A/N: Okay here are a few questions that I got which need to be answered.
Is Bella going to get pregnant?
No. I don't like stories where Bella gets pregnant, so no.
This is dark, but is it too dark?
NO! If you don't like, don't read, simple as that. Flamers will be blocked.
Will Edward and Bella fall in love?
Not in the way that you think. Edward's possession will lead to obsession, which in the end will be the equivalent of a dark love story. So there's your answer.
Does Edward have any other feelings for Bella other than a toy?
He will soon. I have this whole story planned out so I know exactly what's going to happen.
And one last one that I know will be asked soon enough.
Why don't I update every day?
Sometimes I get writer's block, while other times I have a life. Fanfiction is just part of my life, but I try to keep up with it as much as possible. ;p
Is Edward going to suffer?
Wait and find out! ;p I'm sorry; I'm evil like that!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does, blah blah blah...
My stomach growled in agony as other kids were being fed. The sight and smell of the moldy bread was the most mouth watering thing I had ever layed eyes upon in my whole life. This was truly it. I had to give in; he knew he would win, and he did.
I whispered to nothing in particular, just the air in front of me, but I knew he was listening and I knew he could hear me.
"Edward, I'm sorry; I'll service you."
A New Beginning
I sat there frozen as a shadowy figure approached the cell, his glowing red eyes the only indication of who it was. Edward.
A wide grin spread across his face, finally showing his f-f-fangs. I gulped at the sight. My breathing hitched as the iron door was slung open, revealing his hard erection through his pants.
My throat burned with thirst while my stomach growled and I remembered why I was giving in.
Ring around the Rosy,
A pocketful of posies,
We all fall down,
Ring around the Rosy,
A pocketful of posies,
We all fall down.
The same incantation mercilessly entered my mind. This reminded me of the time in the woods when my life officially ended. Maybe that's what it meant, the end of a life and the beginning of a new one.
He gripped the upper part of my arm and tugged me along behind him through the factory. Tears leaked out of my eyes, falling down my cheeks and landing on the earthen ground beneath my bare feet.
My eyes were too watery to see exactly where we were headed, so when we ended up in a room I had to wipe my eyes to know that this was the same room I had been in just a week before.
My stomach growled in agony while my throat burned the entire time I was servicing him.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and I got down on my knees on the hardwood floor. "Take my pants off." He growled and my hands were shaking as they went to unbutton and unzip his pants. He just watched me with a stiff glare, warning me not to try anything stupid.
Tears glided down my already wet cheeks as I pulled his pants down to reveal his boxers and a big lump in the middle; I knew all too well what that was. His stiff glare faded to an evil smile; it scared me, but then again, everything about this place scared me; this was no different than facing those other fears.
Exactly the opposite; it was completely and so utterly different that I had a hard time thinking about all this.
I wiped my tears away with my elbow and sniffled some more before pulling down his boxers; he was absolutely shaking in rage; he wanted me to go faster, but I wasn't ready for that.
He didn't care; he never would.
The movement was so fast I didn't even know what had happened until I could feel his cock in my mouth. I almost gagged, and I wanted to; this was just unnatural.
Once his boxers went past his knees he gripped my head so forcefully it went numb so I couldn't even feel the movement. I was dragged straight onto his hard erection by my hair, to where the very back of my neck hit the tip and his balls rubbed in my face.
My hands were still frozen on the hem of his boxers. They clung to them like my life depended on it. I was frozen solid as Edward thrusted in and out of my mouth, all the time hitting the back of my throat. I hadn't gagged once and for once I was proud of myself for lasting this long. I could taste a salty liquid slipping down my throat, crawling, trickling down to my very soul. My throat burned in thirst, the salty taste making it worst. At first I thought it was blood and almost freaked, but then I opened my eyes to see Edward thrust back in with white stuff all over his erection.
"Use your tongue." He half growled, half moaned.
I rubbed my tongue along the underside of his erection, not sure what to do, and grossed out by the entire ordeal.
I could taste the salty white stuff all over him, which I knew now must've been his pre-cum.
I closed my eyes in disgust, almost puking, when I could feel my head being pulled and more moans ensued. Low growls escaped his mouth a few times along with hisses and some other unidentifiable sounds.
A cool, salty liquid erupted into my mouth and all I could hear was him growling low in my ear. "Swallow it or face the consequences, which will be a lot worse than last time."
I gulped, sending the liquid down my parched throat and into my system. It was worse than taking bad-tasting medicine.
"Good girl." Edward cooed and patted my hair like I was a dog.
Suddenly he curled his fingers and dragged me up on to the bed by my hair. I let out a dry, throaty scream, due to my lack of water, from the pain.
He dragged me so I was lying flat on my back, facing the ceiling, and then crawled on top of me like a predator stalking their prey.
I tried to back away, but his hands were already restraining me, probably leaving bruises where he'd grabbed me. I cried out into nothing and everything, letting my fears be heard. He chuckled, throwing his head back into the room, the darkness, laughing maniacally.
When he was only faintly chuckling now, he spoke. "Oh how I love your screams my Bella."
I was shaking all over, my head was turning side to side, and I was helpless.
"P-Please-" I begged, but it was a lost cause.
"Did I ask you to speak Isabella. Answer me." He growled through clenched teeth and bared fangs.
"No." I whispered hopelessly.
He slapped me across the face, enough to send my head flying into his other arm beside my shoulder, knocking me into somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness. His arms were harder than rock itself.
Before I regained full consciousness, I could feel my dress being torn to shreds. "That's much better. Now, undress me Isabella."
His clothes were slowly slid off by my shaking hands. I pulled off his tunic slowly, earning me a growl from Edward. This made my hands shake harder, but I went faster so I wouldn't be punished again.
Edward tossed the tunic to the ground after I'd gotten it up to his elbows. His eyes were pitch black with lust when he looked down at me. He took in my appearance before plunging deep within me, causing me to try pushing away from him to the headboard, but I'd never be able to escape, no matter how hard I tried.
He grabbed me forcefully on the shoulders, pulling me back underneath him, even though I hadn't been able to get very far, just a few millimeters away, maybe not even that.
He looked angry, causing me to shiver. He pushed back into me, harder this time, if even possible. His hips rocked against mine, making me shiver for different reasons; I was turned on and I couldn't understand why.
I hated this vile creature with a passion. I spit in his face, only bringing me a hard slap across the face, but it didn't hurt nearly as bad as I thought it would. I was proud of myself. Then another, harder slap hit my face, making unknown tears slide down my cheeks. I had no idea why; I wasn't in pain, not really; I felt numb.
Another slap hit my face, probably the worst one, because it was the cruelest. His nails pierced my soft flesh, sliding down my face, leaving behind a trail of my blood.
"Clean this up, now."He growled. It was an order, and he was very serious.
My mouth went to his face subconsciously, and while I cleaned with my tongue I began to get curious, even though I hated myself for even thinking of this.
I would touch his fangs, and I'm stupid; I know.
My fingers were suddenly trailing up to his mouth, making the demon smile. Edward's smile was like watching a puppy die; evil and heartbreaking. It wasn't a happy smile; it wasn't even a funny smile, just evil.
My finger traced his lips, and then I was too curious as they crept towards his fangs, closer and closer, until they reached the tip.
I must've pressed too hard, because I felt a stabbing pain in my fore-finger and could smell the irony, salty scent of the red liquid. I looked up, afraid, into closed eyes and flared nostrils. Now, I was truly afraid.
A/N: I changed it a bit and added a lemon!! How was it? Please review and let me know if this version of the chapter is better or worse!! I'll change it back if you don't like this one, so let me know please!!!
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A/N 2: How old is Edward? He's 21 in human years. You'll find out soon enough how old he is in vampire years! ;p Next chappie probably!