Shit. What the hell did he expect me to do with her?

I guessed the first place to start would be to take her to "her" room. It was the room I had briefly occupied when Mr Cullen first acquired me. He said I needed training, like a fucking dog. And until I was fully trained I wouldn't have the honour of sharing his room. Fucking psycho.

Not knowing any better, I decided that this would be the best course of action and turned to make my way up the stairs.

"Follow me".

The terrified woman's eyes darted around the entrance hall as if looking for an escape. I sighed.

"Don't even bother, you have no idea how many times I tried in the beginning. I assure you that you wont get far. Now please, follow me."

She took a second to consider and then silently started up the stairs after me. Her silence only lasted a short while before she started questioning me as we made our way down the hallway to the bedroom.

"Where am I? Who is that man? Im sure I've seen him before… And those other men… God the things they did" she started sobbing again, "what am I doing here? And why are you naked?".

I stopped abruptly and spun on my heels to face Esme, she nearly ran into me with my unexpected halt and took a quick step backwards. I spoke to her in a harsh whisper.

"Firstly, unless you want Mr Cullen and the Volturi brothers to come up here after us right now I suggest you lower your fucking voice", her eyes widened and she swallowed thickly. I turned and started walking again with Esme on my heels.

"That man is Mr Carlisle Cullen. He bought you, he owns you and you do as he tells you. The Volturi brothers sold you to him. Simple. I don't know why you are here, I can assure you Mr Cullen does not share his thoughts with me. I expect you are here for his pleasure but I'm sure all will become clear. I am naked because that is what Mr Cullen requires."

Finally reaching the bedroom I opened the door and walked in seeing everything as expected. The small "bed" on the floor – the same as mine in Mr Cullens room, a blanket and pillow - the ensuite bathroom with the door removed. Mr Cullen removed it during my second week in the house when I locked myself in the bathroom to hide from him. He had his men come and break it down. I was severely punished for that mistake, something I wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon… Esme's voice brought me back to the present abruptly.

"Wha… What do you mean.. pleasure? Im not.. I WILL NOT allow him to touch me, those fucking perverted Volturi brothers were bad enough but some sick pervert thinking he can just buy me like a car! I wont allow it."

I rounded on Esme, irrational anger bubbling in me.

"You WILL allow it Esme. You will allow it because you will have no fucking choice but to allow it. If you don't do as you are told you will be forced to and I can assure you Mr Cullen has ways of doing that quite effectively. If you're thinking of running then forget it now. In the unlikely event of you managing to make it past the estate security, the GPS chip the Volturi implanted in you gives Mr Cullen your exact location at any time. You cannot escape. The furthest I ever got was two miles into the forest before he found me. And my punishment? I was beaten, raped and damn near starved for a week and tied to a bed in my own fucking filth for the entire time to think about what I'd done. If you want to risk that, be my guest. Otherwise, remove your clothes."

She stared at me, mouth gaping like a fish and fresh tears pooling in her eyes. She looked around the room, maybe for another escape, before turning back to meet my gaze. I cocked an eyebrow at her and held out my hand. With a sigh she shrugged out of her coat and handed it to me. She cried silently as she removed the rest of her clothes and finally stood before me trembling and trying to cover her breasts self-consciously.

"Mr Cullen doesn't like that…" I said quietly, at her confused expression I elaborated, "he likes to be able to see everything, don't try to cover up, it will make him angry".

Esme suddenly broke down.

"I cant do this… how am I supposed to do this?" her eyes were pleading as they met mine.

"You'll do it because you have no other choice".

"They… told me… They said that if… if I didn't behave… If I didn't do as I was told my family would be…" she broke down in fresh sobs, "they said they'd kill my son… my parents… my husband".

I sighed. "And they will. Trust me."

She looked up at me sharply. Memories flashed in my mind of my most vicious punishment. My poor father, brave Charlie, bound to the chair beaten and bloody, still yelling and threatening to kill them for laying a hand on his baby girl. They made me watch, right to the very end I was forced to watch every second. Then the threats. Renee. Phil. Alice. I could never let anything happen to my little sister. I would take any of their torture if it spared her. And so I do, everyday.

My eyes raised up to meet Esme's again, she looked heartbroken at what she saw there.

"Please, just do what he tells you.. please… it will be easier that way", my voice cracked at the end, I couldn't face seeing this poor woman being beaten and hurt.

In a gesture that surprised me she reached out, tightly gripping my hand in both of hers.

"You poor child, what have they done to you?"

"Broken me…. And they will do the same to you." My voice was quiet, hollow.

"Your name is Isabella, yes?" I nodded. "How old are you? You look so young".

"Im nearly 21.. Not so young".

"You are just a baby Isabella, especially to someone of 29 like me. Why would they want someone so old?" I shrugged, certainly from my experience of being held with the other girls the preference had been for young girls, I saw none as old as Esme. "How long have you been here, with Mr Cullen" she asked.

"I was taken just before my seventeenth birthday, I came here a couple of months later. He was the highest bidder…"

"Bidder?" she looked confused. I shrugged, not knowing much about the process, all I know was that I was placed in a room wearing not very much and a few minutes later I was removed, dressed in a robe and handed to Mr Cullen as the winning bidder. Human auctions… I would never get over the depravity of people.

"That's odd.. there was no bidding I don't think? Some men broke into my home when my husband was at work, said they'd kill my son if I didn't come with them", she paused, pulling in a shaky breath, "then I was taken to the Volturi brothers where they… had fun as they put it" a sneer crossed Esme's beautiful face. I was perfectly familiar with the Volturi brothers idea of "fun"…"and then I was brought here… its only been a week since I was at home with my family."

"Im sorry Esme. But, that life is over now. Please, just do as he tells you. He's not all bad, he can be… gentle, sometimes. If you please him. Just don't make him angry".

She gave my hand a squeeze and forced a small smile.

"Thank you Isabella".

I nodded to her but my response was cut off by Mr Cullen appearing in the doorway. I immediately snatched my hand from Esme. He walked slowly into the room, his posture and expression screamed authority – as always. He walked right up to me, taking the hastily folded pile of clothes out of my arms and dropping them on the floor. His cold eyes took my naked body in as he let his left hand trace slowly over my shoulder blade, down my back and cup my ass cheek. He squeezed gently, groaning quietly.

"Always such a good girl Isabella…" he stepped closer, nuzzling into my neck and lightly nipping at the flesh, his left hand still massaging my ass as his right trailed over my stomach and up to cup my right breast. My eyes raised to where Esme stood, the look of horror on her face instantly brought back the shame I had managed to force down over the years. I lowered my eyes to the floor and took a deep breath as my body automatically responded to his ministrations against my will, my nipple pebbling beneath his fingers. He was a skilled lover and had often brought me to orgasm. It was one of the more humiliating experience I'd had with Mr Cullen, to be forced to feel that pleasure, to cry out in ecstasy, body begging for more from a man you hated… It was confusing and always left me feeling dirty and disgraced.. I would take a beating over an orgasm anytime.

His right hand reached up and with one finger, gently turned my face towards his. He leaned forward, capturing my lips in a hungry kiss and pressing his body into mine, rubbing his erection into my hip. I had expected him to take me now, infront of Esme. "Training" im sure he'd call it. What was to happen was worse. Much worse. My blood ran cold at his words.

"You are such a good, sweet girl Isabella, I cant wait until my new pet is just like you", he shot a lustful look at Esme before lowering his lips down to my ear, "But, for the meantime I would like some time alone for us to get acquainted. The Volturi brothers are in the red room, make sure they are well satisfied".

With a final caress of my ass he straightened up and took a step away from me. My body trembled as I made my way out of the room, my eyes flashing briefly to Esme's who held both fear and pity – for me or her, I wasn't sure. I lowered my eyes and made my way out into the hallway. Towards the red room. And the vile Volturi Brothers.

I can do this.

I can.

CHxCHxCHxCHxCHxCHx

Things are going to get even worse over the next chapter or so (yes, really!) but then as the title suggests, change is on the horizon for our Isabella. Lets just hope it's a positive thing for her! Everyone looking forward to catching up with Edward soon?