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After a few hours of crying I literally couldn't cry any more . I was crying there just weren't any tears to shed. I had cried all of the tears from my body. I know im being a child but I don't know what else to do! I cant leave, I cant attack anybody, I cant kill myself because that would just be stupid. What was I to do?
About an hour later when my cries had turned into sobs, Alice appeared with the guy who had kidnapped me and they took me to 'My Room' as they called it. I thought It would be easier if I behaved.
"This is your room now so feel free to do as you wish." The guy smiled at me. He seemed nice enough, I kind of regret kicking and punching him so hard earlier...he seemed fine though.
Once the man had made sure I was securely in my room with someone he gave a nod to Alice and I and strode out of the room calling behind his shoulder
"My name is Jasper, Miss Swan" Jasper seemed a whole lot nicer than Edward.
Once Jasper had closed the door and locked it Alice spoke up "Miss Swan I think we got off to a rather bad start. My name is Alice and I am a friend of Edward's. I am here to help you adjust to your new lifestyle. You look as if you need a long hot bath. I shall run one for you now." She smiled and pranced over to the door on the other side of the room. I followed her and as she opened the door my breath caught in my throat. There was an En-Suite in my bedroom, a rather big one at that. Alice trotted over to the centre of the bathroom where a huge copper bath stood on a raised platform. Once she had run the bath she left me to dis-robe and I sunk my body into the steaming bubbly water. Alice came back five minutes later gathered my clothes off the floor to chuck into a basket next to the sink. I had only just noticed how everything was very old fashioned in this house. She walked back into the bedroom and came back with a stunning sapphire evening gown again, that looked like it was designed in the Victorian era.
"What's that for?"
"This, Miss, is your attire for this evening." she said simply.
"Attire? Can't I wear like jeans and a T-shirt?" Why was she putting me in these dresses?
She looked very confused "I'm sorry miss, Jeans and a T-Shirt? I'm sure I have never heard of that design. Anyhow I have strict instructions that you will wear this tonight."
"Instructions? From who?" Who was playing Barbie with me?
"Why, Master Edward of course." She half laughed at her remark as if its common knowledge.
"Why do you talk like that? And why am I here? And why am I being made to wear dresses?" I kind of snapped at her but I was in no mood for somebody to get on my nerves.
"How should you have me talk Miss, English is all I know. I'm sorry miss but im not at liberty to say anything as to the reasons of your presence in this house. Would you rather dine with Master Edward in your night gown?" She smiled again.
"What? I meant cant I wear my own clothes?"
"If you are referring to the items you arrived in I can most definitely say they are a pile of ash. Master Edward and Jasper both thought you had been in some sort of Gentlemen's club to be wearing such disgraceful attire."
"Are you calling me a whore?" This girl didn't know when to hold her tongue.
"Gosh, no miss, we were terribly worried about what had happened to you! Any way's miss we had better make haste or you will be late for supper with master Edward. And miss, I just want you to know that I would like us to be friends and if there is anything I can do for you do not hesitate to ask..."
"Can you help me get out of here?" The anticipation in my voice was a little frightening.
"Except that miss." She gave me a sympathetic smile and started to wash my hair.
Once I had finished my bath, Alice helped me into about a hundred petticoats and one tightly fitting corset in which my breathing wavered.
"Alice I can't breathe!" I explained with what breath I had.
"You'll get the feeling back don't fret." Fret? Did this girl go to a posh grammar school or a convent or something? After she had finished with my corset she then slipped me into the dress and to say I looked about 30 was an understatement. My corset was already pushing my bust up and with the enhancement of the dress they were almost touching my chin. The corset had been pulled so tight I literally had no waist until the dress fanned out at my hips. Alice had pinned the sides of my hair back and put 'Rouge' on my lips as she called it. I didn't want to question all of the odd things that were happening as in my mind it was The less you know, the better.
"I think your ready miss." She waved a hand at the full length mirror as I stepped in front of it.
I...Looked...Like...Isabella. For a moment, then I went back to Bella, but nothing changed. Maybe I do look exactly like her. I had the Deja Vu feeling, and I didn't like it.
"Come along miss" Alice walked to the door and knocked. The lock twisted and from the other side of the door came Jasper. He smiled. It was half friendly and half sympathetic. He escorted me to the main hall again and as soon as the doors were opened I saw Edward. He was sat at the far end of the table under the infamous Portrait.
"Ah Isabella, so good of you to join me." His voice bellowing through the grand hall. Alice ushered me over to the table where a plate of meat and vegetables sat. Although I hadn't eaten in a long time, the thought of eating made me want to be sick. Alice and Jasper left me and Edward alone. I could not see him very well as the table was quite long and adorned with bouquets of flowers and candelabras. I stared at the food. It did look quite nice but I'd be damned if I ate it, id feel as if I was admitting defeat. Which I wasn't, I was simply biding my time and planning my escape. This guy was a nut job if he thinks I am his long lost wife. I must have been lost in thought as Edward spoke to me but he was not at the end of the table anymore, he was stood next to me.
"Not hungry Isabella?" He purred smoothing his fingers over my cheek. I grimaced at his sickly voice and turned my head away from his touch. "We'll soon change that" His hand dropped to my wrist and grabbed it firmly pulling me up from my chair and out through the doors to the hall. After passing through a few hallways and doors I mastered the courage and asked him where we were going
"The dunge..." He cleared his throat "The cellar." He stated
"Why?"
"Because Isabella, my dear, if you do not treat me as a husband, I will not treat you as a wife." Oh god, what the hell does that mean. We reached another door prompting Edward to retrieve a set of keys from his jacket and unlock the door. There were spiralling stone steps going up and down, Edward pulled me to the downward steps and continued pulling me until we got to the bottom. He then unlocked another door and revealed a murky damp set of cells that looked like an 1800's prison from a movie. Upon seeing the sight that was before me I struggled against his iron grip although it had no effect.
"No Edward!...Please!" Edward pulled me into one of the cells, bent down to the floor and without time to blink he had chained my wrist to the wall of the cell. He then started to leave. Oh god he was leaving me down here! I grabbed onto the front of his jacket and tugged him around to face me. I would not let go of his jacket, he would have to rip my arm off.
"No...please Edward don't leave me down here!" I cried. My voice came out high pitched.
"You should have thought of that before you decided to anger me!" He did look quite mad. He also tried to turn away from me again. So I held onto him harder and I also noticed I was crying.
"Please..I'll be good! Please I'll do anything! I promise I'll be good, I'll eat your food, I'll let you touch me!" Maybe that came out the wrong way. His face relaxed a little. Oh god he would hold me to that. He looked straight into my eyes, his features softening.
He turned away and looked at the wall "God damn it! Why do you make me do this to you!" He almost shouted in frustration. He looked back at me and softly brushed my cheek with one of his hands testing to see if I would allow him. I didn't move. As he came closer he cupped my face in his hand and to make sure my grip was not slipping I grabbed onto his jacket with both hands, as if I was dangling over the edge of a cliff. His hand fell from my face as he brought out a key and unlocked the cuff around my wrist. I let out a quiet sigh of relief and he smiled and put his arms around me as I was holding myself to his body. After he had broke his embrace I wouldn't let go of him for some reason. Fear of being left down here I suppose.
"Isabella you can let go now" He whispered in my ear with a chuckle. I just shook my head and held onto him.
"That's fine by me" He said with a smile, scooping me up into his arms he strode out of the cellar and up the stairs, walking back towards the main hall.
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