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Bella

When I awoke the next morning, I was alone in bed, which led me to wondering if my brain had conjured up the passion between Edward and I. I rolled out of bed, wondering why I would have such vivid dreams of Edward. Perhaps, it was a vision of the future, but hadn't been kind to me since he took me from Earth. Hell, he had tortured me as punishment leaving scars and missing digits. I lifted my hand to remind myself just why I should hate him, before gasping when I had all of my fingers. What in the world? I took a step, crying out in pain from the ache between my legs. Oh God! It was true. I had given myself to him. I paled as I thought about how I had met every one of his thrusts, even going so far as riding him when I claimed him as mine.

What had I been thinking? I am human. I can't claim anyone let alone a Beast. What must he think of me? I didn't really want him. I had only participated so that he didn't hurt me. I was tired of being punished. I was afraid of it. I was–I wiggled all ten of my toes. I hated that my lies weren't believable now. I hated that for days I had wanted nothing more than to be close to him. I was starting to think that I had Stockholm Syndrome. It was the only viable reason for wanting to be near him.

However, as I shook my head and wiggled my fingers and toes again, I felt crazy. Humans didn't regrow body parts. I didn't understand why I had. Is it magic? But humans don't possess magic! I sighed. All of this was unbelievable and impossible to understand just as is my attraction to Edward. I had a lot of questions and the only one that could answer them was the very man I had once hated. With each step, I groaned as the pain between my legs grew. Fuck! I knew he felt huge, but I hadn't expected him to be as big as he was. It must be a Fae thing, right?

I pulled a dress over my head. I sighed as I pressed my fingers into my eyes. It had to be time to bring Edward his breakfast. I was late again. I wouldn't be surprised if now that he had slept with me, he went back to punishing me like all men had before. Once a man got what he wanted from a woman, he threw them away like garbage. Why would I be any different? 

I sighed heavily. I knew the rules and I had broken them. He wasn't going to let me get away with doing it forever. Hell, I hadn't even served him one meal the day before or cleaned his room. I froze as soon as I walked out of the adjoining room and saw a female house-elf cleaning it. 

My gasp drew her attention.

"Miss Bella," she greeted me, bowing her head. "King Edward is waiting for you in the dining hall."

I paled as I stared at her, twisting my hands together. "I-is he angry?"

She smiled. "I do not think so, but if I were you, I would hurry," she told me before going back to cleaning.

I swallowed hard as I hurried out of the room to the kitchen. I paused briefly when I rushed in, frowning at the chef as he bowed to me.

"Miss Bella, I will bring your breakfast to the dining hall now," he murmured softly, lowering his head.

"Did I miss something?" I asked him.

"You should speak to King Edward. We were told not to tell you anything. He is waiting for you in the dining hall. Now hurry along," he said.

I twisted my hands together anxiously before nodding and hurrying out of the kitchen. Halfway to the dining hall, my arm was grabbed and I was forced into a wall. Arnold forced my head to the side, while I struggled to get away from him. His hand closed around my throat, pressing his thumb into my mark, causing pain to shoot through my body. I sagged forward as I scratched at his hand. "P-please, don't hurt me!" I begged.

"So, it's true!" He hissed.

"W-what's t-true?" I stammered.

His blue eyes turned black as he inhaled deeply. "You mated with him! You whore!" He punched the wall beside my head. "He won't set you free! You will never be the woman he loves! You are nothing more than a warm body that he will consume in the end!"

I put my hands on his chest, trying to push him back as tears filled my eyes. "I-I don't know what you are talking about?" I pushed harder as heat courses through my hands. "I am better than Ara! I am better than you!" I screamed as he was forced back.

Rage filled his eyes as his face contorted. He rushed forward and threw me to the ground, looking down at me in disgust. "You let him have your body! You are a disgrace! Nothing like the girl that first came here. The one that fought back. The one that hated him with a passion. You are pathetic!" After one last shake of his head, he stomped off, leaving me trembling on the floor. 

He's wrong. I still have that fire. I just understand Edward now. I understand his darkness and his light and I want to understand everything in between. It is Arnold that is a disgrace, but he doesn't deserve death because if Edward finds out he touched me, he will kill him.

After a few moments, the dining hall doors opened and Edward stood there, his eyes red and piercing. He moved to my side, kneeling beside me as he ran his hands over my body.

"Bella, are you hurt?" he asked, and for a moment I thought I saw his skin ripple.

"King Edward! I'm sorry I'm late. Please, spare me. I–"

He gripped my chin, tilting it up so I was forced to meet his eyes. "Why are you on the floor?"

"I fell…" I whispered as I looked away from him.

His grip tightened on me as he leaned forward to sniff me before his eyes flashed red. "Never lie to me. I'm going to kill him."

"Edward, Beast, no!"

"Be quiet, Bella. I will not tolerate anyone putting their hands on you. You are mine"

"But–" He scooped me up off the floor before carrying me into the dining hall. He strolled past everyone to set me on the throne next to his. As I stared up at him in shock, he brushed my hair back before pivoting on his heels to address the guards at the door. "Bring Arnold to me."