EDWARD

The beginning of my pet's punishment was going wonderfully. I knew she would be disgusted by my idea to use drywall screws on the poor unfortunate Martha. I had no idea, though, that it would make her so disgusted that she puked. Then again, I suppose it was the only logic reaction with everything else she saw tonight.

In a way, I felt sorry for Martha, if it wasn't for my pet's misbehavior today, I probably would've just drained her and gotten it over with. My pet had to learn a lesson, though, and showing her that there's nothing that I wouldn't do to hurt her emotionally, mentally, or physically was the best way to do that. I would, of course, be doing the physical after everything was over.

The act itself, however, was more fun than any other torture that I had ever put any of these girls through. I could see why my pet's father used it as a form of punishment, even if it was only once. The girl's screaming and begging did wonderful things to me. And my pet's pleads just added to the exhilaration. The whole thing was very arousing. I could feel my member getting harder and harder with every screw I forced into this poor girls body.

I would, of course, fuck her until she saw stars, when I was done. However, I had a lesson to teach first. That was the most important thing at the moment. Even though, Pet was begging and crying for me to stop and leave the poor girl alone, I had to keep glancing up to make sure that she didn't disobey my orders not to take her eyes off the scene. I was going to make sure she learned her lesson.

Every time I looked up, though, she was blinking tears out of her eyes; they were staring at nothing but the horrific scene that I was creating for her. I didn't know if it was my threat or her horror at what I was doing that kept her watching, but whatever it was, was saving her from a hell of a lot of pain. I was a bit disappointed to not have reason for anymore punishment.

Oh well. I was enjoying literally screwing the girl beneath me. That would have to be enough for now.

I wasn't as cruel as Pet's father, though, I was crueler. I didn't just stick all fifty screws in the front, oh no, I made Martha flip over on the cold hard table after only twenty five. The screams that escaped her lips was enough to make my member twitch again. I was going to need to deal with that soon.

I continued to twist in the screws, reveling in the girls' screams. I was so absorbed in causing Martha's pain that I was on the tenth screw in the back before I realized that Pet's screams had faded out.

I looked up to see her laying, unconscious on the floor. Wow, I guess this really had more of an effect on her than I thought it would. Oh well.

Pet was passed out, which meant that the punishment was no longer effective for its intended purpose and I could've stopped and ended Martha's pain. I didn't, though. I was having way to much fun listening to the poor girl scream.

I put in the last fifteen screws, then forced her up on her hands and knees and fucked her doggie style. Her screams were twice as bad as any other girls would've been. It probably had something to do with the lone screw that I pierced her clit with. Or maybe it was even the ones right below her knees. Or even the ones in her hands.

I wasn't sure, all I knew was that it was any amazing fuck that lasted until her arms and legs broke from the pressure of my body thrusting into hers. She screamed in pain and collapsed onto the table as I released inside of her. I, then grabbed her by the hair, yanked her head back, sank my teeth into her neck and proceeded to drain her dry.

When I finished, I threw her body to the floor, with the others, and continued on with the festivities.

KARI (FLASHBACK/ DREAM)

I found myself standing in the middle of my kitchen looking at my nearly four year younger self. She was lying in a heap on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. She was wearing a light blue, but extremely small and dirty camisole with a pair of dirty and ripped jeans. It had been almost two years since Father let her buy new clothes. It didn't help much that she was forbidden to do her own laundry or shower for a month. Another one of Father's cruelest and most hurtful punishments.

Her outfit showed off a great deal of skin and seeing it made me sick. I had been faced with it for years, but somehow, seeing it on her made everything so much worse. There were old bruises and scars from the years passed along with new forming ones. I could see red handprints all up and down her arms and there some seriously disgusting dried blood covering most of her back and neck. There was some fresh stuff dripping from her hair as well.

It was the most sickening and pathetic sight I had ever seen. I hated that I was like that with Father, especially with how well I've been standing up to Edward these past few days.

I knew immediately what memory I had just come back to. It was one of the two the haunted my nightmares for many years. The other one was the day Father put a gun to my head and threatened to shoot me. Somehow, I found this one so much worse. I would've given anything to go back to Edward and deal with whatever tortures that he had in store for me. It would be so much better to deal with than this.

It was a strange one, though, I'll admit that. Usually, I was my past self-reliving the whole thing. This time, I was standing on the sidelines and observing everything. I had a funny feeling that it was just going to make things so much worse, now.

I tried to force myself out of my unconscious state, not wanting to deal with this tonight. I couldn't take something else hurting me. I soon found that it was impossible and just started watching. The sooner I did, the sooner, I'd get out. I was sure I could handle that.

Past me slowly pulled herself up and into a sitting position on the floor. I didn't get a good look at her face before she put it in her knees, but I knew exactly what it looked like. Her upper lip was split and bleeding on the left side and her right eye was black and blue and swollen almost shut. She was clinging to the locket that mom gave her.

I looked down at my ghost like form and realized that while my subconscious was kind enough to put me in a floor length long sleeved dress; it couldn't give me my locket back. I small piece of my heart tore.

She sat there, almost completely still, listening to the sound of Father rummaging in the garage. I knew she was silently thanking God for the fact that Kenzi had strep throat the week before and had to make up a test. The teacher was kind enough to offer her a ride home, so she didn't have to worry about hiding the bruises. That was quite a relief for her, especially on this particular day.

Today was the saddest and hardest day of both of our lives. It was the anniversary of the day mom died. Three years that day. Father had fallen into a tradition on every anniversary.

He would call off work and make me stay home from school. He'd get drunk and beat me for no reason, if only just to remind me that it was my fault that my mother was dead. Once he was finished with me for the day, he'd go out to the garage and "clean" it out. Which, being as drunk as he was, translated to making a bigger mess and having us clean it later. I sighed as I watched my past self shaking and sobbing like mad.

Usually, it was easy to pull it together, but for some reason, she couldn't this time. She couldn't even find the will to move out of the kitchen. She just sat there, praying that it would be over soon. I was currently praying that Edward would force me awake before this could go any further.

"Hey slut!" I cringed as did the girl on the floor when Father's voice floated in from the garage. "Get your ass out here! I can't find my screwdriver!"

The girl pushed herself off of the floor and walked into the garage, which was connected to the house, on shaking and weak legs and I followed, knowing that I really didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Sure enough, the moment we got out there, I could see that the room was a bigger mess than it had been a half hour ago. Father was sitting on a bench in front of his tool box, looking livid. He looked up when we got a little over fifty feet from him.

"It's about time wench!" he sneered. "Now, where the hell is my screwdriver?"

"I don't know." she answered trying to sound brave.

"Don't lie to me, bitch!" he spat standing up. "I know you have it and you're hiding it from me! Now tell me where it is!"

"I really don't know, sir." the girl replied sounding just slightly afraid. "Last time I saw it, you were putting up a poster in your room."

"So are you saying that it's my fault that I can't find it?" he questioned getting angrier.

"No, father, of course not." I could with those words that her attempt at bravery had filled. We were back at square one. "I'm just saying that it might still be in your room."

"Well, if you think that's where it is, then why the hell are you still out here?!" he yelled some more. "Go fucking get it!"

"Yes, sir." she answered and turned to go back into the house.

That's when it happened. She took a step which happened to be right on top of a pole of some kind. The pole rolled under her foot and she fell on her face, bringing a small cardboard box of drywall screws down with her. She cried out as she hit the hard floor.

"Stupid clumsy bitch!" Father complained walking over to her. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back hard. She cried out in pain. "Pick them up, now, and take the whole box up to you room. I'm going to teach you to be more careful."

"Yes sir." She choked out, voice full of fear.

He shoved her head back to the floor and she scrambled to get the screws picked up. She had all of them collected and was running back into the house within five minutes. Father grabbed some rope out of the tool box and followed her in.

I closed my eyes and silently begged Edward to hurt me enough to wake me up. My pleading did no good, when I opened my eyes; I was standing by the dresser in my room watching Father, rip the clothes off of my past self.

She cried out in pain and shock as he slammed her onto the bed and tied her wrists and ankles to the bed post. She told him how sorry she was over and over. He ignored her and took a screw out of the box. He then squeezed the girl's nipple until it got hard.

When it did, he pushed the screw into the very tip of the nipple and twisted hard. Her screams and cries filled the room and I wanted nothing more than to get out of there. I still couldn't believe that my father would ever go to such lengths just to hurt me. My stomach turned as he grabbed another screw and did the same thing with the other breast.

My past self continued to cry and writhe on the bed as Father continued his torture. I wanted to look away, but found that I couldn't. Her screams and cries continued to echo in the room and I was sure that my present body was screaming and crying for it to stop. At least that's what my subconscious was doing.

It was going on for about five minutes before the door swung open. All three of us looked over to see a seven year old Kenzi standing pale and terrified in the doorway.

"Daddy, what are you doing to Kari?" she asked in a frightened and sad voice.

"Don't worry sweetie." Father cooed. "Daddy's just teaching Kari a lesson."

Kenzi looked like she was going to say something, but my past self cut her off.

"Kenzi, honey, just go to your room, put your headphones on, and do your homework." she said soothingly trying to mask the pain in her voice.

Father backhanded her.

"No one told you to speak, bitch!" he yelled.

My past self didn't react at all. She just continued to stare pleadingly at Kenzi. Kenzi was staring back with the same pleading in her eyes. In the end, though, Kenzi walked out of the room like everything was normal. Kenzi knew how badly I didn't want Father to be able to hurt her, which is exactly what he would do if Kenzi ever challenged his treatment of me. This is why Kenzi just left the room.

Father picked up where he left off without hesitation. The torture went on for another five minutes before everything finally faded to black.

EDWARD

The rest of the feast passed in a wave of pleasure and amusement. It would've been more fun if Pet had been conscious for it. However, I let her sleep this off. She was going to need all the strength she could get for the next round of punishment.

It was good without her, though. Especially when we played my version of Simon Says. After all, what was better than forcing thirty woman to touch, kiss, lick, and bite each other or themselves. Hell, I even went as far as having them finger themselves and eat each other out. It was the hottest most amusing scene that I had seen in a long time.

We also, of course, took turns in getting our cocks sucked and forcing them to ride us. I was sure that it was probably the best game I'd ever played and knew I'd have to do it more often.

Then there was my version of Hide and Seek. I shut off the lights on the first floor and blocked off access to any of the other floors. The girls had to find places to hide from us. It was like a mini hunt for the boys and me. This one wasn't as fun as the others, simply because we decided to drain them as soon as we found them.

It was nearly three in the morning when we finally finished our activities completely. I, of course, let the three winning girls go, just like I said. I did, however, send them to find their way out of the forest without any idea of where they were or how to get anywhere. They'd probably die out there anyway.

My friends and I were now sitting around the table talking and laughing about the events of the night and waiting for Pet to wake up. I had told them that I had a special show and surprise for all of them. They were going to witness the second part of Kari's punishment, maybe even play an active role in it. I wasn't sure how far I wanted it to go just yet. I'd have to wait and see what happened.

As soon as the feast was over, I ordered Jessica, Lauren, Mike, and Ben to clean up the blood and bodies immediately. Which they did without complaint. I, then, had Ben chain pet, spread eagle, to the table, so that everything was ready when she finally woke up.

A half hour after the feast finished, Pet had yet to wake. I decided to give her another half hour before I forced her to wake up. Six hours was good enough to give her the energy for this.

"So, brother, what exactly are you gonna do to her?" Emmett asked with a sly grin on his face.

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it Emmett?" I responded.

"I guess not." he mumbled.

"No, but if it's anything like last night's show, I'm sure it'll be worth it." Dimitri added.

Everyone then launched into a conversation about the events of yesterday and how much they love my parties. That conversation carried us through another fifteen minutes, at which point I decided that I had given our winners enough of a head start, Jessica, Lauren, Mike" I stated and they turned their attention to me. "I'm sure our friends have gotten themselves pretty lost by now. Why don't the three of you go and put them out of their misery? As a thank you for everything you did for me tonight."

"With pleasure." Jessica replied a sneer curling on her lips.

The other two just looked like I had given them a million dollars as they all headed out the door for their little hunt. I noticed that Ben looked slightly put out as the doors closed.

"Don't worry, Ben." I said. "I haven't forgotten about your contribution. You'll get your reward later. I promise."

"Thank you, sir." he replied with an incline of his head.

I went back to talking to my guests after that and we only had to wait for another five minutes before Pet started to stir.

KARI

I was in the darkness for a little while before my senses started completely coming back to me. Hearing was the first thing to come back. There was talking and laughing going on around me. I couldn't make out any of the words, but somehow, the tone scared the hell out of me.

Next came feeling. I could feel that there was some kind of cold metal around my wrists and ankles. There was also a nearly unbearable stinging pain shooting up and down my back. It took a minute for me to recognize a cold metal pressing against the unbandaged part of my skin. I was confused because I was pretty sure that I had fallen unconscious while I was on the floor.

Edward must have moved me, but for what? It took another minute or so for me to realize that I was still completely naked. It was even another minute before I registered the position I was in. While my arms were simply chained down by my sides, my legs were wide open, giving them full access to my most intimate parts.

My heart began to pound in my chest as I thought about all the things that they could've possibly done to me while I was out of it. My eyes snapped open in horror and I found myself face to face with the evil red eyes and amused half smile of Edward Cullen. The man I hated most in the world.

He chuckled slightly, no doubt, at the terrified look in me eyes and the pounding of my heart that I bet anything that he could hear.

"Good morning Pet." he smirked as he stroked the bangs out of my face. "You're just in time for dessert."

The way he said it coupled with my current position on the table caused my heart to speed up even more. I was sure that he meant that I was going to be for dessert. I just couldn't figure out why. What had I done wrong?

"And what, Master, if I may ask, is for dessert?" I questioned wanting to be sure before I completely freaked.

"Why, you are, Pet." he smirked down at me running his cold finger down my jaw line.

"But why Master? I thought you wanted me" I asked not understanding his motives. I didn't know why, but I was more upset that I had let him down, then about the fact that I would be dying soon. What was worse, I honestly didn't know what I had done wrong this time.

Sure, I disobeyed him constantly, but didn't he say yesterday that he liked a challenged. I figured my determined defiance would get me through at least a few more months. I didn't know that he'd lose interest after only forty eight hours. And why had he lost interest?

"Well, as much as I love a challenge and enjoy your constant defiance, even I know a lost cause when I see one. I've spent a great deal of time thinking about this today and I tried to think of ways that I could keep you alive and still gain your obedience. However, thanks to your father, there's not much that I can do in the way of punishment. While it would hurt you, it wouldn't be very effective in getting you to obey." He explained as he ran his cold hands over my body, stopping to run his fingers over my breasts and other sensitive areas. "You've been through it all before, so I'd just be wasting both our times. I even considered throwing down to the basement and making you community property until you learned to obey me." He rested his fingers on my clit and started to rub it with a painful force. I tried to hold in my whimpers, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. As much as I hated the thought that I was about to die, because I let him down, I wasn't going to go out without some kind of a fight. "But by the time you learned your lesson, you'd be too loose to have any fun with." He pitched my clit at the point and I screamed so loud it echoed around the room. The others just laughed. "So getting rid of and replacing you seems to be the best way to handle this." He chuckled and removed his fingers from my clit. "As much as I just wanna sink my teeth into you, right now," he said. "I promised my buddies a show and I have to deliver."

The next thing I knew, I felt the sharp cold edge of a dagger against my throat. I cringed and turned my head away from it, closing my eyes and praying this would go quickly. I knew that he could rip my throat out if he really wanted to, yet, somehow, the dagger at my throat, made my imminent death that much more frightening.

"What's the matter, Pet?" Edward taunted. "After all this talk about the things your father's did to you and how you aren't afraid of anything I could do to you. Could it be that I've found something that your father hasn't pulled?" He chuckled and moved the dagger from my throat. I didn't look back not wanting to see what he was going to do with it. "I don't see why he wouldn't. I mean I've heard that getting sliced open with a knife is the most painful way to die."

With that he made a long but shallow cut in my left arm. I cringed through the pain but didn't give him the satisfaction of a better reaction. He chuckled then I felt the stinging pain of his venom as he licked the blood up and sealed the wound. The cut wasn't deep enough for the venom to mix with my blood stream. I was sure he knew that, too. He moved from my left arms to my right one and did the same thing. I refused to watch him as he tortured me. If I was going to die, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of showing him how much it was hurting me.

"Now, now, that won't do." he whispered after the second cut. "Torturing you just isn't any fun if I can't look you in the eyes while I'm doing it. So why don't you turn that pretty little face and look at me." I, of course, kept my gaze fixed on the wall that was across from me and didn't give him any kind of a response. I was already going to die, whether or not I listened, so why make this easy or more fun for him. He just chuckled at my continued defiance. "Fine, but the sooner you give me what I want, the sooner your pain will end."

I continued to ignore his order, knowing that wasn't true at all. I heard another chuckle then I felt the dagger slice a rather large but shallow cut across my areola. I couldn't help but scream through the pain of this torture. Edward just laughed again as he closed his mouth around my nipple, making sure to cover the spot he had just cut and began sucking. I let out a moan of pain and disgust as he drank from me, yet, I still refused to look at him.

He sucked for about thirty seconds or so, before he pulled himself forceful away. Without saying another word, he moved on to the other breast, only this time, he made a shallow cut across the top of it, and allowed the blood to pool longer than he had with the others.

"See," he said once he had finally licked the blood off of it. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. You're too difficult for your own good. Any of my other pets would've caved by now, but you, you're still holding strong and stubborn. How the hell am I supposed to teach you obedience, when you refuse to give into pain?"

I didn't respond to his words, yet again. In punishment, I felt the dagger slice across my exposed cheek. He went a little deeper than usual this time, but instead of licking it, he used his free hand to smear the blood over the exposed side of my face. Somehow, I found this ten times more degrading than him using my pain as his substance. The other man at the table were laughing and jeering.

After a minute Edward's lip brushed my exposed ear.

"I didn't want to resort to this, but if you refuse to give me what I want, I really don't have a choice." he whispered.

His bloody hand made a trail down my body as I cringed and wondered what he was about to do. Less than a second later, I felt the point of the dagger poised at my entrance and I knew what he was about to do. Yes, I knew that I was going to die, and yes, I expected it to be painful, but if I could avoid that kind of pain, I would.

"Please don't!" I cried as I snapped turned and lifted my head.

It was only a second before my eyes locked with the evil red ones that I hated most in the world.

EDWARD

I knew the threat of fucking her with the knife would get the intended reaction. If I wasn't in the mood to draw her punishment out, I would've done it the first time, but I wanted her to suffer. She needed to remember exactly who her Master was. Which is something I had every intention of reminding her of tonight. I was going to make sure that she could never forget. However, I wanted to be looking in her eyes when I got to that point.

"Please don't!" she cried as I positioned the dagger at her entrance.

I looked up just in time to see her head snap up. My body jolted as my eyes locked with her wide and terrified brown ones. Finally getting what I had wanted, I moved the dagger from her entrance and sliced her thigh instead. I had to make sure that all the cuts were shallow enough to keep my venom from getting into her bloodstream when I used it to seal the cuts. I, of course, had no intention of killing her or even letting my guests taste her. This was all just meant to scare her.

I licked the blood off of the cut on her thigh, then did the same thing to her other thigh. I did a few more on her legs. I was barely getting any reaction at all from her and wanted to hear her beg me just to get kill her. It wasn't until I got to her feet that I finally got what I wanted.

"Please, just kill me and get it over with!" she cried out. "I can't take it anymore!"

I smirked at her the moved to straddle her waist.

"All in good time, Pet, all in good time." I whispered, pushing the bangs out of her eyes. "There's one more thing that I wanna do first."

The whole point of this punishment was to make sure that she understood exactly who her Master was. I was going to make sure she had a reminded every time she looked in the mirror. Something so much worse than I tattoo or a burn. I was going to etch the words into her flesh, so that she would remember that every part of her belonged to me.

I locked eyes with her, because I wanted to see all the fear and pain when she realized what I was doing. I placed the point of the dagger at the top of her stomach and started to make the E. I got one line across the top when I froze.

I wasn't quite sure how it happened or why, but suddenly, I was no longer straddling or looking into the scared and pained eyes of my pet, instead, I was looking into the eyes of my daughter.

Memories of her pain and fear came flooding back to me. Her terrified and pleading thoughts hit me like a ton of bricks. They were followed by the sadistic and evil thoughts of Aro and the rest of those monsters. Images of my little girl being bitten, beaten, and violated came slamming into my head.

My heart clenched and the dagger shook in my usual extremely steady hand. I tried to finish the E, but I couldn't. All I could see in the girl that I was staring at was my daughter and her pain. I knew that Pet wasn't really Nessie and I tried to shake off every feeling that had returned to me, only I couldn't.

After several long seconds, I let the dagger clattered to the table and crawled off of Pet. Her eyes turned from fearful to relieved and confused in a matter of seconds. I couldn't bear to look at her anymore after that, so I turned away.

My guests were complaining to each other and I knew I'd have some explaining to do later, but right now, I had to get Pet away from me, before I did something that I would regret.

"Ben, unchain her and take her back to my room. Get McIntyre to decontaminate and bandage all her wounds. Then just leave her there. I'm going to finish up here, and then I'll be up to with her." I stated in a shaking voice.

Pet let out a small sob as Ben moved to quickly do as I said. I listened, trying to get my emotions under control, as Ben unchained her and carried her, bridal style from the room.

When I heard the door close, I turned around to face my very confused and unhappy guests.