A/N: Sorry, but the next two chapters are a bit of a cop-out. They were posted in my Drabbles & Rambles story, but I'd rather have them posted here since they're on the darker side. But it's good news if you haven't read it already!

BEG

Fic Lab Prompt #17- "I want to hear you beg for it." E/B with a dash of Mike.

"I want to hear you beg for it," I snarl as I drag my sharp blade down his scrawny, trembling chest. I dig the edge of the knife deeper along the way; droplets of beguiling crimson trail down his pale flesh. I circle his nipple with the point of it as a panicked cry escapes from him.

"I said fucking beg for it, or I will make you wish that you were dead." My roaring, gruff voice echoes against the cold, concrete walls.

He practically chokes on his sobs. "P-p-please—please... I don't w-want to die. I swear I-I won't tell anyone. J-Just please let me go." His screams and begs are music to my ears.

I'm right in his face that I can feel his uneven, choked breaths against my lips. I can see the snot running from his nose and tears leaking from his eyes in fear. His black and blue face is swelling from the beating I unleashed on him when I first brought him here. You can barely make out the blonde in his hair that's covered with his blood. He's standing against the wall, slightly hunched over in pain; his arms are tied to a pole above his head, the only thing holding him up.

With my unoccupied hand, I grasp his fragile throat in my threatening grip, his face immediately reddens. "I didn't mean beg to live, dumbass. I meant beg for her forgiveness." He's testing my fucking patience, and my fingers are itching to slice his throat and make him bleed even more.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm so fucking s-s-sorry, Bella. I didn't mean it. Just stop, please," he responds in a strangled voice. My firm hold cuts off most of his airway, but enough room for him to speak.

"Did you listen to her when she told you to stop? When she begged you to get your fucking filthy hands off of her." Spit is flying from my mouth into his face from my rage.

His sobs are his only response as tremors wrack through his body. He wasn't this much of a pussy when he was forcing himself onto my wife. He messed with the wrong person.

"Fucking answer me, or I'll cut your dick off, I swear."

"No! N-no... I didn't. Nothing happened though!"

"Yeah, because I ripped you off of her before you could stick your nasty dick inside of her. If you had, it would've already been cut off. You're also lucky I haven't cut your hands off yet," I hissed in a deathly tone.

"It will never happen again, I swear," he pleads desperately.

"You're fucking right it will never happen again because you won't be alive for it to happen. She is fucking mine… and you know what happens to people that touch what's mine without my permission?" I ask mockingly, my eyes burning into his. "They get punished with a slow, painful death and wish they were never born." I trail the knife down to the crotch of his jeans, pressing the blade into his cock through the denim. He screams for help and fights against his restraints which is no use.

"Death is too easy for you. You don't deserve that gratification. You deserve to be tortured until you wish you were dead." I dig the knife deep into the muscle of his thigh and leave it there. He sounds like a pig getting slaughtered.

"Babe, do you think we should have a little bit of fun before I end this fucker's life?" I muse in a seductive voice to an unknown presence.

A high-pitched giggle and the most serenading sound in the world—just slightly above the sound of agonizing screams—comes from the corner of the basement we're in.

High heels clack against the floor as her drop-dead gorgeous shape is revealed from the shadows with each step she takes, revealing her voluptuous body that is barely covered with red lace—the same shade of his blood, which she will be covered in after.

Once she reaches me, she drags her finger against the blood on my skin and trails it along my lips before she licks the blood off of them. I groan against her tongue and grasp her firm ass in both of my hands, grinding my throbbing cock against her.

"Yum." She licks her lips as she reaches down, gripping my thick length roughly.

I grab her by her hair, forcing my lips to hers, devouring and claiming her mouth. "Should I make you beg for my cock in front of him before I make him beg for me to end his life?" I growl against her lips. "Show him what it means when a woman actually wants you?"

I may have always been a twisted fuck, but I would never force myself on a woman, and he deserves everything that's coming to him. I'm protecting all the woman that could have come across his path.

"Yes, please." Bella's luscious lips tilt into an evil, sinister grin that matches the one on my face.

Fuck, she's crazy and perfect for me, and I will make this piece of shit pay for even laying one finger on her flawless, porcelain skin. She is mine, and no one better ever fucking touch her, or they will die a slow, long death.

I glance over at Mike and click my tongue. "You lucky bastard, at least you're going to watch what you dreamed about having before your last breath."

"See you in hell," I say to Mike before I make this woman scream for me in a much different way than I'm going to make him scream.