Hello! This is the chapter where all of you are probably going to think I'm fucking sick, but oh well.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Twilight!

*Warning: This chapter contains the torture of Alistair, some parts will get very, very graphic.

BPOV

"Jasper and Emmett have him tied up tightly, so he's not going to be able to move." Edward talked to me from the bedroom as I was getting dressed in the large walk-in closet. "And Maggie made the suggestion of putting duct tape over his mouth, so he can't say anything to try to upset you. That would be the first thing he'd try to do."

Truthfully, I was only half listening. I was more focused on what I was going to do. Yeah, it's a little messed up to sit and think about how you're going to torture someone, but I figure I've fucking earned it.

As I slipped my shirt on, my eye caught sight of the dozens of fine, white scars littering my arm. First of all, I was going to get him back for that. I'd become a firm believer in the whole 'eye for an eye' theory.

I could cut his arms a hundred times and make him nearly freeze to death, but I couldn't… rape him.

Could I?

No… that wasn't possible for a man… unless…

I'd have to ask Edward or Jasper.

"Jasper, Emmett and I will be in the room with you." Edward brought me back to what he was saying. "Rose wanted in, but Emmett and Carlisle managed to convinced her to take a break. Though she said she wants a detailed description when you're done with him."

I heard Edward chuckle a little.

I walked out of the closet and made my way over to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, moving to stand between his spread legs, and took his face in my hands. Touching Edward was as easy as breathing, it was just letting him touch me that was the tricky part.

"Thank you." I said softly, running my fingers through his hair.

He raised his hands, resting them gently on my waist.

"Anything. I'd do anything to help you, to make you feel better." He said, full of emotion.

"Even if it's torturing a man?" I laughed once, nervously.

"He deserves whatever you give him and more. He took you away from me and hurt you in the worst, most vile way a person can. Don't feel guilty or wrong about anything you do to him." Edward told me, his eyes blazing up at me with fury.

I could tell that Edward wanted to kill Alistair just as much as I did. Maybe I should let him have a go.

"What I hate the most is that he took you away from me." I whispered. "In more ways than one…" I trailed off, running my fingers down his cheek with a sigh.

I remember when it was easy for me to relax in Edward's arms, let him touch me, caress me, without any fear or worrying about something he does bringing up a bad memory.

Edward grabbed my hand in one of his and brought it to his mouth, placing a sweet kiss on the palm.

"I'm here. I'll always be here, until you're ready. You know that." He said softly.

"That's the problem. I don't understand! We've had sex before, I shouldn't be nervous. I know you're not going to hurt me." I huffed.

"Consciously, yes, you know I'd never do anything to hurt you. But subconsciously… angel, you were hurt, that's not something you get over in a couple weeks." He said, being annoyingly understanding.

"I want you to be able to touch me. I want you to be able to throw me down on the bed and have your way with me, without me freaking out and sobbing all over you!" I cried out, frustrated.

"Well I like the 'having my way with you' part." Edward raised his eyebrows teasingly, making me smile. "And maybe we can do that… in a couple months… or after we're married."

My breathing stopped as he said the M word.

Married.

It brought up images of me in a white dress, walking down an aisle to Edward in a tux… going off to some exotic location that Edward would want to take me to for our honeymoon… coming back home and living a normal, married life like everyone else. Then lastly, the picture of children came into my head. A little girl that I could read fairytales to, teach her how to play the piano or violin, paint with her like Renee used to with me. Alice and Rose would spoil her rotten with clothes, Jasper would teach her how to defend herself, Emmett would teach her to cook, and Edward would be the poster child of an overprotective father.

I was surprised I wanted that. I had always liked other peoples children, I just never gave having my own much thought. I wanted a child, someday.

You have to be able to have sex to have children, idiot.

"Why do you have to be so good?" I asked, pushing that out of my mind for now.

"What?" Edward frowned up at me.

"Most men would think I was being stupid or that there was something wrong with me." I elaborated.

"Yeah well, most men are inconsiderate idiots. Esme raised me better." He smirked.

"Maybe I should get her some flowers." I teased lightly.

A knock at the door sounded and I jump a little, moving away from Edward.

"What is it?" Edward called out.

"Can we get this show on the road? This asshole is looking a little too cocky downstairs." Maggie's voice asked through the door.

"I think we should let him stew down there for a while, like he did with me." I mumbled.

Memories of how I'd spent days down in that basement, with no one but Bree to bring me food and water, and sit with me and creep me out. That was just as much a part of the torture as him physically hurting me was.

"We can do whatever you want with him." Edward said, brushing my hair back over my shoulder.

"First, I want to get him back for this." I held my arm out to him. He took it carefully, wrapping his long fingers around my wrist, his thumb brushing against the closest one.

"Then we better get started."

Just as Edward had said, Alistair was firmly tied up, but instead of the chair, Jasper and Emmett had made a change of location. He was hanging from a beam on the ceiling by a think length of rope, tied in surprisingly intricate knots around his wrists. His legs were tied together in the say way around his ankles, leaving him hanging helplessly a couple inches off the ground. A piece of silver tape was over his mouth, muffling anything he had to say.

"You think you can work with this, Belly B?" Emmett asked, standing beside me while he admired his work.

I nodded to him, staring at Alistair. He seemed so… so… non-threatening. Even though he was squirming around in his bindings, trying to get loose and shooting death glares at everyone, he suddenly seemed as dangerous to me as Cheese.

I lifted my chin and met his eyes when I saw him staring at me, showing him that I wasn't afraid anymore.

"There are many tools for you to choose from." Jasper led me over to the counter, motioning like he was Vana White to what I could only call torture devices. Everything from simple looking knives to complex metal contraptions were spread across it, making me wonder why Edward and the guys had them in the first place.

I gave Edward a look, but he just shook his head.

"Can I… could I do this alone? Just for a few minutes?" I asked quietly.

All three of them looked surprised, giving each other glances.

"Are you sure that's what you want to do?" Edward asked seriously.

"I'm sure. I'll yell if I need you." I assured him.

Edward gave Alistair a long, steady glare, before nodding slowly to me.

"We'll be right outside the door." He murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I watched as all three of them filed out, glancing back between me and Alistair hesitantly. I hated to send them away, but I had to do this part on my own. I didn't think I could say the things I needed to say if Edward, Jasper and Emmett were hovering behind me.

As the door swung shut behind Emmett, I took in a deep breath, steadying myself before I turned toward Alistair.

His eyes were icy daggers as I met them, but I didn't back down.

Instead, I picked up a knife from the table - it looked like an ordinary hunting knife - and walked over until I'm standing inches away from his suspended body.

"Why?" I asked him. I knew he couldn't say anything in return because of the tape, but it was still therapeutic to say it out loud. "Do you not care that you drag innocent people into your sick little games? Are you so fucked up that you really get your rocks off on other peoples pain? And I'm not just talking about me - what about Maggie, Bree, and I'm sure there's been countless others. Well you know what? I'm not going to sit by and take it. Not anymore."

With that, I stretch up until the blade is resting against his exposed inner arm, look him directly in the eyes, and slowly bring the knife down, making sure I cut deep enough that blood flows down his arm.

He lets out a pained grunt against the tape and his face scrunches up, clearly resting the urge to scream.

"I'm going to do that for every cut you did to me… but I'm not going to focus on one area." I told him. To prove my point, I ripped his shirt open with the knife and slid it down his abdomen, making a streak of blood flow down his skin.

"You're going to sit in here and rot, like you made me for weeks!" I cried, cutting another part of his torso. "I'm going to come down here every day and torture you, to make you suffer like you did to me!"

By now, he's yelling and flopping around in the air, but it's not doing him any good.

"You know, I could have taken you cutting me, making me nearly freeze to death, letting Bree make me do drugs, half starving me to death… I wouldn't be as angry as I am now. But you raped me, and you know what that's going to get you?" I hissed, making sure I was standing right beside him, my mouth inches away from his ear. "I am going to make sure that Edward does something very creative, involving this knife and your dick."

Alistair actually whimpers at my last words, shaking his head violently.

I make another satisfying cut along his ribcage before throwing the knife back down on the table and stomping to the door. Opening it, I immediately spot Edward leaning against the opposite wall, watching the door intently.

"Your turn." I said to him, motioning for them to enter.

EPOV

"Belly B… you made him cry." Emmett said in awe as we looked at Alistair.

Blood was dripping down his body in a few places where Bella had taken my hunting knife to him, and Emmett was right - tears were obviously running down his face.

I felt a lot of pride in that moment.

My Bella made that asshole cry.

I couldn't hold back the smile on my face as I looked down at her.

Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were shining, her hands shook as she glared up at him, but I knew it wasn't because she was scared.

She was angry.

I was afraid that her being in here - alone at that - with Alistair would scare her or set her back, but it seemed to be doing the exact opposite. Maybe this really is what she needs.

"Can I have a turn?" Emmett asked her, almost pleading, like Alistair was Bella's new toy.

"Knock yourself out." Bella shrugged.

Emmett's eyes danced with glee as he and Jasper stepped up to the table with all the weapons on it. While Em and Jasper were busy, I took Bella by the arm and pulled her aside.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly, smoothing her hair down.

"Actually… yes." She sounded a little surprised. "It helps, I don't know why, it just makes me feel better to inflict pain on him. Is that wrong?" She asked softly, looking down at the floor.

"Hey." I hooked my finger under her chin, pulling her face back up. "That's not wrong. I know that a lot of people might say it is, but if it helps, if I makes you feel better and heal, that can't be wrong. Alistair is a bad person; he deserves to be punished. It doesn't matter who does it."

Bella nodded, looking more confident with my words.

"In that case… I want you to do something for me… to him." She said slowly.

"What is it?" I asked, more than willing for suggestions.

She bit her lip, looking hesitant, before standing on her tip-toes and whispering it into my ear. My eyes widened at her suggestion, then I grinned.

We're going to have a lot of fun.

I took my time rolling my sleeves up, not looking at the bloody, limp body hanging from the ceiling.

Emmett and Jasper had their turn, which involved the breaking of all his fingers, adding to the cuts Bella had done, including slicing off various pieces of skin along his arms and chest, leaving patches of bloody, exposed flesh.

It wasn't a pretty sight.

Bella had sat in the corner, watching Em and Jasper do their work, listening to Alistair try to scream past the tape.

Now, it was my turn. I couldn't do everything that I wanted now, since Bella told me she wanted him to sit down here for a few days, making him wait and torturing him like he'd done to her. I was going to have to pace myself.

That was fine; I could save the grand finale for the last day, put right now I needed to get some frustration out.

"Can you give us some privacy, guys?" I asked Emmett and Jasper, wanting this to be just between me, Bella and Alistair.

Emmett looked a little disappointed that he couldn't stick around for the good stuff, but walked out behind Jasper anyway, leaving us alone.

Bella got up from her seat in the corner, coming to stand beside me.

"You're going to keep him alive, right?" She whispered, so Alistair could hear.

"Carlisle can help keep him alive for a little while." I whispered back.

It was true, Carlisle had many things handy in his little bag that could keep Alistair alive and conscious for a few days, no matter what we do to him, short of stabbing him in the heart or chopping off his head.

"This is going to get messy." I warned her.

"I want to see." She said simply, stepping back and letting me do my work.

I'd had Maggie bring me down the iron fireplace poker, which I now picked up from it's resting place against the wall. Down here in the basement, we had one of those old fashioned wood burning oven/fireplace things. Esme had some name for it but I couldn't remember. The point was, it provided me with a nice open flame to heat up the fireplace poker with.

Sticking the poker in a good five inches, I watched patiently as the metal began to heat up, slowly turning a nice orange-red color.

"Now, we don't want you bleeding out and dying before we're finished with you, so I thought it would be helpful if we cauterized those cuts of yours." I said to Alistair sarcastically, twirling the poker around as I walked toward him.

I wasted no time in laying the hot end across the first of many bloody cuts. His skin made a satisfying sizzle and he screamed through the tape, his entire body tensing against the poker.

I saw Bella smile, trying to hide it behind her hand. I pulled the poker away to reveal a line of melted, bubbling flesh, then quickly placed it on a cut on his chest. I repeated the process several times, having to reheat the poker a couple times to get the maximum effect.

By the time I was finished, Alistair was nearly unconscious, just hanging there, whimpering and crying as I laid the poker against his flesh.

"Is there anything else you want to do, angel?" I asked Bella, tossing the poker into the bucket of water I had set to the side.

She gave Alistair a good, long look. "No… we've been down here for like two hours. I think that's enough for tonight. I want to go to bed."

Your wish, my command.

"Alright, I'll have Carlisle and Emmett come down and take care of him." I said.

Without another glance in Alistair's direction, I took Bella's hand and lead her out the door.

"I can't sleep." Bella's little voice whispered in the darkness.

After we'd finished with Alistair, Bella and I came back upstairs to try to go to sleep, but neither of us were having much success. We had to sleep in the spare room down the hall from ours, since the door was still kicked down and everything was a mess.

Now, we were curled up together in bed, Bella molded to my side with her head resting on my arm.

"What can I do to help?" I asked softly.

"I don't think there is anything you can do." She mumbled.

"Tell me." I prodded her, not caring how silly or weird she thought she'd sound.

"Will you take a bath with me?" She asked quickly.

"But, you just took a bath a few hours ago." I said stupidly.

"Edward… will you take a bath with me?" Bella asked again, giving me a meaningful look.

It took about five seconds for me to get what she was trying to say. My mouth formed an 'O' and I wanted to smack myself for being slow. Then a thought occurred to me. Could I control myself? I probably could, but it would be hell to have a wet, naked Bella right in front of me and not touch her like my dick wanted me to. The bath earlier had been easy, because I was more concerned about how she was than anything else, but now when it was just us, without the threat of a psycho, things seemed different.

"I mean, it's okay if you don't want to. I'll just go take one by myself, I just thought it might help you relax, too." Bella was rambling on, clearly taking my silence as rejection.

"Shhh…" I gently placed my finger against her lips, smiling down at her. "Give me a minute to get everything ready."

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, going through to get the bath started and making sure all the girly supplies Bella liked where handy. I came across the bubbly shit she likes in her baths and added some into the water, watching as the mound of white bubbles grew.

When I went back out to grab Bella, I saw that she was sitting up in bed with Cheese curled up in her arms. After we finished with Alistair, Bella had had a momentary panic attack as she remembered that she'd left Cheese up in the bedroom, with no idea what had happened to him. That was when Alice popped her head in and presented Bella with the little ball of fur. Apparently Cheese was smart after all and had hid in the bathtub, out of the way of all the fighting.

"Come on." I said to her, depositing Cheese on the bed and taking her hand.

I climbed in first, amused by Bella's blush as I took my sweatpants off. Though I did turn away so only my backside was visible. In an attempt to give her some privacy as she got undressed, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the tub. Bella let out a half giggle and I opened my eyes to her.

"Edward, you can still look. It's just the touching that I have some problems with…" She trailed off softly.

Still, I looked off to the side as she took off her tank top and sleep shorts, climbing into the soapy water in front of me, settling gingerly against my chest. My sanity was thankful that the bubbles covered her breasts, because I knew I wouldn't have been able to take my eyes off them.

Since she'd just taken a bath, she didn't really need to wash, but she rubbed the bubbles over her arms anyway, humming softly.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" I asked after a couple minutes.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" Bella countered, avoiding my question.

"Bella…" I sighed, not willing to get off the subject. I need to know if something has upset her.

"It's freaking weird having Alistair chained up in the basement!" She said loudly, causing me to jerk a little.

I chuckled, but when she turned a little to give me a death glare, I shut up.

"Bella, just don't think about it like that." I tried to tell her.

"Well how am I supposed to think about it?" She asked, playing with the bubbles in front of her.

I exhaled out of my mouth and wrapped my arms around her waist under the water, which she didn't object to, and rested my chin on her shoulder.

"Think of it as… like him being in jail. He's done something wrong, and we're locking him up and punishing him for it in our own special way." I explained the best I could. "And his jail cell happens to be the basement. If you're worried about him getting out - don't be. Even if he wasn't tied up, he'd be too weak to try anything. And then he'd have to get past the basement door, which locks from the outside and only Jasper and I have a key to it."

"That makes me feel a little better." Bella said, turning her face toward mine.

"Just don't think about it." I whispered, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. "It's just you and me."

Bella turned her whole body to the side so she was halfway facing me and looked up at me, her eyes darting from my own eyes to my mouth several times.

"Edward… kiss me?" She asked hesitantly, as if I wouldn't do anything she asked of me.

I delicately held her chin in my fingers, dipping my head down to meet her lips. They were warm and soft, just like they've always been, but lately when I had kissed her, her lips had trembled against mine. I didn't think she had even noticed, but I had. Now they were sure, moving in tandem with mine as I deepened the kiss.

"We should… we should… stop." I mumbled reluctantly between kisses.

"I don't want to." Bella mumbled back, taking my bottom lip between her teeth and nibbling on it.

I about lost my shit.

Don't get me wrong, I totally and completely understand that Bella needs time to heal both physically and mentally, and I more than support her, but I haven't had my dick in anything other than my own hand in months. And now the girl of my dreams is wet, naked, and in a bathtub with me and she's making out with me.

I'm a man, I only have so much self control. If I don't stop now, I'm going to do something that will make me want to cut my dick off so it can stop controlling my thoughts.

"Wait a minute." I gasped, pulling away.

Bella was looking at me questioningly, her face flushed and her lips slightly parted as she let out little pants of air. Not making my hard on go away.

"What is it?" She asked.

"If we don't stop right now, it's not going to turn out well." I explained, clenching my eyes shut.

Think of things that will turn you off… Grandma Cullen naked… dead kittens… Emmett's skid marked underwear when we were kids… Carlisle and Esme having sex…

"Edward." Bella said softly, then I felt her little hands cup my face. "Maybe I should explain something to you - I didn't feel weak anymore. Alistair can't hurt me anymore, I know that for sure now. And torturing him is kind of like an odd sort of therapy. I'm not so… scared now. I mean, I know I'm not ready to have full blown sex yet, but… maybe we could try to do some other stuff."

"Are you positive you want to do this?" She had to be one hundred percent fucking sure about this. I had already made a mistake with her once, I didn't want to hurt her again. I don't think either of us could take it. Remembering her curled up in a ball against me, sobbing because I was a jackass and moved too fast was heartbreaking.

I never wanted her to go through that again.

"I want to do this. We need to start working on this, one way or another. We can't spend the rest of our lives not having a sexual relationship just because I'm nervous." She said.

"I have an idea." I said. "You don't have a problem touching me, right? What if you just try to… re-familiarize yourself with me? Make yourself comfortable with me again. You can touch me wherever you want, and I won't touch you unless you say it's okay."

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea." Bella admitted.

"Do you want to get out?" I asked, thinking it might be more comfortable in the bed.

"No. Right here is fine, I can't see… everything… very well, that helps a little." She blushed.

"Whatever you need, angel." I told her, kissing her lips lightly.

She didn't let me pull back from the kiss, though, reaching up to thread her fingers through my damp hair. We picked up where we left off, and my hands flew to the sides of the tub when she ran her tongue along my bottom lip.

Hesitantly, testing the waters so to speak, I parted my lips and let my tongue slip through, meeting hers. She gasped quietly, but didn't pull back. I was rock hard again and all I could was pray that she wouldn't feel it and make her uncomfortable.

Bella pulled away, gasping for breath after a couple minutes, making me curse that pesky need to breathe. Her hands unlatched themselves from my hair and began to move down my neck, giving me goose bumps as her fingertips brushed the fine little hairs there. Her eyes never left mine as her hands descended down to my shoulders, squeezing them before trailing down to my chest.

It felt so good to have her fingers running over my skin, I couldn't help but tilt my head back, feeling the pads of her fingers brush against my nipples. Her hands went down my abs, circling my bellybutton then retracing their path back up my torso.

"Not so scary, right?" I asked a little breathlessly.

"Not so scary." She agreed, smiling up at me.

"Anything else you'd like to explore?" I asked, lazily waving toward my body.

Bella laughed and I relished the sound, not having heard it much lately.

"Well… it's not the upper half of you that I have a problem with." She said, eyeing the part of me covered by bubbles.

Please Jesus, give me the strength not to start humping her right now.

"Do whatever you need to." I told her, breathing out heavily.

Bella sat in front of me for a moment, tilting her head side to side as she examined my bubble covered half, like she was trying to find the best way to do it. To me, it didn't matter how she touched me, because no matter what, I was about to explode.

Her hands rested flat on my thighs underneath the water, slowly inching their way up until she was just a couple inches away from me. I felt her right hand leave my leg, hesitating above the water, before dipping it under.

I held in my groan as her fingertips brushed around the head of my dick, gripping the side of the tub with what seemed like superhuman strength in order not to grab a hold of her.

"Not so… scary… right?" I asked through gritted teeth, trying to lighten the situation for her a little.

"The look on your face is kind of scary." She said with a sarcastic undertone. "It looks like you're about to have a seizure or something."

"Well that's what happens when the most beautiful girl in the world touches my dick." I told her, chuckling a little at her sudden sassiness.

She blushed and looked away from my face, but didn't remove her hand, which was now slowly moving down the shaft. I groaned again, tilting my head forward again to look at her.

The water and bubbles came up to her chest, covering most of her breasts. Her face was intently focused on where her hand was, cheeks covered in a light blush and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. So looked so fucking beautiful.

"Bella…" I panted out, having trouble focusing on something else than her hand wrapping around my dick. "Can I please kiss you?" I begged.

"Yes." She whispered, surprising me by leaning forward and kissing me herself.

It was a heated mess of lips, tongues, and teeth, me groaning into her mouth as her hand continued to work me. I started to thrust my hips, making the water around us slosh around. I could feel the familiar tingling heat building up in the pit of my stomach, and I knew I was about to cum like a sixteen year old boy.

Part of my brain was screaming to let Bella keep going, but the other part was telling me she might not like or be ready for me exploding all over her.

"I'm about… to… fuck… cum…" I moaned against her lips.

Bella didn't stop and for a second I thought she didn't hear me, but then her grip on me tightened and she picked up the pace.

I hadn't thought she'd be ready for this yet, but she didn't seem uncomfortable and I wasn't about to stop her now.

My hands dug into the side of the tub, still not wanting to touch her and risk her getting scared suddenly.

"It's… okay, Edward." She mumbled between kisses.

It was like I had been subconsciously waiting for her to be alright with it, because not five seconds after she spoke, the tight ball in my stomach exploded.

"Fuck!" I yelled out gruffly, feeling my entire body engulfed in heat, tingles zinging through me from head to toe.

I pulled back from Bella, trying to breathe. My hands still firmly in place on the tub, I slowly unclenched them I as came down, taking Bella's hand in my own and making sure I hadn't made a mess all over her.

She was inches away from me, cheeks as red as they could get as she looked at me, but the grin on her face told me she was happy, proud of herself.

"Are you okay, angel?" I asked after my breathing was under control.

"I think I should be asking you that." She snickered.

"Hey, that was the first time in months that I haven't had to use my own hand." I defended myself, but it was the wrong thing to say.

Bella's face fell and she looked away from me.

"I'm sorry." She whispered dejectedly.

"No." I said, making her glance up at me. "That didn't come out right. I don't blame you for not having sex with me, I'm not that much of an asshole. I just meant that it felt so fucking amazing and you have no idea how proud I am of you that you could do something like. Hell, even a week ago you wouldn't have been able to do what you just did. You should be happy - you're making progress. It's one step at a time."

Her smile returned and she wrapped her soapy arms around me in a hug.

"Thank you." She whispered, resting her head on my shoulder.

I held her to me for a minute, trying to keep my hands in appropriate places. I didn't think it was the time for me to try anything with her - she'd just now worked up to touching me, I didn't want to set her back any.

"We should get out, the water is starting to get cold." I said.

She let me help her out of the water, wrapping a ridiculously fluffy towel around her. I wrapped one around my waist then bent to pick her up in my arms bridal style, making her let out a little shriek.

On day five of the torture of Alistair, Bella finally decided that it was time to end things.

She had come down every day, repeating the basic torture of slicing him open and burning the wounds closed, but she also threw in extra things. It was something Emmett jokingly referred to as 'spicing things up'.

Even I never knew what she'd come up with, but I was never disappointed. Bella would come up with little ways of torture, things any of us had ever thought of.

Like the other day when Esme was making chili, Bella spotted the spicy jalapeño seasoning Esme was mixing into it. Us Cullen boys liked things spicy. Bella took a package of it down that night to Alistair, then after every cut one of us made in him, she would rub the spicy seasoning into the wound, making it sting like hell.

That was the moment I realized I should never, ever in my life piss off Bella Swan.

Since he was tied up, we couldn't get him into a tub to do to him what he'd done to Bella, but she became creative with it.

Filling up a large bucket of ice cold water, Bella had Emmett put Alistair's feet in it, leaving him there for a good hour. By the time it was finished, he had some serious frostbite on both feet and he was begging for us to kill him.

Yes, I took the duct tape off of his mouth, only when Bella wasn't around. It didn't matter anyway, he didn't bother with snide comments or threats, all he did was beg and cry and scream.

I felt no pity for him. None of us did.

Now though, it was finally time for us to end it. We'd put him through enough already, Bella was starting to feel a little bad for him, but I knew she still wanted to see what we had planned.

Tonight, it was just me and Bella. Emmett and Jasper were upstairs, 'missing the good part' as Emmett put it.

What we had planned for tonight would be fairly quick, but probably the most violent thing we've done to him so far. I was a little about how Bella would handle this, but it had been her idea in the first place, so I had faith.

Currently, I was heating up the fire poker, having something special planned for it tonight other than what we usually used it for.

That bastard raped my Bella… my angel… he made her afraid of everyone, made her cry herself to sleep at night and flinch when people got too close. He made her scared to have someone touch her, to hold her and comfort her.

So you know what I'm gonna do to him?

I'm going to shove this hot fire poker up his ass and see how he likes getting raped.

Bella was sitting at the table, looking down at her arms.

"Sure you want to stay here for this?" I asked one last time.

"Yes, I want to be here. I can listen, but I don't want to look." She said.

I could see her point. In order for me to do this, I'd have to pull down the bastards pants, and I'm positive Bella didn't want to see any of that again. But she could still listen to him scream.

Satisfied that the poker was hot enough, I pulled it out of the fire and took my time walking over to where Alistair was hanging. He was visibly shaking, sweat and blood covering him. All I could think of was Bella in that room, sick, scared and bloody, and any pity I might have had for him was erased instantly.

Coming to stand behind him, I practically ripped his pants down his legs until they were down to his mid-thighs.

"Let's see how you like it." I growled to him, thrusting my arm forward, efficiently burying the scalding hot poker into his ass.

He let out the loudest fucking screech I've ever heard and I saw Bella cringe a little out of the corner of my eye, but she didn't get up to leave.

"Doesn't fucking feel good, does it?" I yelled rhetorically. Repeating thrusting it in and out of his ass.

Alistair is screaming and writhing in his bindings, getting him no where.

"Kill me! Kill me! I'm sorry! Kill me please!" He yelled between screams of agony.

"Not yet." I growled, shoving it in there good and holding it for a good ten seconds.

The torture was short, but effective, lasting no more than a minute or two. I pulled the poker out of his ass and threw it onto the ground behind me, moving around him to grab my next tools. I picked a pair of metal tongs I had brought down earlier, because I sure as hell wasn't about to touch his dick, and a sharp knife.

Bella was still sitting in the corner, her head down. I took relief that she didn't look upset or disgusted, her face was blank from what I could see.

I used the tongs to grab a hold of his limp dick, holding it out so I'd have plenty of room for what I was about to do. Taking the knife to the base, I began a slow sawing motion, blood spurting everywhere. He started screaming again and I was starting to wish I'd kept the damn duct tape on his mouth.

Once I'd cut all the way through his dick, completely detaching it from his body, I flung it into the fire I'd used to heat up the fire poker.

His screams had died off and he hung limply now, his chest not moving.

The bastard had finally died.

Either from the blood loss or his body just finally gave up, I didn't care.

"He's dead." I announced quietly to Bella, throwing my torture tools on the floor.

"Thank you." Was all she said, still not looking up from her hands.

I walked over to the sink and turned on the hot water, washing my hands and arms thoroughly of any blood that had sprayed me. After I was sure I was clean, I walked over to Bella. Her hand stretched out to take mine and she slowly slid out of her seat.

*peeks out of my hole*

Too much? Just right? Did he get everything and more than he deserved?

This will be the last of the violence, as there is only one more chappie and an epilogue left.

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