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"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."

-Elanor Roosevelt

BPOV

Elanor Roosevelt once said that no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. My opinion? Elanor Roosevelt never met Jasper Whitlock. How much more inferior could I feel? I ate from the palm of his hand without argument, I kneel by his feet without complaint, and now...now I was sleeping in a dog kennel by the side of his bed. If that doesn't make one feel inferior then that person must be seriously delusional. Everything that I do is nothing more than what a dog would do. Except even a dog had more freedom than I do and I hated that. I resented Jasper for making me do these things against my will. He was a vile man and I would not hesitate to kill him if given the chance. He once said that I was lucky that he bought me and I was not sold on the open auction. I disagree. It wouldn't matter who "purchased" me, I would still be nothing more than a bitch. A meaningless dog. A sex slave even. This was not a life and everyday that passed seemed to lessen my chances of ever escaping from this hell.

"What's the point in going on?" I whispered to myself as I sat up in my cage, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs.

Maybe it was the effects of the drugs that he tricked me into taking last night that were making me so...depressed. My mind still felt a little fuzzy even though I must have slept at least twelve hours. Looking around the room I could tell Jasper was not in here. The bathroom door was open but the light was off so I didn't think he was in there either. The room was lit up from the sun and from the heat that was in here I would say that it was at least midday.

I reached out hesitantly and touched the lock that was on the outside and knew just from the feel of it that it would take a freaking chainsaw to get that off without the key. The worst part was that sleeping in this god forsaken cage was a punishment for running away. All the other torture methods he used on me was nothing more than something for him to do for his amusement. I felt tears spring to the corner of my eyes and in my mind I could almost see my will to survive crumbling around me like a wall made out of dirt and water. I obeyed him for the past week! I took my spankings, I sat by his feet quietly while he worked and yet I was still being punished! This was never going to end and in my mind, I knew that. Yet a part of my brain was begging me to continue to fight. But the majority of my brain was saying 'Why? What's the point?'.

I don't know how much longer I stayed in the kennel in that same position but my bladder was beginning to wake up and I didn't know how long I could hold it in. I squeezed my legs together even tighter to no avail. I tried humming nonsense tunes to myself hoping to distract myself from the problem but again, all to no avail.

"Please don't let me pee on myself." I prayed up to someone who might be listening to me. I couldn't take that again. Especially if he made me come back in here tonight and make me sleep in my own piss. With the blankets in here it would just soak up the urine and hold the stink in.

I whimpered in pain as my stomach started cramping from the need to go and pressed my forehead to the tops of my knees, tears starting to fall down my cheeks. There was no other option, I was going to wind up soiling myself. Again. Only this time it was much worse.

"I'm guessing you need to use the restroom?" A calm voice asked in what was supposed to be a soothing tone, but came out more as a sneer.

I snapped my head up to see Jasper standing in front of the kennel. I didn't even hear him enter the room.

I tried to glare at him, but as a sharp pain shot through my abdomen it probably came out as more of a grimace. I whimpered slightly again, angry with myself for even showing this weakness. It wasn't my fault and logically I knew that. But emotionally, I just wasn't there yet. I felt like a part of me should have just soiled myself to show him that I would do what I had to do. Repercussions be damned.

"Let's go." Jasper said, unlocking the lock with jingling keys and opening the door to the kennel.

I looked at him one last time to see him watching me expectantly. Without argument I crawled out on my hands and knees until I was fully out of the cage. Then I stood up cautiously making sure to keep my thighs together in hopes of making it to the bathroom. I stood there before him, legs trembling and stomach churning before he finally spoke.

"Well? Go." He ordered, gesturing towards the bathroom.

I sighed in relief and quickly hobbled over to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. As I relieved myself I was hit with a thought that was like a punch in the gut. When I got out of the cage I actually waited for his permission to go to the bathroom. I didn't just go. I waited for him to tell me I was allowed to, stomach pains and all. That thought made my already churning stomach twist even more and I barely had the toilet flushed before I was on the floor, bending over the porcelain throne and throwing up bile. I coughed and spluttered as my stomach heaved with nothing more coming out. It wasn't until I felt Jasper's cool hands on my neck did I realize he was even in the room with me. He gently pulled back my hair so that it wasn't hanging in my face, rubbing my back through the cotton camisole.

Even his touches seemed condescending to me and it just made me burn in anger. I wasn't going to ever stop fighting, I swore to myself then and there that I was going to fight back harder. Not enough to send me back into isolation or even get a spanking, but I wasn't going to lose myself. I wasn't going to become a mindless doormat like he was trying to make me. I was strong and I was going to find a way to escape. Immediately.

When my stomach stopped heaving Jasper helped me up on shaky legs, leading me over to the sink. I didn't say a word as he practically held me up while I brushed my teeth. As soon as I was done he led me over to the chair by the vanity in the bedroom, sitting me down gently while he walked back over to the bedroom door.

There he pressed down on the intercom, "Charlotte, bring Isabella's breakfast to my study this morning. Just dry toast and water."

Without waiting for a response back he made his way back to me, smiling. And for a moment I got lost in that smile of his. His blue eyes were such a light shade of blue and I knew from being close to him that around the edges they had a hazel circle around them. I also knew from experience that when he was angry his eyes turned to a dark blue. Dark like the sea. It was almost mesmerizing and had his anger not been directed at me I might have found that fascinating. His smile was also another thing that a girl could get lost in. His lips were a soft pink with the bottom lip fuller than his top. He had so many smiles to match all his personalities. He had a crooked smile where half his face was smiling and the other half wasn't to where it almost looked like a smirk. Then there was his tight lipped smile where his lips pressed together in a tight line. When he had that look on his face I knew that he was not pleased yet he was going to act like everything was fine and then lash out at the last moment. Then there was the smile he was wearing now. It was a small smile, but a smile none the less. His lips were together and shaped upwards, his eyes crinkling at the corners. It was the kind of smile that would make a girls heart flutter and in this moment I felt like there could be more to Jasper Whitlock. That I could be more to him than just some slave. That I could have more of a sentimental value to him. I didn't even realize I had been staring at him the entire time he walked back over to me.

"Can you be a good girl and do your own hair today, or do you need me to do it for you?" He asked his smile changing into a smirk.

Then and there I knew that my hopes and ridiculous thoughts were shattered. I was nothing more than a lap dog to him and it was stupid for me to even think about entertaining the thought that I had more value than what I really did. He was the enemy and always would be and I couldn't afford to get lost in his physical traits when his inner traits were so horrendous. I broke eye contact with him angrily and looked away from the mirror not moving to pick up the hairbrush that was sitting in front of me. He wanted my hair done? He could do it himself.

I kept my hands folded firmly in my lap, twisting my knuckles until they popped.

"Is that your final decision?" He asked from behind me, placing his long fingers over the tops of my shoulders.

In that moment the air around me seemed to get sucked up. It was like all the oxygen on the Earth was gone and I was left stranded. Left to die. I picked up the hairbrush and gasped in some much needed air. Looking into the mirror I saw that my eyes were narrowed and hard and my face was red. Not in embarrassment or a sunburn this time but in pure unadulterated anger. I turned around and jumped to my feet, causing Jasper to step back slightly so that we weren't chest to chest. I gripped the hairbrush in my hands and lunged at him, hitting him as hard as I could with it, anywhere I could. I could feel my hand stinging from the blows, but I didn't care. All that mattered was that I cause El Diablo as much pain as I could possibly muster. The asshole was going to die. Death by hairbrush.

I couldn't tell you how many hits I got on him or even where I connected. I didn't even know how long the struggle lasted for before he got the upper hand. One minute I'm whacking him with the brush and the next minute he has my arms behind my back, his fingertips digging painfully into the crooks of my elbows. He forced us to the ground so that I was on my stomach, his knee pressed into the middle of my back.

"You're like a kitten that thinks she is a tiger. But de-claw the kitten and what does that leave the kitten with to defend herself?" He asked, talking in a normal voice as if this were an everyday conversation with him. As if I didn't just try to beat the hell out of him.

I felt his body shift and soon felt his hot breath by my ear.

"Nothing at all." He whispered.

His play of words wasn't lost on me and I felt my breath hitch. De-claw? Take away my defenses? What did he mean by that?

Without giving me time to dwell on that Jasper pulled me up so quickly that the room spun. Holding on to me tightly he sat down in the vanity chair and pulled me across his lap, dropping my sleep pants at the same time so that my bottom was in the air. I struggled fruitlessly against his hold on me, knowing that not only did I get myself into this predicament but that the punishment this time around was going to be much worse than I had ever had to endure before.

I sobbed openly on his lap just waiting for him to begin the assault of the blows. Instead of beginning though he was rubbing my bottom through my lace panties. The heat from his hand made it more obvious to me that he was touching me and it seemed more intimate to me than when he spanked me with his hand on my bare cheeks.

"Just do it." I begged him still crying. My tears were dropping from the tip of my nose to the carpet.

Instead of answering he continued on with his ministrations on my bottom, the heat contrasting with the cold that I felt inside.

"I know of a better motivator for good behavior." Jasper said and I couldn't tell if he was talking to me or himself, "Yes, I think that this will finally hit home for you just how good you have it here."

And with that he pushed me back up, following suit so that we were standing in front of one another.

"You will be working in the kitchen today after you have had your breakfast," he said looking at me now carefully and holding me at arms length, "Then later this afternoon you will have your punishment."

Without saying another word or expecting me to say anything in return he spun me around and marched me to the bed, placing me at the end of it. I watched as he went and got a dress out of the closet, then turned my gaze to the white, embroidered quilt that lay on the bed. I knew that he was also going to pick out my bra and panties and to me that was something I didn't need to witness.

"Strip." He commanded coming up behind me.

I closed my eyes and shimmied my pants down to my ankles. I could still feel his presence behind me and I knew that he wasn't going to go anywhere. At least he was behind me though and not in front of me. He's already seen my ass more times than I care to count. Quickly stripping off the underwear I replaced it for a light pink, lacy pair that he had picked out then reached out for the light pink, matching bra. The entire time I could feel his eyes burning holes into the back of my head but I didn't acknowledge his presence. I pretended like he wasn't there. Today he also picked out a light pink sun dress that went to just above my knee that had a white flower stitched to it at the bottom right. It was cute... But definitely not something I would wear willingly.

He led me back over to the vanity but this time picked up the brush himself and began working on my hair. I smirked internally at that and for a moment felt good about myself and the fact that I didn't give into him there. Then like a wave crashing against a rock his words came back to me, 'I know of a better motivator for good behavior'. Just what in the hell did that mean? What was he going to do to me? I was so lost in my jumbled thoughts that the sound of a bell next to my ear made me jump.

"Your dress matches your collar." Jasper observed quietly as he slipped the offending bell back in its place on the pink collar.

Thank you very fucking much captain obvious, I sneered inside my head. What a fucking genius. As soon as he had the bell in place he grabbed me by my upper arm and led me out of the room. It was time to officially start my day in hell. Again. My question was, how many more days was I going to "start" here until God finally took pity on me and took me out of this cruel world?

"Aw c'mon Bells. You know you wanna." Jake whined while he and Edward sat on the couch, not taking their eyes off the television.

"Why would I want to cook for two boys who are more than capable of cooking for themselves?" I asked half teasingly.

"Because you love to cook for us," Edward said still not even looking at me, "And besides, you don't want us to starve now do you? Do you really want that on your conscious?"

"I think I'll get over it quickly." I snapped.

"Isabella, have you heard a word I've said?"

I snapped my head over to my right where a tender voice was talking in my ear.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I asked Charlotte sheepishly.

We've been in the kitchen since after I had my breakfast this morning and no offense to the decorator or anything, but I was getting tired of looking at the color brown. Everything in here was in shades of brown. Even the tile that made up the spotless floor.

"I said that I'm going to show you around the lower half of the house and then we'll come back in here and I'll show you how to make Master Jasper's afternoon snack. He said that you were to join him after that." She informed me, I'm sure trying to be helpful.

Instead she caused me anxiety. Was that when he would take care of my punishment? When he first said that he would do it at a later time today, I breathed out in relief. I wasn't going to get spanked then and there and I could hold it off for as long as possible. Now though I was starting to regret him not just doing in then. It had been on my mind all day and it was causing my stomach to constrict in knots. A part of me felt like this was part of his plan. Part of his evilness.

"I can't wait." I muttered under my breath as I followed Charlotte to the swinging double doors of the kitchen.

I followed her around like a lost puppy as she showed me the different rooms of the lower half of the house. What all the rooms were though, I couldn't tell you. There were just too many. We passed many that had closed doors to which she never commented on. We just bypassed them as if they weren't even there. As we came to a full circle we were back in the starting room, which just happened to be the downstairs living area. Only this time it was filled with people. When we passed it earlier it was empty, so where did all these people come from, I wondered to myself.

I looked closely at the people in the room and saw that there were only males in here. Not a female, besides Char and myself, in sight. Some were sitting around on the couches and chairs while others were standing with their arms folded across their chest. As my eyes raked the room I saw Vladmir and Stephan and I instantly tensed. They didn't seem to notice me yet though which meant I still had time to leave before they did. I turned around to ask Charlotte if we could leave when I felt the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Glancing around I saw that Charlotte was talking in the corner with a man who was wearing black slacks and a white button down shirt and black tie. He looked important and something told me that it would be best not to interrupt them. Instead I turned around and my eyes landed on another man. He was standing directly across from me in front of the fire place, his eyes trained on mine. He was too far away to tell what color his eyes were but everything about his presence screamed 'trouble'.

He also was wearing black slacks, a white button down shirt and black tie and like the feeling I got with the other gentleman, I could tell that he was important. To Jasper, no doubt. He had long blond hair that was tied at the back of his neck with what I'm assuming was a hair tie and his lips were turned up in a sneer. There was something about him that told me that I needed to get as far away from him as I possibly could. And fast. He was dangerous and my spidey senses were tingling.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's not polite to stare?" Charlotte's voice hissed into my ear, grabbing me by my arm and leading me out of the room.

"If Master Jasper catches you staring at someone who works for him there will be the Devil to pay." She said, annoyance displayed clearly on her face.

Like I was staring at him because I wanted him! That man, whoever he was, freaked me the hell out. Even though Charlotte was way off with her assumption I let it go. I didn't want to draw attention to myself by asking questions. Maybe it was best if I forgot the whole thing.

"The pitcher of tea is in the fridge and here are the crackers," Charlotte said handing me a package of Club crackers, "Don't forget to keep them in a perfect line in front of the glass of tea. I have to go now but you are to head up to Maser Jasper's study immediately. Understand?"

I rolled my eyes but nodded my head in understanding.

"Got it." I spat.

As Charlotte left the kitchen I just stared at the door after her. She was free to come and go as she wanted and she most certainly was not wearing a collar. On our little tour of the house we didn't run into another female so I didn't know if there were others here against their will like I was, but a part of me felt like there weren't. Something inside told me that I was the only one here who was a prisoner. Shaking my head I walked over to the tray Charlotte set out for me and put Jasper's glass of iced tea on it.

Balancing the iced tea on the small tray, I gingerly picked up the Club crackers and set them next to the glass so that they were lined up perfectly. Too perfectly. But that was how everything was in this God forsaken place. There was no mess, there were no pets or children running amok, everything had a place and in its place is where everything stayed.

I looked around the kitchen and saw that even myself after a certain amount of time here, I was submitting to the "perfect" rule. After making El Diablo his tea and crackers I had put everything away and cleaned up what little mess I had made. Without even realizing I had done so. I was on auto-pilot and it made me want to scream. I wanted to crumble the stupid crackers and drop them on the floor before stomping all over them. Grinding them into the perfect tile with my toes.

Instead I grabbed the tray with both hands and made my way to the door, my collar not letting me forget even for a moment who I was now. Just as I was about to open the door a harsh yet soprano lady like voice filled the air, causing me to jump, sloshing tea all over the crackers.

"Jasper Whitlock!"

I let out a string of profanities and quickly placed the tray on the counter top before I could drop it and draw attention to myself. I looked over to the crackers and saw them soaking up the tea, making them larger and wet. I smirked internally at the sight of the once perfection now ruined.

Remembering what caused this havoc in the first place I tiptoed out of the kitchen, the door swinging behind me, to the bottom of the staircase where a tall blond woman stood with her arms across her chest and her mouth puckered like she just ate a lemon. Next to her stood an even taller man, with curly brown hair, with the body of that of a football player.

"Rosalie," I heard Jasper's voice say as he descended the stairs with his flawless grace, "To what do I owe the honor of such a visit from my favorite sister?" He asked.

I think I choked on my own spit. His sister? I coughed slightly, trying to get my breathing back to normal when the football player man looked my way, making eye contact. Instead of moving away like I probably should have, I just stayed there, crouched down slightly, trying to stay out of sight of everyone else. To my surprise ape man over there didn't say a word about me eavesdropping on their conversation. Instead he just turned his attention back to Jasper and the girl beside him.

"I assume you are going to the open auction this afternoon, am I correct?" The blond woman asked Jasper, her tone just full of disapproval.

"You know I am." Jasper replied easily.

"Emmett and I are coming with you." She demanded.

My mouth dropped open at her blatant disrespect. She came into his territory, yelling Jasper's name at the top of her lungs, and then telling him that she would be accompanying him to some kind of auction. She didn't ask if she could, she flat out told him she would be.

"Why?" Jasper asked, his stance not giving off anything.

"Because I said so. That's why." She said, stating it as if it were as common knowledge as Newton's Law.

I didn't think it was possible for my mouth to open even more, but I'm pretty sure it did at those words. Was Jasper just going stand there and take that from her? Sister or not, was he really going to let her talk to him like that in his own home?

"Okay." He replied with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

I guess he was. Suddenly I was furious. She was a woman. Just like me and she had this power over him. Even if she was his sister, why wasn't he putting her over his knee or demanding respect and being all assholish to her? It was fucking ridiculous! And, why did I care? I watched as Jasper gestured over to Joseph and then whispered something in his ear. I was about to back up and go back to the kitchen when Jasper's hard voice rang out, "Isabella, come here.".

I'm sure my eyes were wide with surprise. The bastard knew that I was standing here the entire time! I swallowed back the bile that managed to make its way to my throat, feeling it burn as it slid down. I walked slowly over to Jasper, my bare feet not making a sound on the hard wood floor. I kept my head up and saw Jasper watching me intently as well as the Ape Man and the vile blond woman. It only took a split second to make eye contact with her but when I did the hate for me rolling off of her took me by surprise. Why in the hell would she have any reason to hate me? I broke away from her icy glare and instead turned back to Jasper. I kept my eyes trained on his as I stepped up to his side. His arm slid around my waist and I tensed slightly. Lately his touches were feeling more intimate. More wrong. And I hated it. I hated that he could make me feel so uncomfortable.

"I suggest we go ahead and leave now so we can get there early enough to do what we need to do." Ape man said boomingly. God, his voice carried like no other. He was like one of those principles or teachers that spoke without needing the microphone at class meetings in the auditorium.

Just then Joseph reappeared with two white sandals in his hand. Jasper took the sandals from him and motioned for me to lift my foot. He bent down so he was on one knee by my foot. I hesitantly lifted my right foot as he slid the sandal on, then buckled the little buckle in the back. After a second he did the same to my left foot before standing back up and putting his arm back around my waist.

"We're ready." He said, walking away from them and to the front door, still pulling me along beside him.

Wait. I was going with him? I was leaving the house? I was going to this auction thing? Without warning my breathing hitched and the room started spinning. He was going to sell me? Was it because I attacked him this morning with the hairbrush?

"Oh dios mio," I heard Jasper mutter as he gripped my forearms roughly, "If you don't calm down right now, Isabella, I will not hesitate to put you over my knee right this second." He threatened.

I nodded my head slightly and felt myself being forced into a chair. Someone, I presumed Jasper, forced my head between my knees and slowly the room stopped spinning and my breathing became less labored.

"You've certainly picked a winner there." I heard the woman sneer.

I didn't care what she thought though. As far as I was concerned she was no better than Jasper. She was a poor excuse of a human being and given the chance I would take her out just as quickly as I would take out El Diablo.

"Don't start with me Rosalie." Jasper said harshly.

Rosalie. That was her name.

"Let's go." Jasper ordered, forcing me to my feet.

I stood up shakily but was thankful when everything stayed in its place. I smoothed out the dress making sure that nothing was showing that shouldn't have been and followed Jasper dutifully out of the house and into the hot air of Mexico. I breathed in the air from outside as a small smile played on my lips. It felt completely amazing to be outside in the air again, I can't believe how much I missed it.

"Jesus Jasper, you need to get the girl out more. She's acting like she's never seen the sun before." Rosalie's snarl came out from behind me, ruining my moment.

I brought my face back down and glared at her only to see Rosalie shooting daggers at Jasper. What the hell was her problem?

"What I do with her is none of your concern." Jasper told her coolly, not even batting an eyelash at her obvious distaste for him.

I watched her closely as she just rolled her eyes and climbed into the car that was sitting in front of us. It was shorter than a limousine yet longer than a regular car. And it was black. Like Jasper's heart. That thought made me snort out loud which in turn caused Jasper to grip my arm tightly in his fingers before practically shoving me in the car after Ape Man, who had been silent this entire time. What was up with that, I wondered idly.

The space inside the car was nice with one long seat that made an L shape within. Rosalie and the other man were sitting side by side holding hands at the end of the longer part, leaving Jasper and I to sit on the shorter part. And since he put me in first I took that as a sign to sit where I wanted. After feeling a sharp slap to my bottom, I yelped slightly before sitting down quickly, as far away from the other two as I could get.

Rosalie snorted while the other guy tried to cover up his laugh with a cough and I could feel my face burn in embarrassment. I sat down with a huff as Jasper shut the door behind him, gripping my hand.

"Get down on your knees in front of me." He whispered into my ear as I felt the car begin to move.

"E-Excuse me?" I stuttered, looking at him incredulously.

My heart started beating erratically against my chest and my hand began to throb as his grip tightened on it.

"Do not make me repeat myself." He said in a deadly whisper.

I tugged my hand out of his but didn't chance on rubbing out the hurt. Instead I cast a wary glance over at our seat mates who seemed to be watching our exchange with indifference. I looked back to Jasper and saw his eyes harden and immediately moved to get into the position he wanted me in. It was difficult trying to maneuver myself onto the floor while holding the bottom of my dress in place so that I didn't show off my goods to the people who were boring holes into the back of my head, but I did it. I lifted the dress slightly and tucked it around me as I settled my bottom on the backs of my heels.

I kept my eyes trained on Jasper's and could have sworn that his lips twitched in what must have been a smile. But the second I looked again it was gone and I was left wondering if I even saw it at all. Jasper raised his hand and ran his fingers down my jawline and over my bottom lip and down my chin. It took every ounce of strength I had in me not to jerk away from his wandering fingers, knowing that he would probably just put me over his lap in front of his sister and her man slut.

"I have rules for you tonight," he began, leaning forward in his seat so that our faces were mere inches a part, "Disobey a rule and you won't sit for a week and you will be in isolation. Understand?"

I gulped nervously at how harsh his voice was and immediately nodded my consent.

"You are not to make eye contact with any kind of male and do not speak to anyone. Even if you are spoken to first. If you talk to me you will call me 'Master' and nothing more. Always stay by my side and do not touch anything or anyone." He commanded, his voice hard yet soft while his hand continued to stroke my jaw.

Our eyes stayed connected and even though I loathed everything he was telling me, a part of me felt like he was telling me this for my own protection. I had no idea what the hell went on in an auction, though I had a good idea. I felt the car roll to a stop and looked out the side window to see that were in front of a big iron gate. Much like the gate that surrounded Jasper's property. I could see the security guard station from where I was kneeling and knew that this place was going to be heavily guarded. We had arrived.

"Do you understand the rules that I have given you?" He asked.

"I understand." I whispered frighteningly looking back at him.

"Say it." He demanded.

I cringed internally and squeezed my eyes shut for a split second, "I understand...Master."

A/N: Oooo, wondering where exactly Bella's going don't you? Could it be somewhere she's been before maybe? Stay tuned! Remember! Reviewers get teasers for the next chapter!