I, Isabella Swan, am not dead. I am not broken, emotionally, but physically, there's not much worse out there. They warned me of how cruel this place was, and yet here I am taking up the challenge.
I opened my eyes. Back in the harem of course. All of the other girls smirked and sneered at me when I stood up, falling face first almost instantaneously. And that was to be expected, of course, after what I'd been through last night. But I pushed myself up and stepped in front of the body length mirror.
It was cracked, smudged with dirt and lip gloss. But a blind man couldn't have missed these injuries.
Both eyes slightly hung down, only creaking open. Dark shadows of all colors, red, yellow, blue, purple, and black, hung around my body. Cuts and soon-to-be-scars were plaster all around my skull.
My legs were most likely broken, but I'd never admit to that.
And my arms are indescribable, as if he had mangled them in my death-like sleep.
None of them sleep, they are monsters. Don't expect sympathy, because it won't come. It is most likely you will be called to meetings, but in the closest to business form as possible.
Words kept flooding into my mind and that stupid smile came back in again. It probably would have been best to stick with the poker face. But then again, I don't have one.
That was my biggest flaw. My eyes showed everything. Hurt, pain, a scheme being planned, joyfulness erupting.
"Isabella Swan, Carlisle Cullen would like to see you now." That last word ushered out by the guard was said in a menacing tone, but I just gave him a melting smile and agreed at once.
"Wouldn't be surprised if the little bitch is there meal."
"Stupid new girl, should've let him have his way instead of being such a little dumbshit."
I smirked at them all as I stumbled my way out, only staying completely upheld by the guard's tight grip on my shoulder.
"Hello Isabella. Thank you for coming." So this is Carlisle Cullen. The man I spoke and met with, but had never seen. He hadn't the slightest idea how many times he'd begged for my help.
"Hello Carlisle, glad you know my name, I might need someone to remind me later, who knows what damage's been done to my brain," I snickered.
"No need to be so defensive Isabella, from my understanding you were quite the little rebel last night. Is that not true?"
Now it's my turn to speak. "It is completely true. And I took the beating as I predicted would come. So why have you called me forth Carlisle?"
"I would like to have a small evaluation and prepare you for the next encounter. And Jasper had me swear to let him meet with you again.
Not one wince, flinch, or gasp escaped me during my beating, but these little words caused all three to occur.
"And why would Jasper need to see me at my current presence?" I was gripping my sides with all my might, control hanging loosely.
"He knows you too well and predicted you to be in your current state. I will see you at precisely 3 am, thank you for your time."
Frozen in time, a scream faded in the background, and I stepped out, pushing to avoid the future confrontation between Jasper and I.
