Michael just sits there, whimpering as he stares at Jessica's dead body as I move it to the corner of the room, dumping it next to Tyler. He has little to worry about though…he'll be joining her soon enough.
"This is crazy guys. Just let us go. We can figure something out…just tell us what you want. I'm sure we can come up with a price that makes everyone happy here," Alice says.
"Price? You think we want your money? That we can be bought?" I hiss at her. "This has nothing to do with money. This is about us finally taking back control from all of you. This is about Bella and I getting what's owed to us."
"But…but there has to be some way we can make a deal," pleads Rosalie, causing Bella to spin and face her.
"Listen you dumb blonde bitch, I'd suggest shutting that sewer of a mouth of yours…unless you want to be next…"
Rosalie says nothing after that, and Bella moves on to the person who's next on our list.
Walking over to her, she stops and crouches down next to her.
"Hi Ang…" Bella say's in an obnoxiously cheery voice, causing Angela to start to whimper and beg for God to save her.
"Oh no, no Angela…I'm sorry to say that God's not here at the moment. But Edward and I are, so don't worry…we promise to take real good care of you," Bella says with a chuckle.
Bella grabs Angela by her bound feet and drags her to the middle of the room before hoisting her up onto the coffee table. Once Angela's on the table, Bella grabs some extra rope, and ties her to the table so she can't move before heading over to behind the couch and grabbing the wooden baseball bat we had placed there.
Angela's eyes widen as Bella approaches her with the bat, and I can only imagine she's put together just what Bella plans to use it for.
"Okay Angela," Bella says. "We're going to play a little game called Truth or Consequences. I'm going to ask you some questions, and I want you to tell me the absolute truth, because if you don't…well…I get to decide on a consequence for you. Do you understand the rules Angela?"
Angela murmurs out a yes, her voice trembling as her eyes seek out Ben, as if he'd be able to do anything to save her.
"Don't bother looking for him sweetheart, he won't be able to save you," I tell her.
"First question," Bella begins. "Do you remember what happened to me at our middle school graduation picnic?"
"Ye..yes," Angela stutters. "You, you ate one of the cupcakes and spazzed out. They had strawberries in the center of them. You had some weird allergic reaction."
"That's right," Bella replies as she twirls the bat back and forth between her hands. "I'm highly allergic to strawberries and I started getting all itchy, and then my throat started to close up. I had to go to the hospital."
"Now," Bella continues. "Do you remember what happened during our junior year of high school?"
"Junior year…well…a lot of things happened then. Maybe you could be more specific."
"Don't get smart with me you stupid bitch. You know exactly what I'm talking about," Bella growls out as she swings the bat, bringing it down hard on Angela's lower legs and her knees. The crack I hear tells me something definitely broke, and from the looks of things…it wasn't the bat.
Angela wails out as Bella pummels her legs with the bat.
"Okay…okay!" She screams. "I remember! Just…just don't hit me anymore."
"Good…now, why don't you tell me what you remember."
"My dad was pissed at me," Angela starts, her breath coming in short gasps as she tries to keep from crying. "I ran up an insane bill on my cell phone and he said I either had to get a job to pay off the bill or I could give up the phone and be grounded for the rest of the school year. I decided to get a job. The only thing I could find was a job working at the diner as a waitress. You and Edward came in to eat, and when you ordered dessert, I switched out the raspberry sauce that was supposed to be on yours with strawberry."
The anger inside me that had been starting to calm begins boiling again as Angela continues her story. I was so scared that day. Bella had such a bad allergic reaction, I thought she was going to die.
"Keep going Angela…I never told you to stop talking," Bella tells her as she brings the bat down across Angela's ribs.
"PLEASE!" Ben screams out. "Don't hurt her anymore. She'll do whatever you want."
"Dude, just shut the fuck up," Jasper hisses at him as Ben begs for mercy on Angela's behalf. "Don't beg…if you beg you're just giving them what they want."
The begging won't work though…he'll find no mercy within these walls.
"Then she better start talking!" Bella screams.
"I…I waited around," Angela says, her voice raspy, her breathing labored. "I knew you had the allergy and the rest of the group was eating at the diner, and I…I thought it would be funny to watch you spazz out."
Angela screams out in pain as Bella brings the bat down on her ribs again.
"You didn't just watch though did you Angela…"
"Nnn…no," she coughs out. "I saw you go for your EpiPen. But you dropped it, and it landed near my feet. I kicked it away behind the counter so you couldn't find it."
"That's right," Bella says, her voice taking on an eerie calm. "I could barely breathe. I begged you for help while Edward called 911…and you ignored me, wouldn't listen and just walked away."
Bella tosses the bat aside and whips out her butterfly knife, causing Angela to try to squirm and scream on the table as she pisses herself.
Bella backhands Angela across the face as she cuts the ropes tying her to the table as she says "Stop moving unless you really want me to cut you."
Once the ropes are cut, Bella yanks Angela up by the back of her neck, causing her to whimper as she's positioned in a seated position.
I walk over to Ben and hold him against the wall with a knife to his throat.
"Now Angela," Bella says. "You see Edward over there? I need to undo your cuffs for a moment, and I need you to be a good girl and not move while I do that, because if you move…even just one fucking inch, Edward is going to turn Ben's throat into Swiss cheese okay?"
"I won't move…I promise. Just don't hurt Ben."
"Good girl," Bella replies as she undoes the cuffs. "Now…let's see just how well you listen and can follow those directions."
Bella uses her knife to cut open the top of Angela's dress down to her waist, and then digs the knife into her flesh, dragging the knife down, cutting a vertical line down her stomach.
Angela's screams are blood curdling and her hands grip down on the edge of the table she's sitting on as she struggles not to move.
Bella offers an evil laugh as she wipes the tears off of Angela's face.
"Very good Ang. We're almost done here, so just try to keep still a little bit longer," she says as she presses the knife to Angela's skin again, dragging it across her stomach, making the horizontal line that finishes the T that has been carved into Angela.
Angela is full out snot sobbing as Bella takes her arms and recuffs her, this time with her hands in front of her.
"You did good Angela. Look, Ben is fine and I'm putting my knife away," I tell her, trying to distract her from what Bella is doing behind her.
Bella walks around in front of Angela, a long length of rope in her hands that she is working into a noose.
Once the noose is finished, Bella drags a stool over near the table and places the rope around Angela's throat.
"Please…please no. I…I don't want to die," Angela begs.
"Hush now Ang…you're getting yourself all worked up. I just think you need a little lesson okay?"
"Please…I have children at home. Two little girls…they need their mommy. Have some compassion Bella, please,"
"You almost killed me, and you want me to have compassion for you?" Bella growls out, tightening the noose around Angela's neck.
Angela claws at it, scratching herself in the process in an attempt to free herself from her impending demise.
Stupid woman…she should realize that there's nothing, there's no one who can save her now.
I step in to help and prop Angela up on the stool as Bella ties the noose to one of the exposed ceiling beams.
I can't help but enjoy myself as I toy with Angela, nudging the stool with my foot and making it wobble, reminding her that we hold her life in our hands…that at any moment, we can take it from her…and that soon enough, we will.
Once the rope is secured to the beam, Bella walks back to Angela's side, and stands up on the coffee table so she can reach Angela better.
"You see Angela…you didn't listen to me that day when I needed help. You didn't listen to me all the times I pleaded with you and begged you to stop tormenting me in school. It seems to me you have a problem with listening…that you don't seem to know how to use those ears of yours. Maybe you just don't need them," Bella says menacingly before grabbing Angela by her left ear and slicing it off of her head.
The blood starts pouring and Angela starts to scream as I hold her firmly in place on the stool….after all, we don't want our fun to end before we planned.
Bella grabs Angela's face, prying her mouth open and stuffing her ear into her mouth.
"Now…since you clearly don't listen, you have no need for that ear. Now eat that fucking thing before I cut off the other one and make you watch Edward shred your husband to pieces."
"STOP THIS!" Eric cries out. "Just stop all of this. We get it…we all fucking get it…we were assholes, just…for the love of all that's holy let us go."
I turn towards Eric and give him a bone chilling look.
"If you don't want to end up like Angela here, or Jessica or Tyler…I suggest you shut the fuck up right now."
Eric doesn't say another word.
Bella backs away from Angela and we both watch her struggle to consume her own ear, as she eventually swallows but ends up vomiting all over herself a few seconds later, the ear being brought up in the process, coated in bile and landing on the floor.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk" Bella says. "Now look at that mess you made."
She heads over to the couch and grabs the bat again…and I can tell she's about done playing with Angela. I back away from the stool, laughing at how hard Angela needs to struggle to stay upright and let Bella have the room she needs to finish.
The bat firmly in her hands, Bella approaches Angela and asks her one final question.
"So Angela…have you learned your lesson yet?"
Bella doesn't even give her time to respond before taking a hard swing to her legs, effectively knocking her off the stool.
Angela's hands fly up to the rope again, struggling unsuccessfully to find a way to keep herself from hanging,
Bella meanwhile, continues to swing at her like she's a piñata, each blow coating her, the bat and the walls in Angela's blood…I've never seen a more glorious sight, the entire scene causing my cock to strain against the zipper of my jeans…Bella and I will definitely have to address that soon.
Each blow causes a choked, gurgled whimper to come from Angela, until her arms fall limply in front of her, and her body convulses as she finally dies. Bella takes one final blow to Angela's now lifeless body, hitting her in the head before dropping the bat.
She looks up at me, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, her body covered in blood, and a crazed, lust filled look in her eye, and I know…before we continue with our plan…the two of us are going to have a little fun of our own.
A/N: So…yeah…Angela got dealt with this time. Next chapter will be a good one…a lemon and another one of the Elite Eleven will be taken out. So remember, 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.
Retribution was also nominated in another set of awards. The Twilight Eclipse Awards are going on now, and Retribution was nominated for Best Suspense/Thriller under the full length fic categories. Voting is going on now, so if you get a chance, head over to twilighteclipseawards(dot)blogspot(dot)com and please vote.
Next chapter should be up in about a week and a half to two weeks.
Til next time,
Stephanie