Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Possession ❯ Marriage ( Chapter 3 )

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Marriage

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Edward, upon discovering what made her scream, shook his head as he realized that he had forgotten to take out the trash. Sighing lightly to himself, he took off Bella's handcuffs. She didn't even notice, her hands falling to her side, and he had to smirk at her lack of attention.

He directed her away from the parlor, gaining no trouble from her. She was lax, allowing him to because shock was still clouded over her mind upon the discovery. However, her compliance didn't last long, and she soon lashed out, partly because he had murdered her father, and partly because she didn't want to be anywhere near him.

However, he had anticipated her slipping out of her shock, for he easily subdued her enough to push her into the room he had set aside just for her before closing and locking the door. He couldn't help the smirk on his face as he heard her pound on the door, wanting to be let out.

Bella realized that it wasn't going to happen after awhile, however, and stopped, turning as she slumped against the wall. She brought her hands to her face, rubbing it for a second before rubbing at her eyes, pushing away the tears that had started to fall. It was no time to cry, though she wished desperately that she could. She felt the need to let everything out in huge, gaping sobs that would shake her entire body. However, she knew that she needed to find a way out of here before she gave way to grief.

With that in mind, she began searching for the lightswitch. She needed to know where she was exactly. She moved along he wall, looking for the switch, which she found rather quickly. Flicking it on, she looked around the room she had been given.

It was a rather simple room, only holding a bed, dresser, and a small table. There were three other doors besides the one that she had entered through, two on her right, and the last on her left. There were no windows, and the walls were painted a dark brown. Biting her lip, she walked over to the first door on the right, and opened it to discover a walk-in closet.

Entering it, she found a small chain hanging from the ceiling. Figuring it to be the light, she turned it on, and looked around. She had to admit that it was rather nice closet. It was big, bigger than the one she had at home. It even had build in drawers on one side of it.

However, despite how nice it was, she wrinkled her nose in disgust, for it seemed to be filled to the brim. Hangers upon hangers of dresses, skirts, and shirts hung along the metal poles that took up most of the room. She walked over to the drawers, opening them only to have her eyes widen as horror twisted her face.

There were undergarments, but nothing like what would normally wear. Instead, they were the `sexy' kind that had always made her scoff when seeing. Shelf bras, lingerie, crotchless panties…all kinds of easy access undergarments were there. She closed the drawer, feeling even more disgusted, but with a twinge of fear. What could he be planning wit hall of this?

She took a chance to look at the other drawers, finding nurmerous other things, though nothing she really wanted. After all, why would she need stocking, or a garter belt. Having finished looking at one column of drawers, she wondered if it was worth looking through the other two colums of drawers, only to decide to suck it up and do so.

Moving to the next column, she went ot open it to discover that it was a set of drawers like she thought. Instead, she found that it was an illusion, for the - while the front looked like it was a column of drawers - it turned out to be a door that opened into shelves filled with shoes.

She blinked at this, playing with the door for a bit before looking at the shoes there were. Her mouth fell open in shock, for many of the shoes had heels, something that she didn't care much for. While she wasn't extremely clumsy, she didn't get along with heels very well, and the fact that there were some that went extremely high didn't make her feel very good.

At the bottom, there were a few pairs of boots, but none of them looked like something she would wear either, as they were almost all platformed and looked smaller than regular boots. Shaking her head, she shut the door before heading over to the final column of drawers.

Going to open the first one, she hoped that there wasn't a surprise like that last column, and found - to her relief - that there wasn't. Opening he first drawer all the way, she looked in, and found that there were two rows of jewelry. She here eyes went a bit wide as she noticed the centerpiece that the others seemed to frame.

It was a beautiful set, she had to admit. The necklace was made of silver sterling, with a blue sapphire heart in the middle, hanging with smaller sapphire hearts surrounding it. The chain was smaller than most, making her believe that it was supposed to be a choker.

There was a matching drop earing set, that had three sapphire hearts, which started out small and got bigger. However, what really caught her eyes was the ring. A silver ring with two small triquetras surrounding a sapphire heart that was between them made her sigh slightly. It was the kind of ring that she could just imagine the man who would be her fiancé giving her…

A sudden suspision accured to her as she looked back at the pieces. She remembered that she had once written down what she thought would be the perfect engagement ring for when she got married in her diary, which went missing for a week several weeks ago. She eventually found it again, and didn't think anything of it's disappearance, but now she wondered if there was something she was missing, something that was staring her right in the face.

Shaking her head, she closed the drawer, moving down to the next one, which held hair things. She didn't bother looking through it all that much, though she did notice a hair band that had blue crystals on it. She moved her way through the last two drawers, surprised to discover one that held a white corset with a thong, as well as some white stockings and a pair of white heels. However, it was the last drawer that made her extremely suspicious.

A white, see-through veil with white beading and a white comb rested next to a silver tiara that held only sapphire jewels in within the silver curves. Another sudden suspicion accured to her, and she started looking around at all the clothes on the hangers. She saw nothing unordinary about the clothes until she came to the bar next to the column of drawers that she stood in front of.

This seemed to be the bar filled with the nice dresses, but she didn't bother looking at each of them as she moved them to the side as the corner of something shapeless caught her eye. She moved the dresses out of her way until she was left staring at a garment bag that was pressed against the wall.

It was then that she faultered, afraid of what she would discover. The bag seemed to taunt her, silently challenging her to open it. Reaching forward with shaking hands, she pulled the zipper down, almost fainting as she realized that it was indeed what she thought it was.

The white wedding dress swimmed before her eyes as she backed away, quickly turning around and leaving the closet. She absent-mindedly turned off the light before closing the door, only to slump against it and slide down to the floor, still in shock.

Her thoughts were scrambled, unable to really focus as she thought about the implications as to why he had placed a wedding dress into the closet. Her breath came out in short pants as she tried to think of reasons for it, though - in truth - she knew that there could only be one reason for it, especially considering the fact that the dream ring she had thought about was also there.

It was slightly obvious that he wanted to marry her, though she didn't know why, nor did she care to find out. She felt sick upon coming to this conclusion, and forced herself not to vomit everywhere. Instead, she worked on steadying her breath, trying to get the dress to disappear from her mind.

It took awhile, but she back to focusing on how to get out of there, even more so than before. Standing up, she debated on staying on the right side of the room, and finding out what laid behind the second door, or cross over to the other side of the room, and go through the single door over there.

Biting her lip, she decided that she might as well go to the door closest to her, and opened the second door on right. A mirrored version of herself was the first thing she saw, and she quickly found the lightswitch and flicked it on, already having an idea of which room this was.

It was the bathroom, which Bella was glad to discover. Walking up to the sink, she looked at herself, finding that she looked rather sickly in her reflection. Turning on the water, she splashed her face several times before looking around for a towel and drying up when she found one.

Looking back at herself, she found that she didn't look quite as sick anymore, though she did look a bit paler than normal. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned around, looking at the bathroom. It wasn't all that much. It had a door that separated the toilet from the rest of the room, as well as a small shower. However, what really caught her eyes was the tub. While the rest of the room was small, the tub wasn't, looking as if it had been made to fit up to two people in it comfortably.

She shuttered to herself at the implications, and left the room, turning the light off. Final, she crossed the room to the other side, and immediately went to the door. Taking a deep breath as she hoped this room would yield a worthwhile result, she slowly turned the handle.

The room was extremely dark, and Bella couldn't find a lightswitch any near where she was. Frowning slight, she entered all the way, jumping when the door shut on her. Making her way to the wall, she began to feel around once again, looking for a switch. She couldn't keep the frown off her face as she discovered that the wall felt different, as if there was something on there that was obviously glued down; she could feel the paths that the dried glue took.

She continued on, moving the the next wall when she came to the corner. However, when she felt the beginning of a door, she eager stopped, looking for the doorknob. Finding it, she turned, believing that she had found a way out, only to frown when she discovered that it was lock.

Deflating extremely quickly, she continued her search, finding the switch rather easily after that. She looked towards the wall that she had come from as she switched the light on, curious to know what it was that was on there. Flicking the switch on, she discovered that it was pictures there. However, there was something about those pictures that made her move closer, only to move back in horror, for they were pictures of her.

A shuttering breath left her as she looked at the pictures, finding many of her everywhere she had gone. Few of them held other people, and there were many that were taken while she was home in her room. She continued to to look, finding a few of when she was school, as well as when she was shopping around.

She turned, unwilling to see more only to discover that all the walls were filled with pictures of her, though the back wall had the lager prints of it, and she felt like vomiting once again as she realized what the main centerpiece picture was. Her eyes blurred, and several tears slid down her face as feelings of being violated went through her, for there, on that wall, was a picture of her sleeping, nude.

She shook as more tears slid down her face. While it was only a picture, it made her feel dirty, as if he had actually touched her when he took it. She recognized when he took it; there had only been one time she slept nude since he'd `branded' her. That day and night had been hot, and she had given up sleeping with clothes on because of the heat. Her window had been opened already, as she was hoping for a nice breeze to enter the room.

That was the only night she had slept with the window open, as well as when she had slept with no clothes on, for she woke the next morning feeling slightly cold, as well as having a strange feeling, as if something had happened that she was unaware of at that moment.

Now, she knew why she had been feeling strange; she had been expose to a murderer without even knowing it, though her subconscious could feel it.

What made it even sicker to her was the fact that it was obviously not the first time he had taken pictures of her, just the only time he had been able to get one of her fully naked to his gaze. She could see that the surrounding pictures were of her in various states of undress, though most of them had her at least wearing undergarments.

Once again feeling sick, she didn't both to try and stop it, running straight for the bathroom where she fell to the ground in front of the toilet and puked. She purged her stomach of the little bit of food that was in it until she was sobbing and dry heaving. She was overwhelmed with feelings, most of which bordered on being terrified.

It took her awhile before she was able to compose herself and move away from the toilet, flushing it as she leaned back against the wall as slowly used it to get up. Unsteady on her legs, she used the walls to move into the bedroom. Unwillingly, her eyes glanced over at the still opened door to the other room, and another wave of nausea went through her as she remembered what she had seen in there.

She, unable to stand seeing in there, made her way to the door, intent on closing it. However, just as she was nearing it, he appeared in the doorway. She froze, tense and scared as he walked through the open door, his expression seemingly apologetic.

“Sorry, you weren't supposed to see that yet. It isn't ready,” he said, as if it wasn't actually an invasion of her privacy. She felt anger course through, and she turned an angry gaze onto him.

“'It isn't ready?' Is that all you can say? Nothing about how much of an invasion of my privacy it was, or anything like that?” she hissed, her hands clenching into fist. More tears made there way down her face, only this time, they were due to the anger that flowed through her.

However, it seemed as if what she said was unaffective towards him, for he walked towards her, closing the door behind him, and said, “I should have made sure that door was locked. Anyways, I thought I should come and tell you that you need to get dressed and ready,” he said, moving behind her and pulling her towards the closet.

She wished to yell at him in that moment, however the words he had just said, as well as the direction he was pulling her in, made her realize that it wasn't the time to yell. In fact, at this point, she was between panicking and fighting; the fighting won, but only because she knew that panicking wouldn't do anything.

She tried to wrench her arm away from him, only to have him tighten his grip painfully as he past the threshold into the closet, turning on the light rather roughly. He pulled her in front of him, wrapping his arms around her waist as he efficiently began to undress her, pushing her pants from her hips rather quickly.

She sqeaked, reaching down to stop him, only to have her wrists gripped in one handwhile the other continued to undress her, her panties immediately following the pants.

She screamed, hoping to hurt his ears, only to be turned around, almost tripping on her pants, put being held up by her wrists, which were still in his hand. The free hand that had been undressing her, suddenly swung out, connecting with her face with a resounding `whap'.

Startled, and in pain, she erupted in sobs, though they were silent as she looked down at the floor, feeling defeated. As if sensing this, he let go of her wrists, which caused her hands to fall to her side.

Seemingly pleased with this, her finished undressing her, feeling himself harden as he looked at her young, supple body. Reaching out a hand, he flicked a nipple, which hardened almost immediately. A smile came to his face at this. However, his mind was quick to remind him that he had a reason for coming into this room, and quickly backed her up once again until wall, next to the garmet bag that was still opened.

He opened the drawer that held the undergarments and stockings, pulling them out and handing them to her, frowning when she didn't take them.

“Bella, put these on,” he said, frowning even more as she remained unmoving save her shoulders, which were shaking with each sobbing breath she took. He set them back in the drawer, reminding himself not to loose his temper as he closer to her, and brought his hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him.

He winced slightly as he saw the bruising skin where he had hit her. He hadn't meant to hit her that hard, just enough to get his point across. Gently running his hand over the forming bruise, he felt her flinch as she looked up at him with watery eyes.

“I'm sorry I hit you,” he said, thinking that it would help. He didn't seem to realize that she was crying over the fact that she was stuck there with him, and not with someone that she cared for. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her for a second as he brushed her her hair for a minute before going back to the undergarmets.

Grabbing the corset first, he wrapped it around her, hooking the small front hooks together one by one until he was sure that it wasn't going to fall off. He turned her around again, making her face the wall as he pulled her hair out from underneath the corset and putting it over her shoulder before tightening the laces.

Once he was positive he had them as tight as he figured they needed to be for her, he walked back over, and grabbed the thong, turning her around. He looked back at her, finding her eyes on him. He held the thong up and asked, “Should I continue dressing you, or can you do it yourself?”

Knowing she had no choice, she whispered, “Myself.”

He set the thong back down before turning to her and saying, “I'll be back in here in ten minutes. If your not done, I am dressing you, understand?”

Knowing that it would be best if she played along and acted as if she wanted this as well, she nodded her head, and he left the closet, closing the door behind him. Shaking, she continued what he had started, pulling the thong on before the stockings. Reaching with shaky hands, she finished unzipping the garment bag, pulling the dress out. She unlaced the back and put it on, slowly pulling the sleeves up her arm.

Unable to do up the back up by herself, she took a deep breath before walking out of the room. He was sitting on her bed, waiting for her. He looked up, a smile on his face as he noticed her. However, he noticed that the dress looked a little bit loose, and he frowned, looking at her with a question in his eyes.

“I…I need help with the back,” she whispered, looking down as she twisted her hands in a seemingly shy manner. Inwardly, she was yelling at herself for seeming to be okay with what was going on, and asking him to come near her, much less touch her, but she knew that she would need him to think she was okay with what was going on would be the only way for her to get away from him.

She had began thinking as she had been dressing, and realized that she was acting like a coward, something she hated. Using that hatred, she began to think rationally, and realized that the best way for her to escape would be to do as he said, and seem as if she was okay with him being near her, at least until she was no longer in this room.

Once she wasn't locked in a room, there wouldn't be a problem of her escaping, so she swallowed her revulsion towards him, and held very still as she felt his hands light touch her back as he began lacing her up. She found that he laced her up tightly, and wondered if he was suspicious of her, but realized that he probably wanted her breasts to be as shown as possible.

She knew that if she looked down, she would see her breast propped up, displayed for him to look at. Of course, they would still be covered, but the way they looked took that away a bit, for the tops were be bare to his gaze, and that was way to much skin for her liking anyways, she hated showing her body, preferring to hide it as much as she could.

However, she wasn't given a choice wearing this dress, which served to piss her off even more, which was something she desperately needed at the moment, what with her fear trying to crawl back through her veins. It helped her as he finally finished, disappearing back into the closet only to come out moments later with the crystal headband, shoes, and jewelry.

He was quick in putting the rest of her outfit on, eager to finish what he needed to finish. Once he was done, he stood back to look at her, finding a smile slipping onto his face as he looked at his bride.

That was what she was, his bride. For several weeks now, ever since he had snuck into her room and seen her completely nude, his plans for her had changed. Where he had once just wanted her in his bed and thinking about keeping her like a pet, he soon realized that he wanted more than that; he wanted to be everything to her, which was why he had killed her father.

However, what he wanted from her the most was as a bride, for he knew that if he married her, she would be bound to him in a way that wasn't easily broken, for he would never let it fade, no matter if she wanted it to, though he knew that she wouldn't. After all, he had never seen someone as beautiful as her, nor has he ever wanted a female as much as he wanted her.

However, he knew that, without a marriage liscence, her mother - who he could seem to find because of exessive moving - could easily try to claim her back and gain custody. It was why he had faked a documentary with her father's signature saying that her father had given permission for a quick marriage between them.

It would be harder for her to be taken from him if they were married. She would be his to the eyes of the world, despite how young she was. He had already taken care of that; bribing a crooked judge to sign the documents to bind them together wasn't that hard, nor was it hard to bribe some others to sign as witnesses.

In fact, all he needed was for her to sign the certificate, and she would be his wife. It would end up being a real marriage, something he had failed at with his last two wives. He was determined not to fail with her.

“Come on, let's go,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her with him. She tripped slightly over the shoes, not used to them. They made a rather loud clunking sound as she walked, and she knew instantly that she would have to remove them before she attempted to run.

She watched where they were heading, hoping that it would yield some kind of result, only to be disappointed when it didn't Everything looked the same. She continued to look around, unaware that he had noticed, and was now watching her suspiciously.

He seemed to know that she was planning something.

Soon, they made it to the room where he had left the marriage certificate. Opening the door, he pulled her in behind him, leaving the door opened. They only needed to be in the room for one thing, and one thing only.

The room was a study that he hardly used, and he pulled her to the desk, handing her the marriage certificate that had several signatures on it, though it still needed hers. He also handed a pen, wrapping one arm around her waist to keep her in place.

She swallowed hard as she looked at the document that he had handed her. Bile rose in her throat, and she wished she could throw the document to the ground - or, better yet, rip it up into little pieces - but the rather tight grip around her waist told her that it wasn't an option.

Biting her lip to keep a whimper down, she shakily signed her name, tears blurring her eyes. She set the pen onto the paper, and back away slightly, relieved when he let go of her waist. She watched as he went to put the certificate back where he had originally grabbed it from when she realized that now would be a good time to run; she was glad that she had wiggled out of the shoes, though her feet now hurt.

She quickly turned and dashed out the door, turning back the way they had originally come, unaware that he had noticed her run sooner than she would have like.

He let her waist go, leaning over to put the certificate back, when he felt her move. Looking up, he saw the bottom of her dress whip out of sight; he caught sight of her shoes on the ground, which explained why there was no noise coming from her.

Anger raced through him. He should have realized that her docility was a trick. He knew that she had been planning on doing something, he just hadn't realized what it was until then. He changed a glance back at the certificate, calming slightly as he realized that it didn't matter that she had decided to run just then; she had already signed it.

She was his, and there was nothing she could really do about it; he wouldn't allow her.

He decided to wait for a few minutes, knowing that she wouldn't find her way out; he had manage to drag her far in the underground he had built under his house. The house that he had killed her father in was just an illusion; there was actually a mansion underneath, hidden from others so he wouldn't be bothered as much. It was connected to several other houses in the area, all his.

He chuckled as he locked the certificate in a safe drawer; even if she did find her way back to the door that led between being above ground and under, she would never be able to open it; he had one of the keys kept with him at all times as well as another key hidden way out of her reach.

He took his time before looking at his watch, figuring that he had given her enough time. He grinned to himself, a drak grin that would have scared anyone looking at it, and terrified her had she seen it.

It was time for him to find and bed his bride.