A/N First of all I'd like to clear some things up. This story is about Edward Cullen and Bella Swan. Jasper has a whole different part. Edward is the guy I have been writing about. Edward owns a harem of woman who are to sexually please him. Carlisle has never met Bella before but he knows her already. I will soon reveal how he and Jasper both know Bella, but this story is meant to provoke questions. Thank you.

At the hands of Edward Cullen, I just might die. This was his house, no exceptions, no excuses. And I am the challenger, the antagonist if you will. Another pawn in the little game he calls 'life'.

Well, I knew how to play this game, in fact, a little too well.

Reality was catching up with me. I'd faced bad, harsh, cruel. But never evil. No, I refuse to believe any of them evil. Because evil is the last dying breath you take.

Evil is the words that kill a dream. Evil is everything unimaginable and undefined. Evil is the most dangerous predator lying out there, stalking its prey.

One step, two step, three step, four. Forget that, the girls lied. Counting never helps. Doesn't distract the mind from the pain increasing on the body. In fact, maybe it only makes things harder when we avoid the inevitable.

"Well, well, well, lookie who didn't get killed. Bravo!" Yep, that's Jessica for you. And I plead you forgiveness, she was the biggest whore, slut, bitch, any other name in the book you could think of, in this house.

She wanted Edward, lusted with misty eyes, fogged over with Want. And almost every night the girls say that you can hear her screams of ecstacy from down the hall, no matter how much she tried to deny it.

But back to the present. "I guess I could say the same for you Jess, I mean, when Edward took me last night, that scowl looked like it was gonna make your pretty little face crack right open."

This was to say the least stupid. It could be fun, but competing over a monster, well, I'm not an idiot.

She just gave me the finger and turned back to the other Edward-lovers. Delightful.

Shivers ran their way down my spine as I could just see the look on Jasper's face. Again if I wasn't so fearful of the future meeting, I'd laugh at the irony. I wasn't scared to be beaten to death by Edward but was nearly hyperventilating at the thought of a friendly meeting with Jasper. Real funny.

As of right now, I had four hours before the dreadful meeting. What to do, what to do…

"Hello Isabella, and how might you be feeling today?"

Adrenaline pumped through me as I turned to see the face I knew to be there. Edward Cullen.

All the other girls stared wide-eyed as he reached around me and snaked his arms through mine.

"I think I'll just be taking you for a while, don't you like that plan? Seems no one else would rather mind."

My bones are brittle, I ache all over, and my body begs me to choose right. But you know I must choose the risk over the right.

And what would that be?

"It seems your rather conflicted whether to take me or not as well." And with that statement I flashed a grin, so quickly that any human would have thought it was a mere twitch, but to him, it was a signal to fight.

"And it seems you haven't quite grasped the lesson you need to learn."

De javu poured over me as I was dragged, once again, down the hall into his room.

But this time, even as I struggled not to, I fell. He did not stop, but slowed ever so slightly giving me just enough time to get myself picked up.

"I swear if I don't end up beating the life out of you, your clumsiness will," he muttered. All I could do was try and stifle a chuckle as a cough.

The door snapped closed and the lock turned. Great, I had an interview with the vampire.

"Now I'd leave you looking this terrible because it's what you deserve, but the house mother says the way you look is making her girls sick. Now we can't have that can we? They need to be healthy as a horse for when I take them away for myself," he said with a sickening smirk.

"Don't waste my time, strip. That is, try, I doubt those feeble arms can lift themselves up."

But I managed, not letting a single wince escape as I shed my clothing.

"Why, hello my little pet. I feel myself in need, special needs for tending to. Care to help me pet?"

He kept enunciating pet, that vile word. But to complete this journey, I'd need composure. Slowly, but inconspicuously, I let my eyes cloud over, showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Well, tend to me!" His voice boomed through the room, but all I could do was raise an eyebrow.

"I am disappointed pet, I expected more of a quip, or maybe a classic comeback. Well, stand there, I will return shortly."

He walked toward the bathroom, and soon I heard water running. Panic slowly spread through my body, my aching arms and legs shaking violently in the process.

Snap out of it! What happened to composure? What happened was he's either going to A: Rape me in the shower or B: Drown me. "You sure are creative, I've got to give you that," I chuckled. These conversations were starting to become a nuisance.

When I snapped out of this debate, a slightly puzzled and amused Edward was staring at me. Self-consciousness kicked in, and my cheeks grew red with roses, blooming brightly.

"Get used to being seen bare pet, your body, after all, is mine."

He turned and gestured for me to follow. This was the time to listen, so I stumbled forward into his bathroom.

"Run you idiot! He could kill you!" my instincts screamed at me. "Yes, but she could kill him as well." My dark side again. I don't think schizophrenia even covered this. Of course, I'm no schizophrenic, just as it would seem.

When the world around you spins without your permission, things change rapidly. And before you realize anything, you've done too much. You've said too much, and that's when we run away.

"Good pet, now just come here next to the bath tub."

Oh god. He would drown me. But I was no where near done.

His eyebrow was raised quizzically, a questioning look in his eyes. "No need to panic, I'm just going to clean you up, stop shaking like a little dog."

And I was, way to go and blow composure. But this was all a part of the act, wasn't it?

"Don't baths only let you sit in your own filth?" I hated the thought of sitting in my own grime and dried blood floating around me.

"Not my bath, it filters while you clean, just get in already before I force you to." He said it in a mocking tone, but his mood swings could never be trusted.

I stepped in and the warm water mended to my aching bones in the way only warmth can do. I bit down painfully on my bottom lip to hide a sigh.

He silently washed my hair with a pink shampoo, cleaned my body as well. And for a split second anyone who saw us would think he was tending to his lover. But we knew better, we all knew better.

He dried me off carefully, never touching a tender spot too roughly, and left me naked and bare in his bathroom. A minute later he came back with a dress.

"I would have sent you off in your old clothes but Alice insists that you wear something better. And this shall be your reward, I suppose, for complying with the bath."

Before I could reach for it he slipped on a cream white bra and the matching underwear. It seemed so unlike the harem, more virginal, as I was.

Then he slipped a turquoise spaghetti strap dress onto my fragile body. As he spun me to the mirror a tear threatened to spill over. So simple and yet so elegant, I'd never felt better. That is, if you didn't look at the ugly and bold bruises and cuts.

"Quite amazing actually, Isabella you look quite good in the innocent tone. I'll be sure to thank Alice later. I can't stand dealing with scars and bruises, Carlisle will give you a cream later to rid you of these."

His hands slithered down my shoulders to my hips, never failing to brush over a newly made scar or bruise.

"Now go, you've been here for awhile, I expect the house mother to send you to bed. And you are to do as told." He threw a stern look in as he pushed me along until we came to the harem.

"Good night, and behave." That was all he said before he walked off into the maze of dim-lit halls.

And what do you know? It's 3:13 am and a furious Carlisle is waiting inside the door.

A/N PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!! It makes me sooooooooo happy!!! I have to know what you guys are thinking!!!!