A/N- I loves all the reviews I'm getting from you guys! Thanks a lot! This chapter is going to pretty harsh on poor Bella. You have been warned. Enjoy!

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He disappeared out of my sight. I then heard a sizzling noise. What the hell could that be? There must be more stuff in here than I could see.

He returned seconds later without anything in hand. I didn't know what was going on and I was about to ask him, when he took the bottom of my dress in his hands and ripped it, leaving a large tear in the clothes. I wanted to scream again, but couldn't find the voice in me. My anger had turned into pure fear by this point.

" I never got a chance to fully explain to you what I'm going to do. I will take your clothes off you and brand you, oh and great news! We got new brands for our slaves! It's a good time you came when you did!"

Brand me? Like, with a branding iron. Then it struck me. The sizzling noise was some sort of fireplace or pit, and he was literally going to brand me! Just the thought of him sticking something as hot as fire somewhere on me was enough to let my vision slur! Not only that, but he was going to strip me naked too!

My breathing started coming in quicker gasps as Aro continued to tear and rip my dress. He finally got impatient and just tore the whole thing off me. He then unclasped my bra and slid off my underwear, leaving me helpless against his eyes roaming over my nude body.

I closed my eyes, humiliation burning my skin. I had never felt this exposed before. I'd always imagined Edward seeing me naked, not this cold-hearted man.

He chuckled. "Well, seeing you naked when you're awake sure does top seeing you naked when you're not."

He had seen me naked before? A single tear slipped down my cheek, exposing the tears I had tried to hide from him. But to no advantage.

His cold hand rested on my stomach. I shivered slightly at his touch. He let his hand roam up and down my body. Now my tears were silently gliding down my face. He completely ignored me.

After torturing me enough with his touch, he then said, " I want you to repeat after me. Say: I am yours. Say that over and over again."

I nodded, more tears flowing out of my eyes.

I said, " I am yours."

This time he nodded.

" Say it again. Say it until I believe it."

I continued saying those tortured words until he told me to stop. He turned around and disappeared. I let more tears come down.

I heard more sizzling sounds, and all I could do was lay there.

He returned, and this time with a red burning hot metal stick. At the end where the red blaze was, were some sort of design or initials.

I didn't care though. My body was bracing against the pain about to come.

"Hmm," He said thoughtfully, "Where shall I put it? Oh I know!"

I wanted to roll my eyes.

He aimed the stick iron (Or whatever you call it) to the right side of my stomach, just below my ribcage,

He started to slowly inch the stick towards my body, obviously wanting this to be dramatic (A/N- okay so I was kind of laughing when I wrote that part! This is so much fun!). I closed my eyes, not wanting to see any more.

Then I felt it.

The stinging, burning, hot pain on my stomach. It felt like it was slowly peeling off my skin and replacing it with fire. I screamed my ear-piercing scream and it only made him smirk.

Imagine sticking your hand in hot lava. Imagine leaving it there for 30 seconds. I had nothing to do but count the seconds as it practically burned my skin off. I continued to scream and tried to get loose, to no avail.

I finally felt him take the stick off my still burning skin. He turned and walked away, leaving me sobbing until it hurt to even breathe.

He came back and said, " Well, my Bella, I'm sorry, but that had to be done."

He walked over to the door and unlocked it (It was locked?) and left the room. My skin was still stinging like a scorpion was there, repeatedly stinging again and again. I closed my eyes and heard his footsteps as he glided back into the basement.

In his hands were the same clothes I had on before. I guess I would be calling it my uniform instead, since they probably wouldn't let me wear anything else. Now that I thought of it, I never had actually checked out what lie in my dressers.

But I pushed that thought out of my head.

He untied my legs first then my arms. I struggled to catch my breath.

"Now, that brand is going to sting and hurt for awhile so try to keep a less contact possible on it. Here put on these clothes and go back to your room, you are done for the day."

Then for the umpteenth times today he walked away. I could only stare back. After all that just happened, he acted as though it was nothing. My life was nothing to him.

I sighed the biggest sigh I ever had, and slowly put the clothes on, starting with the underwear, then the bra, then the dress. When the fabric came in touch with my –gulp- brand, I winced at the pain it caused.

I took step my agonizing step back to my room. I'm sure it wasn't nighttime yet, but I still wanted to change into my PJ's, I wanted peace and rest. I slid carefully out of my dress and bra, the found a fresh clean pair of PJ's, which I put on. I slid under the covers of my bed, and tried to relax. No such luck.

He had branded me. I don't think it could get any worse than this, I don't think I would be able to endure anything else worse than that. He had branded my life, and now forever I would be his. I decided to take a look at what the brand looked like, though I really didn't want to.

I pulled my top up a bit and gasped when I saw what lie there. My skin looked like it had been peeled off but you could still see words.

VOLTURI it said in big letters. There was fancy bordering and lines and stuff, but I was thinking: Why that? I thought they would say something more uncommon or better.

Oh well.

I would be his forever or however long he wanted me…but always this brand will remind me of this horrible experience.

I put my hands to my face and started to sob uncontrollably. I cried so hard, that I barely got any sleep that night.

Then just when I was about to fall into somewhat peaceful sleep, a loud disturbing voice boomed through the hallways.

"BELLA!"

It was Aro and he sounded furious. I don't know what I did. But I know this wouldn't be good.

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A/N- So how was it? Oh I'm just curious, but are there any guys reading this story? I was wondering and if you are then in the review please mention it!

Oh and from now on I'm going to post reviews that I really like, right here! So if you give a great review about a chapter, I will post in the next one, at the bottom. Here are some from different chapters:

Chapter 1: Prologue

Pinkmechelle- I like nd u did good by building the tense mood and then cutting it at the right point where ppl would want more. great sorry i hope for more interesting chapters.
I'm Michele Williams nd i want to be ur first fanfiction fan for 'Kissed by my angel'.

- good luck!

Chapter 3: Sneak Peek

Kathy Hiester- people worry to much about perfectionism and not enough about story content. You are doing fine.

(A/N- That review made me feel so much better!)

Chapter 4: Volturi

cares113 - You had no idea how happy you made me for updating so quickly for me. :-) I am liking this story

Chapter 5: Rules

Bubblesswimmer - I liked the whipping scene! And just so you know I bagen writing when I was eleven and I was way worse than you plus the chapter didn't have any errors that really stood out to me!

(A/N- That review also made me feel better!)

Chapter 6: Jane

Briana4-91- Wow your a really great writer and I love how you are taking this story, can't wait for the next chapter :)

Thanks to everyone for reviewing! You never know, you may see your review posted here for chapter 7!

~Angel~