Bella felt sick, she couldn't understand why someone would want to use another being in such ways. She'd never believed the warnings of the Elders about enslavement, she thought that was all over and done with now, but evidently not. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a reaction though. So even though it sent chills down her spine, she wouldn't show it. He was clearly mocking her for asking such questions.<br/><br/><br/>When Lucien told Bella she'd never be able to go home, she wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She couldn't let him see her cry. She tried to hide how horrible knowing that made her feel... but it didn't quite make it. Anyone who had seen her, would have known how hard she was fighting the sea of emotion that was crashing inside her.  "There is a problem, you're awful, and have no respect. I hate you." she said coldly, well as coldly as she could muster. She was not anyone's play toy, and she'd be damned if she'd accept that. Bella was angry and upset, and had she been inclined to violence, maybe have even hit out, but she wasn't a violent being, even when she really wanted to be. It just wasn't in her nature. Bella blinked, knowing she would cry if he said too much. He saw her as an amusement, not caring about any form of life she may have once had.