FOUR| Forgive me

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"Bella?" The really tall beautiful man mutters. He has tattoos covering his body. His features dark expect his green eyes. His muscles showing from his short sleeved shirt. He was really tall and big. My eyes snaps up to him, my eyes meeting his beautiful green eyes.

I'm in terrifying situation and I'm hypnotized by his beautiful green eyes. Seriously, Isabella?

How does he know my name? No one has called me by my name in 10 years.

More tears pour down my face in fear. His hand was resting on my cheek and it left me on edge. Expecting a sudden blow to my face.

He suddenly gets up, making flinch and cower away. Instead, he turns around and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

I get the bedsheets to cover my ugly scarred legs.

Where am I?

Is that guy my new master?

I don't want a new master. I just want to be free.

I get up whimpering when my sore body aches. I head to the bath room, closing the door behind me and noticing a lock. My brows pull in. We're allowed have locks on our doors here?

I lock the door and turn around looking at my self in the mirror. A gasp flies out of my mouth at my state. My hair is all knotted up, my cheek is bruised, my face tear stained, my eyes swollen. And for the kicker, blood between my legs.

I know it's not my period because that ended a couple days ago. So it must be from what Nikolai did yesterday.

I cry and wince in pain as I clean up between my legs with a wet towel. Suddenly I hear knocks on the door. Rough loud knocks. I flinch, the towel falling from my hand as I look to the door in panic.

"Isabella, come out." I hear a man's voice. The same tattoo covered man.

I shake in fear, but comply to his command. God knows what he would do if I disobeyed him.

He looks really strong. I really don't want to know how much his punishments hurt.

I open the door, walking out, keeping my head low. This time it's him and some other guy. The other guy looks kind of like him but younger, no visible tattoos and he has brown eyes.

"Isa? That- that's-" the other guy starts but turns speechless.

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