"So…" Bella says, causing our remaining victims all to finally look at us again. "Who wants to go next?"

"You're never going to get away with this," Angela tells us, confident that by saying that she'll somehow convince us to put an end to our activities.

Bella and I just laugh, if only she knew just how well planned this entire venture has been.

"You two are seriously fucked in the head," shouts Eric.

"We're fucked in the head?" Bella questions. "Do we really need to start comparing who the more fucked up individuals are here…I mean hell…it was what you all did to us that made us turn out like this."

I can't help but notice how he worriedly glances over towards where Lauren is tied up. I shouldn't antagonize him, but I do anyway, twirling a knife in my hand as I walk towards her…directly in his line of sight.

"Stay the hell away from her!" Eric growls, even though I can hear the underlying tone of fear in his voice.

"Why should I," I ask, a bit of a chuckle escaping me. "None of you ever once listened to me when I asked you to do the same with Bella."

I crouch down, and trace down the side of her face with the point of the knife, careful not to actually cut her…yet, and relish the whimpers that she makes and the tears that start to fall down her face.

As soon as I reach her chin I pull the knife away and stand back up, facing Eric again.

"No worries Eric…it isn't her turn yet, so she can still keep that pretty little face of hers…for now."

It's easy for us to pretend that we don't know who we're going with next, even though we do. Our entire selection order has been predetermined, although we did leave some leeway in case adjustments needed to me made for anything unexpected.

We had agreed that Bella would get to interrogate Tyler…our second victim…she was to be mine.

She surprised me so far tonight…hadn't really said much about the entire situation. But that could also work in our favor…show the rest of these assholes that even if they try to play along that no one is safe, just like Bella and I were never safe in high school.

Her hair is up in a high ponytail…a perfect tool for me to use grab her and move her around as I please.

Taking a fistful of her hair in my hand, I drag her away from the wall and into the center of the room.

"Jessica…you're our next lucky contestant on…Beg For Your Life" I say sarcastically as I toss her where I want her.

The thud her head makes as it bounces off the floor is loud and echoes off the walls.

She groans as she tries to look around the room, a clearly dazed look in her eyes, but the sight of my knife helps her focus on the situation at hand.

Michael starts to struggle against his binds as I get closer and closer to his wife.

"Don't you fucking touch her you bastard! I swear to Christ I'll make you pay if you do anything to her," he yells.

Bella swiftly kicks him in the stomach to shut him up. As he gasps for air she grabs him by the chin, holding his mouth open.

She traces her knife around his lips, and in a truly menacing voice gives him a warning. "If you don't shut that annoying fucking mouth of yours Mikey, I'll cut that vile tongue right out of it and then feed it to you, is that understood?"

Michael just nods in response before Bella puts the knife away and stands next to me.

"Ready baby?" she asks me, nodding her head towards Jessica.

"Absolutely," I whisper back to her before giving her a kiss on the lips and focusing my attention on Jessica.

I grab her by her hair again and drag her so she's on the floor in front of the couch. I take a seat and just stare at her for a moment as I gather my thoughts before speaking.

"Now Jess, I just want to talk with you for a little bit okay?"

She nods her head as she tries to look calm, but her quickened breathing and the tears that are pouring down her face tell me she's anything but.

"Do you remember how you used to talk to me in high school? How you always called me names…called me names like Fagward Sullen?" I feel the anger surge through me as I recall the names she used to call me…the names everyone would start using once she did.

The anger takes over and I use the knife in my hand to slash open her blouse and bra in one fell swoop, exposing her chest to everyone in the room. She screams as she sees the knife come towards her and struggles to try to cover herself, even though trying to do so is futile…the way she's tied up offers little room for movement.

"I…I…please, just let me go" she begs, unable to form any coherent sentences.

"Shhh, Jessica. Calm down now…we're just talking remember?"

Her sobs die down to dull whimpers and I take the opportunity to continue talking.

"You were always so mean to me…always had to find some way to put me down. Like the time I won that award for my chemistry project at the state science fair. You told everyone that I had a baby dick…that I had to hold it with tweezers when I went to the bathroom and that for my project I created some sort of penis growing juice so I could finally try to fuck my boyfriend in the ass."

Now it's not only anger that is coursing through me, but full blown rage as I make the first cut into her flesh, a vertical line that goes from just below her breasts down to her navel.

The cry she lets out is ear piercingly loud. Bella moves over to her and pins her down to the ground, using her knees to hold down Jessica's shoulders.

"Stay still you whiney little bitch, before we give you something to really cry about," Bella whispers into her ear.

Michael starts thrashing in attempt to free himself from his restraints, but Bella whips out her knife and places it to Jessica's throat as she gives him a look.

"Got ants in your pants Mike? You know…if you don't stop moving, I might just get distracted and slip and cut her pretty little throat wide open…"

Michaels stops moving instantly, slumping defeatedly back against the wall.

"Okay Jess," I say. "Bella is going to get up off of your shoulders and stop holding you down. I need you to be a good girl and just stay put. I wouldn't want to slip with my knife now…especially since I'm almost done with you."

"Al…almost done? You…you're gonna let me go?" she asks hopefuly.

"Yes Jessica, I'm almost done. Now…lets continue," I say as I ignore the second half of her question…after all, my momma taught me not to lie.

"Do you understand how bad you made me feel Jessica? You made my life a living hell. Can you comprehend what it was like having to explain to my parents why a delivery was made to my house for an industrial sized container of anal ease after that baby dick incident you started? How hard it was to find some excuse for why I didn't have friends and why everyone thought I had a secret boyfriend somewhere?"

All I see is red as my knife cuts into her again, making first one and then another horizontal line on her stomach.

Her pleading and crying spur me on. For so long she made me feel bad…made me feel pain, and now it's my turn to pay her back in kind. I dig in even deeper as I make the final cut across her abdomen.

The blood from the E carved into her chest runs down her body.

She whimpers, begging us "Please, stop…just stop or end me now…either way, please…just…no more pain please."

The thing is though...we won't stop, we're nowhere near ready to stop. Our games are just beginning.

"Your pleas mean nothing to me," I hiss at her, digging into her skin and dragging the knife along her face, leaving a trail of red in its wake. I continue my carving along her arms, chest, and legs, slicing and cutting everywhere I can reach.

"You deserve this you know…you always made me feel like shit. Now it's your turn."

She writhes on the floor in pain as she begs for mercy, asking me to have pity on her. Little does she know, her suffering has just begun.

"You showed no compassion to me Jessica. What makes you think I'd show any to you. Your words did more damage than you could ever imagine. They were like a slow acting poison eating away at me day by day from the inside out."

She attempts to prop herself up against the couch. As she tries, I kick her in the side of the head, knocking her flat against the floor before kneeling next to her.

Leaning down next do her ear, I whisper to her. "I promised you I was almost done, I never promised I'd let you live bitch."

I laugh as the realization that she is going to die registers and stab her once in each side, deep enough to puncture her lungs.

"NOOOOOOO, Jessica! Baby!" Michael screams out as I pull my knife out of his nearly dead wife's body.

"She got what she deserved," I tell him coldly before kicking her body to the center of the room so everyone can watch the life drain from her.

It takes close to twenty minutes for her to die, the life in her finally snuffing itself out with a final gurgled breath, a combination of her struggling to breath and choking on her own blood. The entire time the rest of them try to convince me to just put her out of her misery. They just don't understand…with how much she made me suffer, she needed to suffer too.

They'll understand soon though. Because soon…it'll be their turn to suffer too.


A/N: So…yeah…Jessica was the second to go. Just like last chapter, if you can guess who will be the next victim, I'll send you a teaser for the chapter, so make sure you take a guess when you review. Also, a big hug and shoutout to reyes139 for being a super awesome, super speedy prereader. Make sure you go check out her stories cause she writes some really amazing stuff.

I also have a super exciting & important announcement about this story. Retribution has been nominated in the iSparkle Awards. It got nominated in the category called The Screamers Award. Voting is open now, and me and Revengeward would love you all forever if you could head over to theisparkleawards(dot)moonfruit(dot)com/#/vote/4562312504 and vote. Be sure to check out the other categories too because there are a ton of great stories and authors who are up for awards.

Next chapter should be up in about a week to a week and a half.

Til next time,

Stephanie