I woke up early the next morning, habit had made it easy for me to rise before dawn and that was something I was thankful for. In my first months with Mr Cullen I had been punished severely for not waking up at the correct time and "neglecting my duties". Of course, its difficult to drag yourself out of bed at the right time when you're not allowed an alarm clock. I'd never say such things to Mr Cullen however, but in my mind I screamed and yelled at his quite regularly. I found it almost therapeutic, but I did worry that one day my mental filter would fail and I'd blurt all of my true thoughts and feelings out to him. That would not end well for me…
I briefly glanced towards the big bed to make sure Mr Cullen was still snoring. He rarely required me in the morning, choosing instead to sleep in. He'd woken me once, just an hour or so ago, but thankfully that particular session was much less painful on my poor abused body, no doubt due to his own fatigue.
I rose silently and folded up the blanket, placing it on top of the pillow and storing them both tidily away on the chair in the corner of the room. I then made my way down the hallway into one of the many guest bathrooms and quickly showered and washed my hair. I allowed myself a few extra minutes just to enjoy the hot water on my sore muscles but I knew Mr Cullen had a guest arriving today so I didn't linger too long. I had pondered who the guest might be. Mr Cullen was certainly not shy about showing me off and I had regularly been passed around to his friends or provided as "entertainment" for his parties. I prayed that neither of those would be the case, but I had a feeling I was to be disappointed. I hated my life, hated the fact that I was nothing but a cruel rich man's possession to be loaned and rented out as he saw fit. I saw no end in sight for me, but realistically I knew that Mr Cullen would get bored of me eventually. He would find a younger, more attractive model to replace me with and at that time I knew I'd be… removed from his concern… My life was not worth living but still the thought of death terrified me like nothing else. It was a difficult line to walk and I wanted to be one of those people who could see death as a welcome escape from the shit their life had turned to. But, whilst such thoughts plagued my mind during the worst of my days, I couldn't help the fear that gripped me at the thought of dying. What would prompt it? And when? How would they do it? Would I know it was coming? Would they taunt and torture me or just make it quick? I knew that it was inevitable that Mr Cullen would take my life when he was done with me, but as much as I tried, I couldn't wish that day upon me now.
I pulled myself from my depressing musings by quickly drying myself off and hurrying down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Mr Cullen liked his breakfast brought up to him promptly at 7am every day. It was currently 6:30, that didn't give me much time as he liked to eat well.
I hurried to make him a large array of breakfast options – fresh fruit salad, pancakes, waffles, croissants, bacon, eggs, French toast. As 7am arrived I was returning to the bedroom with the large silver tray laden with plates, and a jug of breakfast juice. He was still asleep so I made my way over to the bed, placing the tray onto the bedside table as quietly as possible. My proximity must have woken him as he sat up looking groggy, but took the glass of juice I held out for him without a word. I shifted the tray closer to him so he could choose what he wanted and stepped back until my presence was commanded again. He didn't even look at me as he flicked on the television, watching the morning news as he ate the croissant, French toast and bacon. He still didn't acknowledge me after he was done which I had come to expect although it never failed to annoy me. He climbed out of the bed and made his way into the ensuite bathroom. Silently seething I started collecting up the uneaten food and plates to carry back downstairs. Mr Cullen returned to the bedroom as I was just finishing making his bed. He was naked, roughly drying his hair with a towel. I noticed his rock hard cock standing to attention. If he was aroused it meant he would be requiring my… services.
He dropped the towel at his feet and looked briefly at the clock on the wall behind my head. He didn't look at me, instead reaching over to where I'd place the television remote on one of the pillows.
"Here" he said as he picked up the remote and turned the television off before tossing it back down onto the bed. I made my way over to him quickly, certainly having learned my lesson about keeping him waiting. When I was within reach he pulled me infront of him, turning me to face the bed and pushing my shoulders forward so I was braced on the bed by my hands. With no more warning he thrust hard inside me, gripping onto my hips to pull me back until he was seated inside my pussy to the hilt. He groaned as I winced. He rarely bothered to prepare me for such intrusion and it never failed to hurt each time he took me this way.
After a second he started moving, setting a fast and hard pace with his thrusts and gripping my hips painfully. I could tell that this was just going to be a quick fuck, he had an itch he needed to scratch and all I was to him was a means of doing that. Heaven forbid he use his hand!
Within a matter of minutes his rhythm became frantic and his breathing more laboured as he neared his climax. He reached around my torso to grab at my breasts and pull me flush against him as he gave three final, hard thrusts into me, moaning a stream of profanities into my ear, before spilling his poison seed inside me. He pulled out swiftly and paused, I couldn't tell what he was doing and certainly wasn't going to anger him by looking. Suddenly I felt his hand between my legs, pressing inside me where his cock had just been. He removed his hand then, using the other one, pulled sharply back on my hair until my head was resting back onto his shoulder. He then raised his cum covered fingers to my lips, smearing the vile stuff all over them before pushing his fingers into my mouth. I resisted the urge to bite down. Just.
"Suck".
I did as commanded, effectively managing to conceal my grimace of disgust as I licked and sucked his seed from his fingers. He finally removed them from my mouth, pushing me back towards the bed where I caught myself on my hands.
"Clean yourself up. Our guest will be here any moment".
Without a backward glance he walked to the other side of the room, to his enormous dressing room leaving me to quickly make my way into his bathroom to clean his filth from my body.
Fifteen minutes later found me in the kitchen, cleaning up Mr Cullen's breakfast and snacking quickly on grapes from the fruit salad before stowing it in the refrigerator. I didn't get meals, I had learned to eat small amounts when I was preparing his meals – as long as he wasn't present of course – or alternatively, settling for leftovers.
I had just placed the last plate on the drainer when his voice rang out from the entrance hall, summoning me. I trotted across the kitchen quickly and made my way into the hallway, keeping my eyes downcast but noticing in my peripheral vision that Mr Cullen's guests had arrived. Three men stood near to him and a woman stood at his side.
"Isabella", his voice commanded I look at him so I raised my eyes to meet his, taking in the familiar Volturi brothers as the visitors. My skin crawled with the memories of my past experience with these evil men. My eyes quickly took in the woman, she looked older than me, perhaps late twenties. She was beautiful, soft features and kind,light brown eyes. Her hair was pulled tightly back but it looked lighter than my mahogany locks. What shocked me most was her body trembling out of control, the tears falling unchecked down her cheeks and the terrified, pleading look she was giving me. As if I could help her. The women who usually visited were as cruel and sadistic as Mr Cullen himself, nothing like the scared woman standing across from me now.
The truth suddenly dawned on me then. This woman wasn't here to taunt and abuse and torture me. She was here to live with me… Or take my place. My thoughts of this morning made my stomach drop and I quickly moved my attentions from her, back to Mr Cullen.
He smiled at me, a warm, charming smile any woman would fall for.
"Isabella. I'd like you to meet my new acquisition, Esme. I trust you will make her at home here".
He stepped forward and placed a soft, gentle kiss on my lips before turning on his heel and walking into the room opposite, leaving me standing in the hallway with the terrified woman. Esme.
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