Chapter 16

Hey guys ! You're all so brave and I'm proud of you! (not trying to sound like your Mom, sorry)…LOL. This is about more than just Bella's abuse by Bad Edward, so thanks for seeing that. I also kinda feel a little sorry for Bad Edward. Yes, he's a sick little pup but his love for Bella is what's driven him mad. He loves her, he hates her, he wants her, he doesn't want to want her…he wants to trust her…he doesn't trust her. He wants to think she loves him…but he knows she doesn't. Him killing Jacob turned him into a saint in her heart and she will never forget him or what Edward did to him…and now his half self, Good Edward seems to have her heart.

Bad Edward is so lost and messed up. Aren't we all ? LOL

This is the monster Good Edward always spoke of, the one he wanted to keep away from Bella. And when he was in control and was sane, and had Bella's love unconditionally, he could keep the monster in his cage. But now the monster is out and has his revenge on Good Edward. And the monster loves Bella, too, in his way.

But there will be some story in this, don't worry. Well, worry if you want…

/

I couldn't believe it myself but right after Edward had left and locked me inside his little dungeon, I fell asleep. My mind and body were totally drained. My vagina was killing me and I couldn't even slip my hand into the belt to rub the raw skin inside.

I tried rubbing the leather on the outside, hoping somehow it would help…but it didn't.

Crying myself to sleep, I laid on the smelly bare mattress, only comforted by the small line of light that exuded from the bulb overhead.

I kept weeping, not really because of what punishments I had gone through just now, or because of the terror Edward had arisen in me with that whole branding lesson.

I cried because he had broken me. He made me say that I hated my Edward. I know he heard that. And while I knew he wouldn't blame me or hold it against me, I also knew it had to have hurt him, deep down, although he'd never say it or admit it to me. If I heard Edward – MY EDWARD – say he hated me…even if it was to stop his pain…I know it would slice my heart open.

I didn't dare even whisper anything to my Edward. I didn't feel safe to even mouth his name now…but I could THINK to him. Even if he can't hear me…it made me feel a little better to think, 'I am so sorry Edward. God, I DON"T HATE YOU. You know that. I love you…more than myself.'

In my mind, I imagined him beside me, stroking my back with affection.

And he whispered, "Shhhh…don't you worry about ME. I'm fine. Sleep now, baby. I'll be here to watch over you."

It was a little strange, hearing my Edward call me baby. But it did soothe me…and make me feel good.

And then I made myself hear him humming my lullaby. I really needed it now.

I sobbed as the melody began…and then I seemed to actually FEEL his hand stroking me. And in minutes, I was drifting…escaping…asleep. I was afraid to sleep. Afraid of what I would find there beyond that veil. Nothing good ever greeted me there anymore.

Luckily, my dreams that night had been simple and sweet. Charlie waited for me, but it wasn't missing Charlie…or dead Charlie. I looked far up and saw him smiling down at me. He picked me up into his arms and carried me away, towards a carnival in the distance. I clung onto him, and when I spoke, I heard a little girl's voice.

"Can we go on the horses, Daddy?", I asked, referring to the Merry Go Round.

"Anything you want, Bella.", he grinned, glad there were no real horses there for me to try out. I was a klutz even back then.

I could smell him. Old Spice. I snuggled into his neck and closed my eyes, inhaling with a smile.

I even recently bought a can of Old Spice just so I could smell my Dad when I really missed him. But it wasn't the same. I guess some of the wonderful scent I loved was Charlie's essence, mixed into the cologne.

God, Dad…I miss you so damn much. Thank you for being here with me now…thank you for taking me back here, to our past, where I can be four years old and have fun, and not worry about a thing except what flavor cotton candy I'll get.

My Dad always knew what I needed…and he still does.

I woke hours later, after the carnival ended and Charlie had tucked me into my little girl bed. For once, I wasn't afraid when my eyes opened. I felt peace.

I wondered if it was still night, or if day had come. You couldn't tell from in here. The light bulb was still working, thank God. My body was a bit sore, my crotch a little better – not throbbing anymore. My legs hurt the most at the moment, and I knew that was from the hours of strain and struggle they endured. The more he hit me with his different whips and canes, the more my legs tried to close and fight. But they were hopelessly trapped and would never protect me from the assault.

I saw one of the canes suddenly, a long thin wooden stick, oiled and shiny with an oak stain. It almost looked like a very long conductor's wand. It didn't look like it could do much damage…until it struck me, that is.

I discovered that thin equals a more cutting sting. Thicker canes and whips gave a dull thud, a different kind of ache. The thin instruments seemed to slice in, and they were the tools that brought up the long, purple welts and lines…dark red bruises.

I could see some of the marks right now, on my inner thighs, directly outside my vagina area. I tried to examine them, as much as I could see in the dimness of the room.

Almost at once, I heard Edward's voice.

"Put some cool water on it.", he suggested, reminding me of the hose nearby.

I shuddered, wondering if that would hurt more. But the more I thought of it, the more I thought it would feel better in the long run. Maybe it would keep infection away.

So I did it. I turned the hose on a little bit, just a trickle of water coming out into my cupped hand. Then ever so gently, I laid my wet hand on the horrid little lines in my flesh.

I couldn't help but let out a little cry when it made contact. But, in seconds, it did feel better. I continued this process for a long time, even getting more brave and massaging the bruised areas with the icy water.

"Good, Bella.", I made myself hear Edward's voice give me approval.

I felt myself smile a little, glad I was being smart and taking care of myself.

Then I took a couple of sips from the hose, my stomach growling slightly.

I washed my face off with some water and then noticed my body, smelling of sweat, needed a little wash also. I did what I could until I felt more clean.

That metal chair-table was always in my view as much as I tried to turn away from it. I remembered every minute of my time there and rocked myself a little, curled into a ball sitting up, trying to stare at my toenails, wishing the memories would just go away.

"I want to hear you beg now.", he had said, as he took the cock gag out of my mouth.

I was already in a decent amount of pain and was crying by this point, and my vagina felt as if it were on fire, three different whips had kissed it with their wrath.

"No….no…", I wept, my legs trying to pull again, "Please DON'T!"

"You've had a good warm up.", he turned his back to me, going to the dark wall for a new toy, "I think it's time for a nice little cane."

I let out a sob and quivered all over as he turned back to me with this long, thin stick in his hand.

He brought the tip to my mouth and ordered, "Lick it."

With a release of breath, I stuck my tongue out and gave a long lick up the stick, willing to do anything he said by now. And I certainly didn't want to piss him off more.

"More.", he said with an icy look. I lapped my tongue up and down as he turned it this way and that, so the whole stick was well coated.

"Suck.", he demanded, putting the tip of the stick into my mouth.

I sucked it hard, and it was smooth with no splinters.

"PIG.", he sneered, yanking it out of my lips.

And then, without another word, he placed it first on my inner thigh, and then lifted it up a few inches, then CRACK! Brought it down HARD. And I had thought the whips were bad!

I screamed out, feeling like my guts were coming out with it.

"Oh, that gets your attention, doesn't it?", he taunted as my feet curled and clenched, my head down, staring at the new red line raising from under my white skin.

I was crying, the pain only increasing after the blow. At least, with the whip, the pain would stop in a few seconds.

"OWWW OWWWW OWWW !", I heard myself squealing, my body jerking and begging for release.

"You deserve it.", he said, as if telling me to stop trying to get his sympathy, "Fat, disgusting slut…"

He struck again, in the same exact spot! I felt a screech roar out of me, and felt tears POUR out as my body tensed, my head flying back, wild and fast, my teeth grinding together.

"NOOO!", I growled, sounding full of hot rage with tears mixed in, "NO EDWARD STOP!"

"Are YOU telling ME what to do?", he grabbed my throat and applied a little pressure.

"No.", I breathed, crying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

He let go and allowed me to breathe, his face a painting of revulsion.

"You make me so sick.", he wiped off his hand on his jeans, as if my skin had slime all over it, "You will accept your punishment without an attitude! Don't you EVER…GROWL at ME! You brought this on yourself with your PIG behavior!"

He struck again…in exactly the same spot as the previous two lashes.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!", I wailed out, my fists clenched, my fingernails cutting into my palms behind me. To an outsider, I'd have sounded like someone being burned by fire.

The pain was raw, intense, and unreal.

"Tell me what a slut you are.", he prompted, moving the wand over my clit, "Tell me."

I would say anything to avoid getting hit again, even if it bought me a few seconds in between blows.

"I'm a slut.", I said in a whimper, looking down at the spot he had been caning. I saw three long purple lines now…one on top of the other…and they were shiny with a little blood.

"WHAT ?"

"I'M A SLUT!", I shouted, terrified, "I'm a filthy, dirty slut! I'm SORRY, Edward, PLEASE! It HURTS SO BAD !"

"I don't want to hear about YOUR pain, what about MINE?", he shoved my chin up with the cane, the point poking my skin a little.

"YOUR pain will heal and go away!", he yelled, "MY PAIN will be forever and just get more and more crippling! Do you even give a FUCK about ME ?"

"YES!", I cried, "I DO ! I LOVE YOU! I swear TO GOD! PLEASE!"

"Please what?", he sneered with a scowl.

"Please don't hurt me anymore, please, please!", I groveled, having no dignity left.

He huffed. "My sentiments exactly.", he answered with a cruel voice.

"You don't hear me.", he said, placing the cane on the three lines he had already made, "So I won't hear you."

And he brought the cane down again, harder than the three previous times.

I howled out again and again, my pleas having no effect on him at all, except to make him angrier. For a long time, he said nothing at all to me, he just kept striking that stick over and over again, many times in the same spot, producing a little blood along with the welts.

Once or twice he lapped the flesh as it bled, as if he couldn't resist, even though he wanted to, denying me any pleasure or relief. He would MMMM afterwards…and start again in a new location.

When I finally started to scream "I'm SORRY, I'm SORRY, EDWARD, PLEASE! NO MORE ! I can't take it! REALLY !"

"But you've known the pleasure of making love.", he almost sang with a charming voice, mocking me.

"No…", I begged.

"All I can give you is a decent omelet, wasn't that what you said?", he gave a single strike across my breasts, his lips frowning tightly. That lash was so hard, it felt like he'd sliced them right through. But it didn't bleed.

I cried out, surprised, and sobbed like a baby, my head hanging down limply.

He yanked me up by the hair and kissed my lips roughly, giving them a firm bite as I yelled out in pain.

"What if I were to fuck you right now?", he said in my ear, "That would hurt even more, wouldn't it?"

My eyes widened and I immediately pleaded for mercy. My vagina was so sore and filled with agony, I think I would die if he penetrated me now.

"No, please, not now…", I panted, trying to keep the sobs quiet.

"You're going to deny me?", he asked, "When every other dick in town has been here?"

And he inserted his fingers.

"NOOOOO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!", I was a wild animal now, howling, out of my mind with the pain.

"Feels good to me.", he teased, pumping his fingers deep in and out, hard.

"GOD!", I howled, "GGGGODDDDDDDDDD!"

"Guess again.", he yanked his fingers out, sucked the blood off, and started to unbuckle his jeans.

"NO PLEASE EDWARD, DON'T!", I watched him, helpless.

"It'll KILL ME!", I said honestly, heaving out my sobs and breaths at once, "It hurts SO BAD!"

He had his jeans down now, revealing his long, thick white cock. It was erect and ready.

"Yes, I know.", he stepped closer to me, "Sucks, doesn't it?"

And he thrust inside me…and it was like I was being fucked by a sword.

I snapped out of my memory…not wanting to be there anymore. That was all before he had broken me and made me say all the things he wanted to hear. It seemed like it all would never end. And just when I thought it would…he would start all over again. And I did faint a couple of times…but he hosed me off with the cold water to wake me up so we could continue.

He was very skilled at these punishments. And I knew that wouldn't be the last time, either.

My eyes were staring at something…and now that I came back to the present, I could concentrate on it.

A round jumble of white rope laid on the floor behind the metal chair table. That's what had bound my arms behind me. Before I was even thinking, I felt myself crawling over to it, as if it were my sunlight…my doorway out of here…a key to the door between me and Jake.

He just left this here…and me being loose and free to get it. Is this a trick? A test?

I stroked the long rope as if it were a little child in my arms. I held it to my chest and rocked it with me. Am I losing my mind now, too? That would be nice, to be crazy…and blissfully free of rational thought…free of all the guilt…and the pain.

Do I deserve to be free ? Edward isn't free. And Charlie, Renee, Phil, Jake, the Cullens…none of them are free, either. Not if their killer is alive and well and still hurting others.

I was already thinking of how to tie the knot so the rope would tighten as it raised up over my head. I would tie it to the chain pulley thing Edward used to lift me up that day. I would kneel up on the metal table…and then just slide off the edge. I would be inches off the floor…but it would work.

What if Edward is right outside the door? My wicked mind played devil's advocate and I hated it.

What if he planned this to see if I'd try it again? Every time I tried to kill myself I would get holy hell and then someone else would also pay dearly. Last time it was that little boy.

Only Good Edward had fought back then, too, and kept him safe and happy. I realized that the reason I never got the branding was because MY Edward had risen up and defeated the bad one then, too.

That had to be him that roared out and threw the piece of hot steel into the wall. He had been with me…for a flash of a second…but he was there…and he saved me…but it probably took all his love, all his heart, all his strength to do it…and then he was immediately drained afterwards, weak and ripe to be captured again by his dark nemesis.

Good Edward was locked up tight now, I knew that. What if Bad Edward killed a child this time? I can't live with another death. And what about my Edward? If I succeeded and died, what would happen to him? He would be destroyed. Forever alone and chained to Bad Edward. That is worse than death. I can't do that to him, no matter how bad I want to go.

Edward, MY Edward…said that I was connected to the bad one now that he had tasted my blood. I remembered his warnings. He would know if I was afraid…or hurt…even if he was far away. He could call me to come to him, anytime, even if I didn't want to come. He couldn't get into my head…but he was in my blood…and I was in his. He would know…and he would come and stop me. And I didn't want to think what the penalties would be, to myself, and innocent others.

No.

I placed the rope down, hushing it to go to sleep.

I won't leave you, Edward. If there is to be any escape, we will make it together…or not at all.

"You hold me without touch…you keep me without chains…", I sang to myself…and him…I didn't sing the rest of the song…I was scared to. But I played it in my head.

I mixed it all up and didn't do it justice in my mind but the important lines were there….

Something always brings me back to you…

I still feel you here…til the moment I'm gone…

Never wanted anything so much

Than to drown in your love…and not feel your rain…

Set me free…leave me be…

I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity…

Here I am and I stand so tall…

Just the way I'm supposed to be

But you're onto me…and all over me…all over me.

You loved me cause I'm fragile…but I thought that I was strong.

But you touch me for a little while…and all my fragile strength is gone…

Set me free….leave me be….

You're onto me…and all over me…

You're neither friend nor foe, but I can't seem to let you go….

(song is not mine, it's Gravity by Sara Bareilles – check it out sometime, it's great)

FUCK my life ! I cried suddenly, cutting off the song and the words inside me…I pounded my fists on the innocent ropes, yanking at them as if I could cause them pain for a change. I hurled it into the far corner, out of my sight in the blackness. And I cried. I cried so hard…for so long.

/

Maybe I was losing my marbles. Maybe I had a plan. Maybe I was really broken. But two days later, when Edward sliced his key into the padlock outside, I was tied up and waiting quietly for him.

White light screamed into the room as the door opened and I squinted slightly, my wrists bound together in front of me, resting on my leather chastity belt. I moved my ankles a little, testing that they were still bound together pretty tightly also. They were secure.

I heard him pause as he came in. The door closed behind him with a loud thud.

"What is this?", he asked, sounding confused.

"I tied myself up, Master.", I answered timidly, not moving a muscle.

He paused again.

"Why?"

"It didn't feel right to be free.", I said honestly, "I was so bad and I hurt you…and I'm sorry. So sorry that I want to die. But you don't want that. So…I'm never gonna try that again. I'll stay with you…only you…for as long as you want to put up with me. If that's ten minutes…or ten centuries…that's fine with me…Master."

I didn't look at him, I had closed my eyes as I spoke. But I heard a gust of breath escape his lips, as if he couldn't believe it. But he wanted to believe it.

"Are you lying, Bella?", his voice sounded so fragile.

"No Master.", I said right away, with no hesitation, "I can only prove it in time…with my actions. But I hope you'll let me show you. I'll never lie to you again. I love you. And that's the truth."

He didn't speak for a long time. I just laid there, on my back, waiting.

"I want to believe you…but…", he almost stuttered.

"I don't blame you, Master.", I said with understanding, "I wouldn't believe me, either. But I'll work hard to make you see…you can trust me again. I don't expect your trust again so fast. I'll have to earn that back. And I'll do anything to heal all the hurt I've caused you. Anything."

He waited again, probably having an internal debate about this unforeseen turn of events.

Finally, he opened the door and, making his voice dominant again, he said, "Crawl back to the house. I'll feed you now."

I knew he wouldn't crumble and cover me with kisses after my little speech, but this was him saying for now, he would still be hard…and protect his heart…but he was giving me the chance to prove my words to him. And I would.

I easily rolled onto my stomach and used my bound hands and knees to slowly maneuver myself so I could half crawl and hop, dragging my knees behind me as my wrists stepped out one step at a time. He slowly walked behind me, silently, as I trudged through the wet grass and dirt, a couple of rocks along the way. I paid no attention to the fact that I was near naked wearing a leather and metal chastity belt outside in the plain light of day. The sky was gray and overcast, as usual here in Forks. There was a nice breeze and I felt my lips smile as I realized how well I was moving towards the mansion in the distance.

I had not heard any objection from my Master so that made me happy.

A low rumble of thunder sounded above but I nearly jumped, thinking it was my Master's growl. I was relieved when it was just nature, showing its disgust at my behavior.

Finally, we approached the back of the house and I got to the glass door first, the kitchen waiting just inside. I waited there, on hands and knees while Master gently opened the door, allowing me in before himself.

I climbed in, moving a few feet inside as he closed the door behind him. He moved to the table and opened a Styrofoam container. There was an empty plate on the table already and he moved the food from the container to the plate. I could smell it and saw steam rising up out of the red saucy meal.

Like a dog, I felt myself drooling a bit. It had been awhile since I got solid food.

I was still on all fours, not daring to sit down on the floor until I was invited to do so.

Edward took a fork out of the drawer and pulled a chair out, sitting down.

He still had a strange look on his face. He looked a little sad but something more.

"Come here, girl.", he said with no emotion, swirling the food around on the plate as I approached the table.

I didn't show any signs of fear. I crawled right over to his feet and laid my head on his leg, giving it a nice long rub, like a cat.

His breath came out again, as if shocked by me…and again, a hint of sadness.

He almost touched me but he took his hand away, taking the fork in hand again.

"Sit.", he said a little sharply. And I sat on my knees, my legs underneath me, my hands tied and in my lap.

He poked something with the fork and shook his head, to himself, then brought the hot food to my lips. I opened and ate before looking at what it was.

Then my heart melted.

Mushroom ravioli. He remembered.

I felt tears in my eyes as I chewed. It was the best ravioli I'd ever had in my life.

"Good?", he looked at me from the corner of his eye, a small hint of a smile there.

I nodded with a smile, licking my lips, getting a little sauce there.

He smiled more as his eyes moved closer to me.

He got another ravioli and held the fork up above my face.

"Sit up…", he said with a pleasant tone, "Come get it."

I rose up on my knees and stretched, getting the ravioli and chewing, half closing my eyes at how fucking good it was.

He smirked at me…then made his face turn to stone again, as if mad at himself for letting his guard down.

He kept feeding me…bite after bite. A couple of times he made me work for it, stretching and arching backwards now and then to catch the noodle. I seemed to be amusing him, he smiled a couple times as I tried to get my bite from him.

Then, at one point, a glob of sauce landed on my chin and he smiled, saying, "I'll get that."

Then he leaned down and kissed the sauce, opening his mouth and licking as he sucked and ended it.

He would not trust me yet. He would be mad at me for a long time. But this was the start of him giving me a chance…a new chance.

I filled my head with good thoughts, shoving all the bad ones deep down inside. I would need them later. But for now, this was my life…my plan. I didn't even dare think it all through, in fear he would hear it somehow. But step one was: earn his trust back. This would take a long time, I knew that. But like Edward had said, we have forever.

After the last bite was gone, he placed the plate on the floor in front of me. I knew what he wanted and I didn't wait.

I leaned way down and licked all the sauce off the plate, my hair hanging like a black veil all around me, hiding me.

I heard Edward over me, giving a little sigh, content to watch me doing this.

"Mmmm", I sounded appreciatively, lapping up every little drop as my naked ass stuck up in the air behind me.

I felt his hand, stroking up and down my right ass cheek. Affection.

I was glad my vagina was covered by the belt so he couldn't grab or fondle it, and I had gotten used to the plastic thing inside me.

Then I felt the soft, subtle vibration coming from it.

I gave a little moan and kept cleaning my dish. This buzzing was nice, but it wouldn't make me come. It was gentle…and I liked it.

"Finish up.", he reached down and took the plate, checking to see if I had done a good job washing it.

I had gotten it all and he gave a little grin.

Usually, he would say 'Good girl'. But I was still not completely back in his good graces yet. He would keep being a little hard on me, not giving out easy praise.

"Follow.", he said, leaving the kitchen.

I quickly moved after him, he slowly and gracefully moved to the living room, sitting on the white cozy looking sofa.

I caught up and knelt next to the couch, facing him, my hands down.

"Stay.", he said, looking me right in the eye, watching for any resistance. He found none.

He picked up a red book from the cushion beside him and opened it, recalling exactly what page he'd last read with his perfect memory.

He didn't regard me again. He just read silently, letting me kneel there, staring at his angelic features while he ignored me. I couldn't see what the title of the book was from my angle. I'm sure it was no Harlequin romance, those were paperback. Probably some medical journal or something. He loves those. I wondered what he didn't already know that he could be reading now.

For over an hour I knelt there, keeping a straight posture, no matter how sore or tired I felt. He didn't look at me but I knew he was watching. And the little vibration inside me kept going all the while…making me happy…I could feel a little wetness between my legs.

I kept my eyes on his face, watching his eyelashes, noticing the way he never blinked as he read. Liking the fast way his warm golden eyes moved across the words from left to right, I couldn't hide my smile as I admired him. His mouth is so flawless. How full his lips are…GOD!

"So you tied yourself up, did you?", he asked warmly, not taking his eyes off the page.

"Yes Master.", I peeked down at the rope. It was not a skilled knot. I tied the knot once, holding one end in my fingers and the other end in my teeth, then intertwined another knot, pulling it as tight as I could. And that was all I could manage. It wasn't tight but…it was tied.

"That must have been slightly difficult for you.", he observed, still reading.

I assumed he meant the act of tying it myself.

I grinned as I looked at his quiet face again.

"It wasn't easy.", I admitted, adding, "Master."

He smirked, not looking at me. But that was enough to make me happy.

"Perhaps in time, I'll teach you better knots.", he said after a long pause.

I smiled more. "I would like that Master. Thank you."

Then he read for two more hours as I knelt there, staring at him. I must have memorized every little hair on his head. It went in a hundred different directions…I lost count of them all around 64.

It took a long time, but after another half hour, the buzzing had brought me to the brink.

I tried to hold still but my breathing must have given me away.

"What is it, slave?", he asked, looking deep in thought, his eyes still on the book as he turned a page.

"I…", I hesitated, not wanting to ask if I could come. I didn't deserve it.

He waited, still reading.

"I think my pussy wants to come, Master.", I put it this way so I wouldn't anger him, "But I won't if you say no. I know I was bad."

"Fine.", he said with no reaction, "Don't come."

GOD ! Now I want to come even MORE!

I clenched and tried to be silent. My eyes were seeing stars as the little buzzer jerked inside me and I was so hot and wet! It felt SO FUCKING AMAZING!

Think of something else ! Think of something else ! Dead kittens…old ladies naked…me naked being kissed by a naked old lady !

Ohhh, that works. I imagine an old lady with no teeth shoving her tongue down my throat.

UGH! That really works.

I let out a heavy breath as the urge to come slowly passed. I felt so relieved.

After that I really had to concentrate to keep myself from getting that close again. I squeezed my muscles closed tight and released them over and over again, trying to shut out the sensations.

Another hour passed and then the buzzing stopped. I wanted to cry in relief and lay my head in his lap but I didn't. I stayed straight and in my position.

I blinked the little tears back and felt proud I had accomplished my mission.

"Go turn on the television set.", he kept reading, as if he didn't even notice me, "Channel 210."

I crawled over to it and did as I was told, not daring to use the remote.

An operating room was there, a body on a table. A masked surgeon was speaking, a scalpel in his hand.

"Come back.", he ordered next, still hidden behind the book.

I crawled back and knelt like I did before, making sure I wasn't blocking the TV. I was more on his right side now than in front of him.

Night fell as Edward put his book aside and watched the operation. I kept my eyes on him, trying not to look in the TV's direction. No lights were on, besides the light shining from the TV and that was enough to keep me feeling safe. I liked the way Edward's face looked blue in the glow from the television and I smiled to myself, forgetting the ache in my legs and back or the strain in my knees.

My neck was also killing me but at least my crotch was starting to quiet now. The pain there was dull now…not razor sharp like before.

"Come here and get on all fours.", he pointed, in front of him, not taking his eyes off the screen.

I did and he raised his legs, crossing his ankles and laying them on my back, like a footrest.

I didn't understand all the medical terms the voice on TV used as he explained his procedure, but his voice was deep and soothing…almost making my eyes close in sleep. But I snapped right back up, making myself hard, not being lulled by the monotone doctor in the box.

It seemed to go on forever and ever. I almost whimpered and cried at one point.

Stay strong, I told myself. You must be tougher than this. Think of Jake. Think of YOUR Edward, I shouted at myself like a drill sergeant. That worked too.

Finally, I heard the doctor say, "This concludes procedure 576. Thank you and good night."

THANK GOD ! I heard my brain shout and then the wicked side of my mind went, 'He can always watch whatever's on next, you idiot! How do you know there's not a marathon of these shows on tonight?'

Oh Jesus!

"Turn off the television set.", he said, just as void as he did before, removing his legs from my back.

I crawled over, glad to at least use my muscles again, and switched it off, wincing, knowing it would put us in the dark now.

"Follow.", he said in the blackness, and he moved. I followed where his voice came from and heard his footsteps on the stairs. I quickly followed, having to pull my knees up, one step at a time, to climb the stairs.

For a flash, I felt like I might fall backwards on the black stairs, unable to see a thing. I climbed by feeling, like a blind person. And for a moment, I was in the grave hole again, this time tied up like I was now…and it was raining and dark.

"Ugghhh…", I released a little cry, making my tears go away as I got higher and higher on the staircase. I felt around thoroughly on every step above me before trying to hop my knees upon them.

Then, finally, I felt around and didn't feel anything but open space. I almost screeched out loud but I held it in. This must be the top step…I felt around more…yes…this is the hallway.

I wanted to call for Edward several times but I didn't. I would have to learn to trust myself, dip into my own well of strength to get through all I'd have to go through in the next months…maybe years. I would have to take care of myself.

"In here, girl.", his voice stabbed out from the dark all of a sudden and I nearly jumped.

He wasn't in the bedroom, he was in the bathroom!

I crawled in, feeling the cold porcelain under my tired kneecaps. It felt good for a second…if not for the hardness.

I heard him turn the faucet and a burst of water came pouring out, hitting porcelain. It was tub water, not a showering sound.

Still in the complete dark, Edward moved to the sink area. I heard the medicine cabinet open and he was taking some things out.

"Come here.", he said, his voice still blank. I moved closer to where his voice was, still on my knees.

He moved his hands over my arms and shoulders, as if examining them.

"Calm down, girl.", he had a little sympathy in his voice now, and I guess he could feel me shivering, "I'm with you. Nothing to be afraid of."

So he knows I'm afraid of the dark and still he makes me crawl around in it. He's testing me again. He wants to see if I'll obey…or cry and beg him to turn the lights on.

"Yes Master.", I said in a shy little voice.

Without a warning or another word, he was unlocking the little lock above my crotch. I felt the leather straps loosen a little bit and then his cold fingers were on my skin, unbuckling the strap around my waist. I was almost afraid for this to come off now…I imagined my vagina falling out and splatting onto the floor as the belt came undone. What would I say then?

He gave a small sigh as he unlooped the straps.

"Open.", he tapped my sore inner thigh and I spread my knees apart, as much as I could while my ankles were tied.

"Brace yourself.", he warned me and I did, clenching my fists and eyes at once.

With one slow but precise movement, he removed the thick hard piece that had buried itself in me for the last three days.

I tried to hold in the sound of pain as it came out.

He placed the belt into the empty sink and then I felt a hand stroking my hair, the other cool hand under my chin, raising my face up. I knew he could see me in the dark with his special eyes. I tried not to cry or whimper.

"It's alright.", he said gently, "Let it out."

And it came out. I breathed out hard and ragged…and allowed myself just a minute to cry, almost silently, while he comforted me.

But I didn't let myself bawl or sob…and I didn't cry for long. I put a halt to it right away.

"I'm fine Master.", I said, swallowing, taking one more deep breath.

"Stand.", he said, all business again.

I had to close my knees and hop a second to get on my feet, then stand.

"Come.", he took my hands and pulled me forward, towards the filling tub.

I had to make three or four little hops to follow where he was leading me.

Without untying me, he picked me up into his arms and gently began to place me into the water below. I gave a high pitched yelp as my vagina hit the hot water.

"Easy.", he soothed, sitting me into the tub as I fought with myself to remain brave in the nightmarish darkness. And now water was involved.

"Lay back.", he held his arms under my back as I reclined, closing my eyes as I waited for the back of the tub to catch me. It did, and the back of my head rested on the edge. My arms, still bound in front, were under the water as were my legs. My breasts were sticking up above the water but slowly it was rising.

I let out another breath, feeling my chin trembling. I refused to cry or beg.

The hot water did feel good now that my body was getting used to the temperature…my crotch almost sighed out in sweet relief. The only thing that bothered me now was how high the water was rising. I could feel it under my chin now…almost touching my bottom lip.

I heard the squeak of the faucet shutting down and the water came to a stop.

For a moment I recalled the kitchen sink of my house and when he almost drowned me.

"Just soak for awhile.", he ordered and I think he sat on the rug near the tub, his voice was lower around that side.

I stayed still, afraid to even try my wrists to see how tight the rope really was now. He would see the slightest movement, the tiniest reaction.

Closing my eyes, I tried to imagine that I was here alone, relaxing.

After a little while, I heard his voice again.

"Slide down and let your head go under the water.", he demanded, his voice firm.

I felt myself hesitate, not clear at what he wanted exactly.

"Is there a problem?" he asked without a hint of anger.

"No Master.", I felt my voice tremble. This is another test. To see if I'll obey.

I took a breath and closed my eyes, sliding and submerging my head under the hot water.

I stayed there a second, my fists tight and wet, my legs bent, knees up and out of the water.

I was laying on my back, my hair flowing like wet silk around my face while I waited, listening for his voice outside the watery ceiling above me.

"Head out.", he ordered a little loudly, making sure I could hear him.

I straightened my legs and pushed myself up, my head up and out of the water. I didn't choke or cough…just breathed a little heavier while I caught my breath. My hair was slicked back as I raised my chin up a little.

"Back down again.", he said after a few seconds.

I did what he said, staying under until he allowed me back up. A couple of times it was nearly impossible, and I was dieing for air…then he would call me and I would raise up, choking and panting.

This went on for awhile and then finally he decided it was time to wash me. I received no approval or praise during my water play. But I wasn't yelled at or punished, either.

He soaped my body with his bare hands, making no sexual moves. I hated to admit it but I felt humiliated, being washed like I was a baby or an invalid. He even did my underarms and my ass, never saying a word. He shampooed my hair, making me sit up while he worked. I had to say he is one great shampooer. His fingers were so strong and moved so magically against my scalp as he lathered.

I even moaned a couple of times during that part. He didn't say anything either way.

Afterwards, after the water was all drained out, he lifted me up and stood me on the rug. A nice big warm towel fluffed and dried me all over, his hands went carefully around my crotch area but were very stern and steady as he toweled my hair.

"Stay.", he said.

I almost panicked but he didn't leave the room. He began to move my brush through my damp hair, making long, straight strokes backwards, making it neat and sleek. He never tugged too hard or caught in a knot. Then he went to the sink and moved back to me, getting lower, as if on one knee.

I hope he's not proposing to me now…here.

"Open.", he gave my thigh a tap and I moved my knees apart, my ankles still strapped together. He moved his fingers along my inner thighs, a warm goopy substance gliding over my skin as he did so. He went on to coat my entire vagina, even the clit. Not one inch of me was overlooked. It didn't sting, it felt balmy…warm…soothing.

He took his fingers away and I heard him washing in the sink nearby.

"Thank you Master.", I said, glad I wouldn't have any problems with infection.

"You behaved tonight.", he said in a low, quiet voice, "You earned it."

I heard myself sniffle as I waited for him to further instruct me.

"Follow.", he said and walked out of the black room.

I hopped after him. After five hops, he was there, holding the rope around my wrists.

Then he led me as I hopped. I guessed he realized I was a klutz and may have fallen flat on my face without his support. It was a kind gesture, one he didn't have to make.

"Stop.", he said after what seemed like a million hops.

"Turn.", he guided me as I went where he wanted me, still blind as a bat.

I felt a mattress behind my legs and he said, "Lay back."

I did, feeling a bed. He turned me so I was laying in it correctly. Then he raised my arms up slowly over my head, looping the rope around my wrists into a part of the iron headboard. Then I heard a creak of iron and I pictured his fist clutching at the piece that held my ropes, sealing it closed so I could not free myself without his help.

My tied feet were allowed to lay there, unsecured for now.

I felt his weight sink down in the bed next to me.

I made no sound. I just waited.

It took forever…then…a thin, cold finger was on my forehead…and excruciatingly slowly….it moved down…down the plane of my nose, making a little dot on the tip of it. Then he moved down further….down the trail to rest upon my lips.

I kissed the cold skin there and heard his breathing above me suddenly, a little bit louder than before.

His finger kept moving straight down…over the curves of my chin…down my neck…in the hollow at the base of my throat…then past the hard bone plate until it neared the valley between my bare breasts.

I arched my back up off the bed so high, my upper half was reclined backwards a bit. His fingers were so gentle now…and all five of them moved up over the side of my left breast, barely brushing my skin with his fingertips. I almost thought it was MY Edward…but I'm glad I didn't say it aloud. Because it wasn't.

He touched me so lightly, so little that it was doing things to my stomach…it felt like it was melting. I made a little sound of disappointment when his hand moved away from me. I wanted to encourage him to touch me this way…I wanted to beg him not to stop. But I made myself shut up. It seems like everything with this Edward is a test of sorts.

His fingers were touching my face, moving it towards him, moving over my lips as they opened without sound, letting him explore. His finger slowly moved over my bottom teeth, going back and forth along the edge, feeling the little ridges. I licked once…getting his finger. Without a word, he withdrew…taking his hand away.

Another pause. No touching. I waited wordlessly, being patient and good. Letting Master decide.

I felt his fingers along the side of my cheek, leaving an icy little trail along my jaw line, playing along the underside of my chin. Then I felt him in the thickness of my hair, stroking at the wettish long strands. This seemed to fascinate him, as he took a long time there.

Then his fingers were gone again…for a long time. I couldn't fall asleep until he touched me again. I waited.

A single finger was on my armpit and moved a long, wonderful line down the side of my breast, then down my side, brushing the ribs while I tried to hold in a laugh. I was ticklish here.

That trail led him all the way down my leg. I so wanted that caress on my breasts…on my ass…NOT my crotch, though, that had some serious healing to do.

But the touching never went too far. He never said a word but he kept touching me…stroking me…exploring places he never seemed to notice before. He even toyed with my toes! He seemed to be sitting at the foot of the bed then, facing me, and he brought my feet up until they were flat on the mattress. Then he touched each single toe…feeling their shape, both on top and underneath…I nearly giggled a couple of times because it tickled.

He never came close to my out of commission vagina that night and he only moved his fingers over my breasts briefly, softly circling each nipple as I let a deep moan out of my mouth.

It was really turning me on, being tied this way, having him just tease and stroke me so sweetly, never speaking to me, as if I were his object, an inanimate thing he was using, like his piano.

He touched my fingers…and I opened them loosely as he felt the spaces in between each of them…then they spiraled and moved up to the tip of each digit.

I drifted off to sleep, bound there as my Master kept examining his real life doll. I could still feel his fingers making cold little designs over my flesh as I sank into the abyss of slumber.

I had no idea what awaited me tomorrow but I couldn't think of it right now. For a little while tonight, I felt special…unique…precious. I didn't know if it was real or a lie, but I was too tired and too weak to care. I just enjoyed it. Who knows how many nights I would get to ENJOY ?

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End of Chapter 16

**Does Bella have a plan? Will it work? Will she convince Edward that she is being true now? Will she screw up and get in trouble again?

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