A/N: SM owns Twilight. I own this dark, torturous shit.

Control

BPOV

As I dragged the murderous bastard back to his house, I fantasized about hurting him. I wanted to break him down physically and emotionally until there was nothing left and he was just as dead inside as I was. But what could possibly be punishment enough for sentencing me to an eternity of damnation? I wished there were some way to make him feel the absolute terror I had felt when he lured me out in the woods and violated my body, taking my blood and my life. He was already damned; the only adequate retribution that I could fathom would be making him feel what I felt on the day he killed me, because that would be the worst torture I could imagine.

Even as I imagined Edward shaking with terror and squirming in pain, my complex brain was cycling through different scenarios of torture, searching for an effective punishment. I still couldn't get used to how much my mind had changed since my death – it felt faster, sharper, and somehow darker… not to mention the strange ability to construct walls inside my mind. Something inside my head clicked into place in a sudden epiphany… The walls that seemed to separate my consciousness from the outside world must be a part of some supernatural vampire power. I had learned before that Edward's siblings had the strange capabilities of empathy and precognition, so for me to have some kind of flexible mental partition didn't seem inconceivable.

My sharp vampire mind had effortlessly compiled the evidence, and it suddenly became obvious that I had a mental shielding ability that had been manifesting itself since my change. And the shield didn't just serve to block my mind—it seemed that the walls around my consciousness could be expanded to encompass others, as I had done with Edward in the school parking lot. Inadvertently, I was able to shield him from his siblings' powers for a moment. I remembered the feeling—it was as though the walls of my mind stretched to enclose him in some sort of tunnel with me.

Though I still wanted to die and planned to do so soon, punishing my killer was the only thing left worth living for, and I wouldn't waste the opportunity to damage him as much as I could. If I could control my mental partition, it might be possible for me to bring Edward deeper into my mind—to show him what I want him to see, make him feel what I want him to feel, and take him into that deep, dark nothingness where I stayed after my change. In that black void, you could see nothing and feel nothing, and time lost meaning. I could think of few punishments that would be worse for an obsessive control freak than the kind of absolute vulnerability that he would feel when trapped inside the murky depths of my mind.

When we reached the destroyed front door of the Cullen house, I released Edward's neck from my grip. He automatically stretched back up to his full height, towering over me, and his silhouette was monstrously flawless in the half-darkness. "What's next, love?" he asked smoothly, failing to hide his cocky smirk. Hating his use of the ridiculous endearment, I reigned in my temper for the moment, focusing instead on the mental image of him writhing on the floor in misery.

"Wait upstairs in your room," I demanded with more confidence than I felt.

"I'll see you soon," he replied obnoxiously before disappearing up the stairs.

Searching for some sort of inspiration to make my vision of torture complete, I made my way up to the second floor. I entered the first bedroom on the right, and my eyes were immediately drawn to a pile of metal items on the bed. When I moved closer to examine them, I found a note on top, written in a neat feminine script.

Bella –

These are reinforced titanium. They can

hold him temporarily, but not if he struggles.

- Alice

I dropped the cryptic note and picked up the other items from the bed. There was a long, thick metal chain and a pair of large, sturdy-looking shackles that felt cool and solid in my marble hands. Unbelievably, it appeared that Edward's psychic sister had foreseen that I might need these items. Though she wasn't able to see my future directly, I supposed it was possible that she had a vision of her brother chained to the wall… But what kind of sister would provide torture implements to use on her brother? I had no idea, but I let out a choked giggle at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

When I thought about it though, chaining him up was a brilliant idea. Even though the chains ultimately couldn't hold Edward if he tried to pull out of them, they would reinforce his submissive mindset and emphasize his inability to control the situation.

Shackles and chains in hand, I moved up the stairs to Edward's bedroom at human speed, trying to draw out the anticipation a bit. Actually, I was getting nervous about what I was planning to do. I started questioning myself… What if I couldn't control my mental walls as well as I'd hoped? I would end up looking like a fool, and Edward would get by unscathed… I shook my head to clear it of my negative thoughts, then pushed open the bedroom door and stepped inside.

"Oh, this should be good," Edward said mockingly, looking at the metal restraints in my hands with amusement.

At that moment, I wished I would have ripped his head off when I had the chance. I furrowed my eyebrows, focusing intently on his dark crimson eyes. I felt the leaden walls within my mind lift, then snap back into place. Edward's body folded to the floor, and I could feel his consciousness inside my head. I did it! He was there, in that quiet, dark part of my mind that once served as my retreat… it was now his prison.

Inordinately pleased to have silenced him for the moment, I pulled Edward's lanky form over to the wall. When I picked up one of his lean, muscular arms to place the shackle around his wrist, I noticed an oddly pleasant buzz of electricity where our bare skin made contact. Ignoring the tingling sensation, I shackled his other wrist, then attached both shackles to the length of chain. I stood to find a place to secure the chain—it looked like I would have to somehow wrap it around the bookcase, but then I noticed a set of metallic hooks embedded in the wall. Alice!

Inexpertly, I hooked the chains to the wall, pulling Edward into a kneeling position with his arms hanging on either side above his head. Stepping back to examine my work, I thought it looked pretty secure. And I had to admit that I relished the sight of my killer, helpless on his knees. Getting a sudden inspiration, I briskly ripped his t-shirt from his lean body, hoping that he would feel somewhat violated when he awakened. His shirtless form was like a grotesque work of art, his black soul belied by an undoubtedly beautiful body.

Taking a deep breath of unnecessary air, I mentally lifted the walls and freed him from the dark recesses of my consciousness.

EPOV

I opened my eyes, only to find myself half-naked and chained to my bedroom wall. What. The. Fuck? Bella was in front of me, a smug little smile on her perfect, heart-shaped face. Instinctually, I started to pull at the restraints to free my arms, but she stopped me.

"Easy there, Edward. Don't struggle or you'll break them," she said in a lyrical voice.

"What the hell did you do to me?" I questioned, looking up at her in absolute bewilderment. One moment I was fantasizing about the naughty things I could do with those chains, and the next minute I was in a fathomless void. I had no concept of how long I was there, be it hours or years, but when I opened my eyes once more, I found myself kneeling here before my mate.

"It would seem you aren't the only gifted vampire here, Edward," Bella explained, pacing across the room in front of me. "I chained you up for effect, but obviously you could break free if you wanted. Please don't, though… I kind of like you this way."

"I won't!" I reassured her automatically. If having me bound to the wall turned her on, then I would try my hardest not to pull free from the restraints. "But how did you do that?" I persisted.

"I'm not exactly sure," she said vaguely. "I'm just now figuring it out myself. Shall we get started with your punishment?"

My cocky attitude faded as I realized that I had underestimated Isabella's ability to torment me. Just the thought of going back to that dark prison of nothingness made me shudder. I had to wonder what else she could do…

Not waiting for an answer, she came up in front of me and grabbed a handful of my hair. She yanked my head back roughly so that I was looking up at her, and I involuntarily let out a soft growl.

"Do you remember the day we met, Edward?" she began in a haunting tone. "I do…"

I felt myself being enclosed in her mental walls… I could still see, but part of my consciousness was trapped. When I was pulled deeper, I could sense Bella there with me. I was pulled deeper yet, and I found myself inside a memory. I was there with Bella, seeing things through her eyes and feeling everything she felt. It was one of the most intense experiences of my existence (second only to drinking Bella's blood), and it had only just begun…

We pulled into the high school parking lot in an ancient red truck. We felt so nervous—so unsure of ourselves that we almost didn't get out of the truck. Having never felt anything quite like it before, I didn't realize that nervousness could be so debilitating. We did get out, though, and we headed through the lot to the main office.

We walked with our hood up and our head down, pointedly ignoring the stares of the other students. We wanted nothing more than to blend into the background and become invisible. Our foot caught on a rock, and we stumbled slightly. A laugh rang out behind us and our cheeks heated with embarrassment. The feeling of embarrassment was uncomfortable, and I hoped we didn't trip again. I was startled by the intensity and vividness of all her emotions, because I hadn't felt anything but rage and lust and greed in a very long time.

The memory seemed to fast-forward, then I saw him… I saw myself. He was staring at us oddly from across the cafeteria. We thought he was strange and beautiful—so ethereally beautiful that we had to look away because it was too much. After lunch, we entered the biology classroom, still nervous and uncomfortable. We didn't want to be the center of attention, but it felt like everyone was looking at us. We were directed to an empty spot in the back of the room, and when we turned to take our seat, we saw him. It was me… I had a murderous glare in my black eyes that could scare a demon back to hell. We wondered what we possibly could have done to deserve such hatred?

We had to go back there to sit with him, but we didn't want to. Every bone in our body was screaming at us to turn around and run the other way. He exuded an awful energy… it was predatory and hateful. My limbs felt almost paralyzed by fear. This… this is what she felt? It was dreadful, and so far, all he… all I had done was look at her. Fighting the urge to run, we made our way back to sit beside the furious boy-monster. He sniffed at the air and clung to the underside of the table, looking like he could spring out of his chair and pounce on us at any moment. We felt as though our heart would beat out of our chest. This is what my victims felt like in their final moments?

As terrifying as he was, almost against our will, we were captivated by him. Everything about him seemed to draw us in—he was so sensual and so powerful… We could feel the first stirrings of arousal deep in our stomach, and it felt so wrong, but we couldn't stop the hot, achy feelings from building up inside. We fantasized about touching him, but it made us uncomfortable because we had never even considered touching a man before. We wondered what he would look like, or what he might taste like...

We were shocked when he asked us to follow him outside, but we were almost hypnotized by his voice. He blew a breath of the sweetest scent imaginable into our face, and our thoughts went fuzzy. No! We were being led outside… we didn't want to go, but we couldn't stop. We were powerless to refuse him. He smiled to reassure us, but it was a dark expression that set us even more on edge. He was circling us and touching us while our mind was wracked with confusion. We started to panic… he wasn't what he seemed to be. He was bad. He was wrong. He was going to hurt us.

I was utterly terrified, and my body shook uncontrollably. God, would it ever end? Sickly, he seemed to enjoy our terror. A tear rolled down our cheek and he licked it off with his strange, cold tongue. He was nuzzling us and rubbing his hardness on us and it was unfamiliar and awful. We were so afraid…

"Stop!" I screamed. I almost imagined that my eyes were still filled with Bella's salty tears. "That's enough! I don't want to see any more. Please!"

Bella's words broke my still heart. "I can't stop it yet… I hear the end's the best part," she said flatly.

His hands seemed to be everywhere. He was grabbing us hard in places we'd never been touched before… it hurt and it was embarrassing… we hated it. Why wouldn't he stop? What did we do to deserve this? We asked him to stop, but he refused… he was enjoying this and it didn't matter how we felt or what we said. We had never felt so unimportant… so used.

"Please don't make me endure the rest," I begged in a sob, but my plea went unanswered.

He offered to take the pain away, and we were afraid of the pain, so we let him. He kissed us and touched us… our brain was hazy with confusion, but he made our body feel good. When he started to take off our clothes, we knew we should stop him, but our hands didn't respond. We felt ashamed and exposed, but we couldn't stop what was happening. I couldn't help but get aroused by the scene playing out before me, but it felt dirty and wrong. He put his fingers inside of us and the feeling was so foreign… we didn't really understand what he was doing but it felt warm and wet and good.

Our muscles started to tighten as if we were building up to something, but we didn't know what. We wanted comfort and reassurance, but the only thing we had to cling to was the cold, uncaring monster with his hand between our legs. God, this was sick. The tension in our belly built up to a climax and a wave of warm ecstasy washed over us, shaking our body from the inside out.

While the warm waves continued, he leaned over and pierced the sensitive skin of our neck with his razor-sharp teeth—we cried out in pain and pleasure. We were so confused… we didn't know what to feel. As things got darker and duller, he twitched and moaned and squirmed beneath us. We slowly realized that we were dying, and he was enjoying it. Please, no! Our fear melted with the scene around us, leaving us feeling tired and heavy. Gradually we lost control of our limbs, and everything faded to black…

The walls lifted in the blink of an eye, and I found myself rocking back and forth slightly on my knees, my arms still chained. There was an awful, mournful screeching noise. I realized it was me—I was screaming. Eventually I stopped screaming, but my hunched body was shaking so hard that the chains were rattling against the wall. I wanted to break free from the shackles, but my body seemed to be in some sort of vampiric state of shock. I couldn't do anything but sit there, trembling pathetically.

Bella sat across from me against the opposite wall, her dark eyes filled with undecipherable emotion. "Sit up, Edward," she commanded coldly.

I tried to gather myself enough to speak. "Wha—what?"

"Up!" she said more forcefully. I attempted to straighten my back and draw my trembling body up as much as I could. "God, Edward, look at you," she said disdainfully, eyeing me. "You're hard. Is that really all it takes to get you up?"

I looked down, and it was true—the fabric my jeans was stretched with my erection. I couldn't control it… I didn't want to feel that way! I hated everything I saw and felt in her mind. But some part of me must have enjoyed it – wanted it, even – and it was disgusting. I was disgusting.

"I can't help it," I muttered, my voice breaking.

"Of course you can't," she scoffed, "you're an overexcitable virgin. Did you really think that I would ever want to be with you?" Her words were a dagger through my masculine ego.

I hung my head in shame, unable to defend myself.

Bella's hand brushed over my hard-on and I whimpered at her unexpected touch. "Is this what you want, Edward?" she cooed darkly. "Do you want me to touch you?"

I shook my head 'no'. Truly, I just wanted to throw up.

"Your cock is telling me otherwise." She reached out and massaged my length firmly through the fabric of my pants, drawing a deep groan from my exhausted throat.

"Please, stop," I mumbled weakly.

"I can't stop," she retorted matter-of-factly, throwing my own words back in my face. "I'm already going to hell anyway, so I may as well do it thoroughly."

Bella was quiet for a few minutes, and I thought my torture was over. I was wrong.

"Unfasten your pants, Edward," she said suddenly, her tone flat and unemotional.

"Wh—what?" I stuttered again. This couldn't be happening, not now…

With a sigh of frustration, she knelt in front of me and ripped my button fly apart. She tugged my jeans down a bit, and since I wasn't wearing underwear, I was completely exposed. I didn't even consider trying to fight her, because I felt utterly powerless.

"How does it feel to have your body exposed to someone else without your permission… to be helpless and vulnerable?" she growled into my face.

"Please, stop," I pled. "I never knew… I didn't realize…"

Bella continued as though I hadn't spoken. "I bet you hate to be out of control, don't you?" Her gaze dropped from my eyes, traveled down the length of my naked chest, and stopped on my erect length. I gritted my teeth in apprehension while she inspected me closely. Raising one petite hand, she grazed her fingertips over the head, and I hissed at the sensation.

She moved to kneel beside me, then she wrapped her hand around my cock and started pumping me firmly. My body responded to her touch, lengthening and hardening even more, but I wanted her to stop. Feeling helpless and ashamed, I tried to concentrate on not climaxing… for once in my life, I didn't want it. If I came to her touch, my humiliation would be complete, and she would win. When I looked down at her tiny hand working me, I almost lost it. Determined to keep control, I closed my eyes, hissing in frustration. She sped her movements, no doubt trying to finish me off, but I resisted.

"Not now," I growled softly, "Not like this, I'm begging you."

"How does it feel—" she began seductively, "not to be in control of your own body? How does it feel when it bends to someone else's will and you can't stop it?"

I resisted her with everything in me. My eyes were squeezed shut and I was panting for air, pained determination scrunching my face. Bella's unoccupied hand crept up my stomach to rub my nipple roughly, and I couldn't contain the cry that escaped my lips. My body started to shake from all the stimulation, and I was losing control fast. With two fingers, she wiped something wet across my mouth. My tongue darted out and swept the wetness from my bottom lip, and I recognized the taste. It was Bella's arousal.

My orgasm hit me like a freight train, and I came with a grunt all over the floor. I was still trembling and panting, but Bella didn't pause for even a moment. She just stood up and wiped her hand on her jeans, walking to the door with barely a look in my direction. "Clean up the mess you made on the rug," she said condescendingly, shutting the door behind her.

I was left, chained to the wall in a puddle of my own venomous semen, stripped of both my clothes and my dignity.

A/N: How does Bella feel about what just happened? Review to find out…