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"You are a slave, you are owned. You are a female. You will be forced to be a woman. She will be what he wishes, and that is a woman, fully and his. If necessary you will be whipped or starved. You may fight your master. He will, if he wishes, permit this, to prolong the sport of your conquest, but in the end, it is you who are the slave; it is you who will lose."

Page 12 Tribesman of Gor

BPOV

You see on the news stories of murders, thefts, suicides and kidnappings. And while watching the horrors play out in front of you like a lifetime movie you silently thank God that it's not you or someone you know going through it. A part of you even thinks that it would never happen to you because you are more careful than that to let your kids get taken from you, or to be around someone with a gun. But the fact of the matter is, shit happens. I'm proof of that. But in my case this wasn't just some random kidnapping, oh no, this was thought through, planned and then executed. Mission accomplished. Girl abducted.

And what's worse, I just recently found out that I was no longer even in the country. That's right, I was brought to Mexico and was now illegally a citizen. Against my will.

I didn't get the "privilege" of watching television to even see if people were out there looking for me. My father must be worried sick. I felt like I simply vanished off the face of the earth, never to be seen again or even missed. And in a way I guess I did. My dad had no power across the border, the most they would be able to do was look for me, but really, what good would that do them? We were in the middle of nowhere. It truly was a hopeless situation.

No Bella! I scolded myself, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. That's what the blond devil wanted, is for me to second guess myself and my family. He wanted me to feel hopeless and abandoned. But I knew the truth. My father was the Chief of Police and I knew that he would be doing everything within his power and then some to find me. He would never give up on me, just like I will never give up hope on him finding me one day. I just prayed that I would be alive and not six feet under the ground when I did.

I didn't know how much longer I could stand to be in this room alone with my thoughts. But that's probably what el Diablo wanted was for me to drive myself crazy in here. I couldn't tell you how long I'd been in here. It could be months, days, weeks...hell even minutes, though I highly doubt that. I've slept...albeit uncomfortably and I've long since soiled myself. A few times actually. I was starting to learn that I was going to have to pick my battles with my captor and not go off on a rampage whenever I felt like it. I don't think I could handle another day of isolation, which was where I was now.

Flashback

"I can't trust you to be alone yet so today you will be working in the kitchen with Charlotte, who is the head chef here," El Diablo said, who I just learned was actually named Jasper.

I preferred to call him El Diablo though. I remembered watching some cartoon and that's what they called one of the little devilish animals from it. El Diablo. The Devil. It was fitting, I thought.

"Joseph," He said pointing to a man that was standing at the back of the room in a black suit with his hands behind his back, "Is assigned to you and will make sure that you follow orders and do as you're told without argument. I should warn you he is heavily loaded and is under instruction to contain you by any means necessary."

The whole time Jasper was talking I could feel my anger just burning my insides, dying to be released on the man in front of me who was sitting at his desk going over paperwork, not even looking at me.

"They're going to find me," I said softly, in an eerie voice.

"I didn't give you permission to speak, slave." Jasper said sitting back in his chair, finally looking at me.

Permission? I didn't need his Goddamn permission for anything.

"You'll never get away with this," I threatened, "My dad will find me and then he will put a bullet in your head. Then you can go to hell where you belong."

As I learned Jasper was not one to show much emotion outwardly, whether he was mad or happy. I watched as his eyes darkened and his lips tightened and that was the only sign showing that my words had affected him.

"Place yourself. Over my lap." He demanded quietly, his voice clipped.

"Go fuck yourself." I replied immediately, not even thinking that my words were going to have some repercussions.

Before I could even blink or try to run away Jasper had me by the hair and shoved me roughly against the wall, his nose touching mine, his other hand gripping my thigh tightly.

"You have two choices," He hissed, "Apologize and bend over my lap for your punishment, or don't and spend the next week in isolation. What will it be?"

His words didn't even register in my brain after he threatened me with a punishment again, instead I saw red and did what was probably the most stupidest thing I could have done.

"Fuck you." I hissed, spitting what saliva was left in my mouth in his face.

The only problem was that I was not prepared for his reaction to my action and didn't see his hand coming until it had already connected with the side of my face. The sting set in immediately and tears swam in my eyes from the blinding pain. Without another word Jasper let go of me and let me fall to the floor. I didn't even realize he was holding me up.

"Take her into isolation," he said going back to his desk calmly as if nothing had happened, "I'll give you more instructions later on."

End Flashback

My stomach growling brought me out of my thoughts and reminded me that I was hungry. I was getting fed in here, if you could call it that. Joseph would bring me in a plate of cold soup and a hard piece of bread once a day and that would be it. He seemed more concerned with the water, bringing in full containers multiple times a day. I don't know how many times he brought me food, but he would uncuff me from the wall, then wait while I finished eating before cuffing me back so that I couldn't move. My arms were above my head but at least I was in a sitting position and my feet were free to move around. The first day after eating the nasty soup I tried to yell and scream for someone to hear me. I kicked my feet against the floor and I screamed until I lost my voice. All to no avail. No one heard me, or no one cared.

When I had to go to the bathroom I begged and pleaded to be let out long enough to go. I cried bitterly into my shoulder until I just couldn't hold it anymore and had to go on myself like some unbroken puppy. I was afraid that the smell of my own ammonia was getting to my head, because it felt like I was becoming borderline insane. I wanted to scream for Jasper to take me out of here and to save me from this place that I could honestly say I was now afraid of. How ironic was that? The man that sentenced me here in the first place was the only man I knew who had the power to save me from here. I wanted to tell him that I give up and that he had won. I didn't have the fight left in me any longer. I was weak, physically and emotionally and I just couldn't do it anymore. I was giving up. I wanted to die. With that last thought I laid my head back onto my shoulder and waited for the darkness to call upon me and welcome me with open arms. I was ready.

"Christ, I wouldn't even have to do this if you would just be good, Isabella."

Was it possible to float? It felt like my body was floating on a sea of clouds. Did I die? Was this heaven? I tried to open my eyes but couldn't. I tried to move my hand next but stopped when a shooting pain shot through my arm. Nope, this couldn't be heaven. There was no pain in heaven...was there? If so, I got screwed then.

"You have to fall before you can stand and while you'll fall I'll guide you back to your feet. You just have to listen and obey me."

I could hear Jasper's voice but it almost sounded like it was far away. I would have thought that if it weren't for his hands on me. The sound of water running almost drowned him out as well. He was using something soft on my back and shoulders and the smell of strawberries permeated the air around us. What was he doing? And who was he talking to? Why could I not make some sort of noise or movement to show that I was somewhat coherent?

"I'm not sorry for your isolation punishment," I heard him say while running warm water down my back, "It had to happen and you had to learn. You will obey me...eventually." He said, but this wasn't the usual calm and collected Jasper I had seen before. He sounded more...angry now, he was actually showing some kind of emotion. He wasn't sorry for putting me through that hell hole and making me piss on myself like a fucking animal? I moaned involuntarily at that and I felt him stiffen behind me. Behind me? Was he dressed? Was I dressed? I could feel warm water washing over me and I now knew he must have been giving me the bath that I probably desperately needed.

"It's like a quote I once heard 'no woman truly knows what she is until she has worn a collar'. And you my slave are now wearing a collar. It's time you learned your place." By now he was back to talking to himself and I knew that he didn't know I could hear him. If he knew I could then I probably would not be hearing this first hand. But at the same time a part of me felt like he wanted me to hear him anyway. It seemed like he was trying to 'mold' me into this woman that he wanted. He wanted me to be the perfect slave and by talking to me the way he was it was like his own way of seeing that happen. Like he was trying to push me into learning how to be that woman. Little did he know, I would never be that woman. I would never be a doormat.

"If you only knew the places I could take you in your submission." He whispered still washing me gently. "If you only knew how good it could be."

I wanted to snort and roll my eyes at Ghandi over here with his mysterious words that made no sense. Who in their right mind would embrace their slavery? Slavery wasn't even legal for crying out loud! At this point his voice was long gone and I was slipping back into my black abyss. It was a comfort for me, to go somewhere where I couldn't be touched, where there was no 'training' and no crazy men after me. It was a nice break from the hell that was now my life.

I don't know how long I slept for and when I opened my eyes next I immediately noticed that I was back in the bedroom. Blinking against the light that was flooding the room, I tentatively moved my arms and found that they were not bound like usual. My legs were free also. My palms began to tingle and my heart started to race. Did he leave me alone for once? Was this my chance to escape? I sat up quickly and immediately regretted that action as my head spun and I gripped the sheets in my hands willing myself not to fall off the bed. As soon as the room stopped spinning I looked up, my eyes immediately seeking out the door.

In that instant what little hope I had left crumbled and I felt the tears spring to my eyes. Of course he wouldn't leave me unsupervised.

"Good morning, Miss Swan." Joseph said from the doorway. "Your Master is waiting on you."

I threw a glare in his direction and looked down to make sure I was dressed before climbing out of the bed carefully, making sure to avoid the still tender places on my bottom and on my skin where the effects of the sun was still sitting.

After I finished with my bathroom needs, which Joseph watched with disinterest, he led me down the hall in nothing but my light blue silk pajamas to Jasper's lair. Or office, they went hand in hand. With every step I took the bell on my little "collar" jingled reminding me over and over that I was nothing more than a domestic animal to him.

It also served a purpose though, to alert Jasper when I was nearby or when I was coming. I reached up and grabbed the little bell with my hand, muffling the sound so that it was quiet. Finally. Joseph was walking ahead of me and when the bell stopped ringing he turned around quickly, his eyes fierce.

"You don't want to do that," he threatened slapping my hand away from the bell.

"I think I really do," I spat back.

Instead of answering he turned back around and continued walking as if nothing happened, only this time holding my hands in his so that I couldn't free them. This was ridiculous. Instead of struggling I admitted defeat on this knowing that I was going to have to choose my battles and my animosity wasn't with this so called butler, it was with the man behind the big oak door that we were standing outside of.

As Joseph knocked on the door, waiting to be granted entrance, I made a silent vow then and there to give Jasper hell today. I was going to show him that I was my father's daughter and I was not going to back down.

Bring it on Whitlock, I thought as the door opened, bring it on.

As we stepped inside Joseph pushed me forward so that I stumbled in first, barely catching myself on the arm of the chair. I turned around and glared at him to see him looking straight ahead not even paying attention to me.

"That will be all, Joseph." Jasper stated dismissively, causing me to look over at him for the first time.

I heard the door close softly behind Joseph as he left and I huffed in exasperation at being left alone with this vile man. Again. Last night was a bit hazy and clouded for me but I did remember bits and pieces here and there of Jasper bathing me after my time in isolation. Looking at him now, his blue eyes were hard and piercing mine, his gaze unwavering. His lips were in a firm line and his stance was that of a dominant man. Where was the man from last night who was talking softly to me and washing me as if he were my lover and not my captor? I looked into his eyes, but saw nothing. It was like there was a veil there hiding his emotions not just from me, but from the world.

I crossed my arms over my chest hiding my nipples that were trying to poke through the flimsy material of the nightie he had put me in last night. It was the only thing I had to protect myself against him. I knew without a doubt that I had to have been naked last night when he bathed me and I knew that he had already seen me in all my glory. I felt violated and dirty at the thought of his hands on me but I knew that right now, there was nothing left I could do. Instead I hid myself from his view the best that I could, hoping to keep some of my dignity in tact.

I watched as his gaze raked over my body once causing me to shiver involuntarily.

"Come." He commanded, sitting back down in his chair behind his desk, pointing to a spot directly beside him.

Survive Bella. Makenna's words resonated through my head and in that moment I knew that she was right. I was going to have to choose my battles carefully if I expected to make it out of here in one piece. And not in a body bag. I slowly took one step forward keeping my eyes on Jasper the entire time waiting on him to make his next move. I'm not sure what I expected but instead of moving or saying a word, he watched patiently as I took baby step after baby step until I was just out of arms reach from him.

"Here." He said quietly pointing to the spot where he wanted me exactly.

I inwardly rolled my eyes at his bossy attitude but obediently took that last step so that I was where he wanted me.

"Kneel." He demanded.

"Never." I hissed, Makenna's words all but forgotten now.

I did what he asked. I came to him like an obedient bitch in training. How much more was I expected to take? I didn't kneel to him willingly the first time and I sure as hell wasn't going to kneel to him willingly this time.

"I see," he said with his eye brow cocked up in my direction, "Like the isolation room do you?" He asked mockingly.

I paled at the words 'isolation room' and I knew that he knew the effect it had on me. I would rather die than go back there. I don't think I could survive that again. Never again. Without another coherent thought I dropped to my knees, my breathing still coming out in gasps at his threat.

"Good girl." He praised, running his hand over my hair once before pulling it back. With that one simple gesture Stephan's words came back to hit me like a punch in the gut. You have been bought and paid for. Like a pure bred bitch. And in that moment that's exactly what I felt like. A female dog. A bitch. Just like he said.

"What has you so terrified about the isolation room?" He asked bringing me out of my musings.

Was he joking?

"How about I cuff both your hands to the wall and keep you in the dark for a week, without letting you use the restroom so you piss all over yourself?" I fumed, "How about I-"

"It wasn't a week," he countered cutting me off mid rant, "You were there for three days. No more. No less."

It took me a moment for his words to go through my mind and when they did it surprised me by how uncaring he sounded when he said that. I was alone in a dark room for three days, pissing on myself and he acted like it was nothing. Nothing! I was fucking chained to the wall, unable to move what so

ever. It was like a scene from a horror movie and yet here he was acting like it was nothing more than a bad nightmare!

"Joseph said you had moments where you would scream for hours before finally quieting down," he continued on as if we were discussing nothing more than the weather, "What were you thinking about when you were screaming?"

What was I thinking? Was that a trick question?

"Why do you care?" I asked, anger dripping from my words.

His eyes squinted and I could see the fire just behind them and I knew he was getting mad. Good. Join the fucking club.

"I care about my property. And your thoughts and feelings belong to me." He said leaning over the arm of his chair so that our faces were practically touching. I didn't realize that I had been leaning forward and now I felt like he was invading my personal space.

I leaned back, my face red with anger at his words. Property? Hell no.

"You don't own me!" I screeched, "No matter what your fucking receipt says."

He stood up suddenly, his chair nearly toppling over in his haste.

"Obviously you weren't there long enough to learn your lesson," he said calmly once again, never raising his voice, "Maybe a few more days there will do you some good." He said as he grabbed me by the arm roughly, pulling me to my feet.

"No! No! No!" I yelled, scrambling trying to get away from him.

Just the idea of going back into that room had me in a near panic and now my survival instincts were kicking in and they were telling me to fight. Fight for my life. So that's exactly what I did. I screamed at the top of my lungs, kicking, biting, and punching every spot of him that I could. My legs were flying through the air as he picked me up like a sack of potatoes. I kicked the walls and the door and managed to get a hit on him somewhere with my fist, and judging from the grunt that came from him I think I could safely say that it would leave a mark.

"You can't do this!" I screamed as he managed to get us out the door, "Please!"

I could feel my cheeks burn in anger as the tears coursed down them leaving fiery trails in their wake.

"Please! No!" I sobbed, "Don't do this to me!"

I opened my eyes as I felt his body stop at the top of the stairs and I heard the door creaking open. Without thinking I clutched his shirt in my fists and wrapped my legs around him, holding on to him for dear life, praying that he would not leave me in here alone again.

"No! No! No!" I whimpered over and over again, "Please. Don't." I sobbed, holding onto him even tighter.

I felt his arms wrap around my back as if he were hugging me and I used that opportunity to press myself closer to him, whimpering his name over and over again, begging him not to do this.

"Turn around slave." He demanded.

Not wanting to give him any more ammunition to leave me in here again I quickly obeyed only to see the wall where the cuffs were. Where my hands were locked in not even twenty-four hours ago. The darkness that surrounded the room was nothing compared to the darkness that was closing in on me.

Flashback

"What are you doing to me?" I cried, struggling against Joesph's iron grip on me.

He had dragged me up the stairs and into this room that was pitch black. I could hear chains rattling against what sounded like a stone or brick wall.

"Hush, slave," he hissed as he kept a firm grip on my arm with one hand while the other worked the chains.

My subconscious was telling me not to fight this and make it worse for myself but my instincts and brain were telling me otherwise.

"Please," I whispered, "Don't do this. Let me go. Please!"

Instead of answering me he pushed me roughly against the wall and I flinched as my shoulder blades hit the stone hard. There would no doubt be bruises there by morning. I struggled against him with everything in me as he raised my arms above my head, snapping metal cuffs around my wrists.

"Please!" I screamed, now openly bawling, scared out of my mind.

The room was so dark that I couldn't even see him. There were no windows in here from what I could tell and the creaking of the floor boards were not helping with the creepy feeling that was washing over me. Jerking on the cuffs one last time he must have been satisfied with the tightness of them because he turned away from me without another word, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving me alone once again.

That first night was the hardest. I don't know how long I had been sitting there sobbing on the floor, shivering from the cold air when I heard the creakiness of the door opening. My eyes snapped open and I frantically searched the darkness for a shadow or for some sign of movement to show me that I wasn't alone.

"Eat." A voice commanded me from the side, causing me to jump and squeak in fright.

I recognized Joseph's voice and I almost sobbed in relief. I felt him beside me uncuffing my hands, letting them drop to my side. I hadn't even noticed that my arms were numb from lack of circulation and as the blood began pumping back through them they tingled painfully.

"I won't tell you again." Joseph said nudging a tray in my direction.

Pulling myself to my knees I scrambled to the tray and without even seeing what was in the bowl on it I brought it to my lips and ate from it greedily. It was soup. And it was disgusting. But it was all I had. Not knowing when I would get food again I drank everything the bowl had to offer before setting it down gently back on the tray. A second later a big container was handed to me by Joseph.

"Drink it all or be punished." He demanded quietly.

I was beginning to notice that Joseph was a man of little words. He didn't speak more than what was necessary to get the point across.

I grabbed the container from him and greedily gulped down the ice cold water it offered. It took a few tries until I could finish it all but once I did, I felt strangely full and better. Before I could stand up Joseph grabbed my wrists once again and chained me back to the wall before I could protest.

"No!" I screamed at him as he walked back away from me, "Don't do this! Please!"

The door slamming behind him once again was the only response I got.

When Edward, Jacob and I were little we liked to play to play hide and go seek. I was always the best hider, coming up with new hiding places all the time. And of course since I was so tiny I could fit into small spaces. One time I climbed into this itty bitty cabinet in the laundry room in Edward's house. Jacob was 'it' and I only had ten more seconds until he was going to 'seek' us. With no options left I quickly climbed in and curled myself into a ball to fit, making sure to close the door behind me. I could hear the pounding of feet pass by me over and over again but neither Jacob nor Edward could find me. I was proud of my new hiding spot but the darkness was starting to get to me and I was getting scared.

Deciding that I didn't want to play anymore I pushed on the door ready to jump out. But instead of the door opening, it stayed shut. I pushed harder and harder to no avail, freaking out. By that time tears were streaming down my face and I was screaming at the top of my lungs willing someone to hear me. Seconds, minutes, or hours later Jacob flung open the door and grabbed me into his arms to help me out with Edward right behind him. I never did hide in dark, confined places like that again but no matter where I did hide Edward and Jacob always found me and I was more than happy to lose at that game over and over. It was comforting that they found me.

But now? Now, they would never find me again. This was like a game of hide and seek only this time, we were all losers and I was never meant to be found again.

Joseph came back in during that time after he brought me the soup, carrying that container of water and making me drink the entire thing. Only when the water goes in, it has to come out. And out it came. All over me. Over and over again. Until I thought I would pass out from the smell. But that would have been too easy, to escape the evil darkness only to go into my own safe darkness. Instead I was stuck in the darkness I could not escape with only my memories and imagination to keep me company.

End Flashback

"What are you thinking, slave?" Jasper's voice asked me.

I opened my eyes to see that I was still in his arms snugly. It almost felt intimate to me but he was the only solid thing I had to hold onto in this room of torture and I wasn't about to let him go now.

"M-Memories." I stuttered out, my teeth chattering.

"Do you want to leave here?" He asked, rubbing my neck above the collar with his fingertips.

"Please," I whispered brokenly sobbing once again, "Please, I'll do anything! Please just don't leave me in here again."

I buried my face in his neck and cried openly, my body shaking with my sobs, yet I didn't care. The only thought going through my mind was that I couldn't be left in here alone again. Not again. Never again. To my surprise Jasper didn't say another word, instead he walked back out of the room and into the light. The door slammed shut behind us and for the very first time since I got here, I was thankful that I was with Jasper and in his arms and not in alone in that room.

What was happening to me?

As he came to the top of the stairs he let his arms fall loosely at his sides yet I didn't move. I was clinging to him so tightly that I was actually holding myself up on him.

"Let go." He commanded still not moving.

I dropped my legs so that they were dangling off and slowly unwrapped my arms from around him so that I slid down his body until I was on my own two feet in front of him. Everything was starting to come back to me and I could feel my body heating up in my trademark blush. I just made a fool out of myself in front this man. Making it seem like I depended on him and almost...trusted him not to put me back in that room. I was instantly ashamed of myself and bent my head so that he couldn't see me. I was supposed to be fighting him off and trying to escape and what did I do? I clung to him like a child afraid to leave it's mother. I showed him my weakness. And now he would use that against me every time I defied him.

"Walk."

His one word sentences were not helping matters either! Did he have nothing more to say to me? Why the hell was he asking me all those questions for in the first place? What did he care? I was nothing more than an animal to him! I wouldn't be surprised if the bastard got me vaccinated. I shot him another glare and walked down the stairs in front of him, feeling more and more exposed in my tiny light blue nightie shorts, the bell on my collar making a jingling noise all the way down. Maybe I could look at it as a good thing. Something like 'every time a bell rings an angel gets its wings', it could happen right? As usual he said nothing more and I waited for him at the bottom of the stairs not knowing where he wanted me to go.

As soon as he was level with me Jasper grabbed my arm again by my elbow and tugged me along after him. Padding behind him quietly, my bare feet not making a sound, I knew that it would be pointless to struggle. I was drained emotionally from what just happened and my head was still spinning. And it was hard to think straight with that fucking bell ringing every goddamn second!

Before I knew it we were back in his office and he had taken his seat behind his desk, once again pointing to a spot on the floor right next to him. I knew what he wanted. Having been in here as many times as I have and having been told just as many times to 'kneel' it was pretty damn obvious what he expected from me. Except, I wasn't going to ever kneel to him willingly. He wanted it. He could demand it. I would never make myself vulnerable like that to him of my own free will.

"Kneel."

I inwardly rolled my eyes. I knew that was coming. I walked slowly to where he was pointing at and dropped to my knees. Again.

"Who told you my name?" He asked looking me dead in the eye.

Who what? How did he know I knew his name? Like a bad movie it came back to me. Me clinging to him, sobbing his name over and over while begging him not to leave me in that hell hole he called an isolation room. I never meant to call him that, I wasn't even sure I was supposed to know it and going off the look in his eye now, I knew I was right. I wasn't supposed to know his name.

"Answer me." He demanded again.

"Joseph." I whispered giving him a one word answer of my own.

"Explain what happened." He said leaning back in his chair as if I were about to tell him a story.

Instead of answering him I glared, not opening my mouth. I didn't have to explain shit to him. Not about something as stupid as how I learned his name. Seriously? Was he that fucking vain?

"It would be a shame for him to lose his life all because you refused to talk." Jasper said leaning forward, putting his elbows on his knees, his fingers folded together underneath chin.

Lose his life? Kill him? He would kill Joseph because I learned his name? Was it really that big of a deal? I mean, there was obviously no way for me to escape from this prison so who would I tell?

"You would kill him?" I whispered, shocked.

"He disobeyed a direct order," he said with a shrug, "It would be the consequence for not listening to me."

"So what?" I hissed, willing myself not to cry, I would not be the reason Jasper killed him. I would not have his blood on my hands, "I tell you and then you go and kill him anyway? What does it matter when you have already made your decision to end his life?"

"No, you have the chance to save his life by telling me how you found out about my name. Your answer decides everything." He said calmly.

"I overheard him talking to someone outside my door," I whispered hesitantly not knowing if my answer was going to end him or save him, "He was talking about 'Master Jasper' and I just put two and two together."

I bowed my head frustrated with myself and my lack of thinking. What did it matter if he killed Joseph? The man was helping hold me hostage! He deserved to die for treating me the way he did. Why did I care so much? And that right there was the million dollar question. Why did I bother caring at all when no one here cared about me?

"What did you just say he called me?" Jasper asked, his voice not betraying what he was thinking.

"Master Jasper." I replied still not looking up.

"Exactly. He still shows me respect even when he is not around me by calling me 'Master'. You however do not." He berated me, "You called me by my first name whether you meant to or not which shows me that you do not respect me in the way you should. You are my slave. First and foremost. And you will address me with respect."

Respect? Was he fucking delusional? He hasn't earned my respect!

"From now on you will address me as 'Master'. No more. No less." He commanded. His voice hard.

The word 'Master' rolled through my head and made me feel physically ill. He expected me to call him that? Was he serious? Master what? Master fuck stain? Master of disaster? Because just 'Master' alone wasn't going to happen.

"What do you say?" He asked.

What do I say? I say fuck you and the horse you rode in on.

"Fine." I said instead.

"Say, yes Master." He demanded.

Don't do it, Bella. My inner voice begged. Don't give in. Don't let him control you in this aspect too.

Survive Bella! Makenna's words echoed through my head once more. I could almost see her face and the fear in her eyes as she said that to me and I knew that this was going to be a part of my survival. With one last breath I muttered the two words that would break me just a little bit more.

"Yes Master."