come here." I got up with a small whimper and moved to where he was seated. he stood up and pulled down his pants. I cringed, not wanting this at all.

"Put your mouth over it." He ordered. I almost sighed with relief. He was not forcing me to deflower myself. Yet.

I opened my mouth, sucking on the tip before allowing it to fill my mouth. He pulled in a gasp from his teeth. "Suck harder," He ordered. I complied, running my teeth over it, trying to get this over with. A moan escaped his lips, urging me to move my mouth faster. I circled my tongue around him before sliding it along the very tip, delving into the slit there and tasting the pre-cum. "Swallow all of it," He ordered in a moan. "You will be punished it a drop hits the floor." He thrust his hips into my mouth now, and I gave one final, hard suck before he exploded into my mouth with a cool burst of liquid. I swallowed all of it, and shuddered. He reached down and lifted me off the ground, taking me to the bed and putting both of us under the covers.

"Sleep now. I will awaken you when the food is ready." He said. I pulled myself in a ball, complying again, and told myself not to cry.