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Extreme violence and disturbing content below, (seriously, it's pretty gruesome) so if you have a weak stomach- just prepare yourself.

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"Let's play a game Pet."

I look up at Edward. His face is an impassive mask as he drums his fingers against the arm rests. I let out a sigh.

"Fine," I say with a wave of my hand. "I'm so fucking bored anyways."

His green eyes glint as he picks up his phone and taps the screen.

"Oh believe me Pet, you won't be bored for long," he says with a wide grin.

He's so fucking weird. I should be dead by now. I don't understand why he's still permitting me to live. It's obvious I'm not his type, if Rosalie and Jasper are any indication. My eyes roam up and down his body. He's attractive, I thought that from the first time I properly saw him. But it's not as if I have this deep sexual need for him. But there's something about him that I find very attractive, but not in a 'I want to rip your clothes off and have my way with you' kind.

To be honest, I don't know what it is that I find so appealing. The man kidnapped me, assaulted me, tried to drown me, humiliated me and I'm pretty sure he fed me Rosalie's leg. If anything, I should be absolutely revolted.

The door opens and Rosalie hobbles in on crutches. Her face white with pain and fear just looking at him.

It hits me. Like a fucking freight train.

It's his power.

I don't just want it.

I want to completely and utterly consume it.

"Come here Rosie," he coos and she starts breathing fast as she struggles to get to him.

She trips over something and goes crashing to the floor and a weird grunt escapes her lips. My lip curls at the noise.

Edward gets up and picks her up and places her in a chair, tying her to it. Her eyes are wide with fear and tears streaming down her face.

Great. Another one of his choices games. Fucking perfect.

"So, you ask me a question and I'll answer it, but you have to decide what I'll do to pretty, little miss Rosie," he says as he picks up a knife.

My eyes flit to the weapon in his hand.

"Is cutting people the only thing you like," I say. "Don't get me wrong, it's intimidating enough, but the feeling of watching it gets old."

He throws back his head and laughs. "Oh Pet, you haven't really watched me cut someone up yet."

I just roll my eyes. "Whatever, let's get on with it."

He steps towards Rosalie and runs his hands down her arms.

"Who is she to you," I say.

"Face or leg," he asks.

She starts hyperventilating. I sneer at her.

"Well, seeing as you already cut her fucking leg off, I don't see any reason to preserve the other," I say dryly.

The girl lets out an inhuman shriek.

Edward smiles as he places the tip of the knife against her thigh. She struggles against the chair.

"Rosie here is my half-sister," he says while running the knife up her leg.

Sister. Interesting.

"Not to pry, but you two probably should see a therapist. This seems a little more than typical sibling rivalry," I say.

Edward's eyes harden and his hand presses the blade against her. Suddenly she screams, in a muffled sort of a way. It's the kind of scream that should make my stomach hurt. But the only thing that hurts is my ears. I can't see what he's doing, his body is blocking me now.

"Rosie here had to learn her place, and I had no problem showing it to her," he says throwing me a smirk.

"Your mother must be so proud," I deadpan.

His lips curls.

Touchy much?

"Next question," he says with a sneer.

I chew on my lip for a second.

"Why me," I finally settle on.

Rosalie lets out another shrill.

"You know, your meek and submissive personality just spoke to me I guess," he says and suddenly laughs. "I admit, when I first saw you, it was perfect. That boy toy of yours walked all over you, and when I followed you to your job it was clear you were walked all over there as well. I was wrong of course, something I don't admit easily," he continues then looks at me over his shoulder. His eyes wild, lit with excitement and Rosalie's face twisted obscenely. "You are the most delicious mistake I ever made."

I snort. "Lucky me."

He turns back towards Rosalie and suddenly she lets out a scream so severe I swear, I think my ears might implode.

"Jesus Christ, for someone whose tongue has been cut out, she's still awfully mouthy," I sneer.

He chuckles, and I'm surprised I can even hear it over her shrieking. Her body thrashes violently against the chair and he reaches out to grab it before she tips it backwards.

"My turn," he says.

"But you said I was the one asking questions," I whine.

Dammit, I'm not done yet!

He shrugs. "My house, my rules."

"I thought you said there were no rules," I say crossing my arms over my chest.

He stands up and turns. His hands are covered in blood, his shirt and slacks are drenched in it. He steps to the side and my eyes go wide as a half skinned thigh comes to view, his hand clenching her torn off flesh. I can't stop staring at it. It's obscene, sick, revolting and I feel myself itching with excitement.

"Who is Jane?"

Jane.

Blond hair, blue eyes, smiling.

Jane.

Broken bones, brain matter, and splattered blood.

A groan escapes my lips. My skin crawls. Eyes, rimmed red peering at me.

"Why are you doing this?"

I shake my head. Edward kneels in front of me, grasps my chin.

"Here's the thing Bella, when I realized you were different I did a little digging."

My breathing is labored, my eyes widen with horror.

No, no, no, NO!

"Poor little Jane, throwing herself out of the window. You know what I found when I broke into your parents home, Pet?" His nose is skimming my cheek.

Rosalie groans, her sobs wracking her whole body.

I lurch forward, pushing against him, attempting to lunge at her.

"I swear to god you useless, worthless cunt, if you don't shut the fuck up I'm going to gouge out your fucking eyes," I scream.

Edward pushes me back, the knife handle pressing in my palm. "Then do it, Bella. Do it," he pants.

Rosalie looks at me and thrashes some more.

I'm done with this fucking game. He thinks he knows me? He doesn't fucking know anything.

I stand up. "I'm going to play a different kind of game," my voice is dead, toneless.

She starts hyperventilating as I step right in front of her. I lean down to her ear.

"I'm going to take that knife and I'm going to rip open his goddamn stomach, and then you and I are going to get the fuck out of here," I whisper in her ear. "I'm not going to let him hurt you anymore."

The girl nods as I release her straps.

"Don't be so predictable" Edward groans behind me.

I clench the knife in my hands. Predictable my ass.

"Run," I command to her.

She jerks up and immediately falls with a groan before crawling to the door. It's locked, just like I'd knew it be. She lets out another shriek as she pounds against it. Laughter, insane and hysterical begin to bubble up. Suddenly I let it out. I laugh and laugh and laugh until I'm crying.

"Just how fucking stupid are you?" I taunt her as I saunter towards her with the knife. "As if he'd ever leave the fucking door unlocked you ugly cow."

She whimpers and I hear Edward unfasten his belt.

I crouch in front of her, running a finger down her tear-streaked face.

"Poor little Rosie," I coo at her. My whole body is about to shake out of its skin.

Suddenly I drive the knife right into her flayed leg, she screams as I rip the knife out and stab her again and again in the leg. I hear movement and moaning behind me. The fucker is getting off watching me do this. And he calls me predictable.

I grab her by the hair and yank her thrashing, bleeding, and marred body across the room and toss her to Edward's feet.

His hand is wrapped around his engorged dick, his eyes dark with lust.

"This game of yours is boring the fuck out of me Edward," I snap. "Show me. Show me what you were going to do to me when you kidnapped me."

He stops mid stroke. His eyes flit down to Rosalie. Hers are wide with absolute terror.

I laugh. "Don't tell me your morality is suddenly speaking to you. For someone who's just flayed open their sister's leg, cut off the other one and fed it to their house guest, I have a hard time believing incest is disgusting to you," I say with a sneer. "All of this is because you can't get your dick up the right way. Pity, I really hoped you would be more interesting than that, but no, it's all about fucking isn't it?" I continue to taunt.

Edward's eyes flash to me, his face twists up in a snarl.

"Well go on," I say with a smile.

His lip curls, his eyes narrowed with rage.

I pick up a lamp and throw it at the wall, "Stop fucking boring me!"

He lunges at her and she screams. Her hands beat against his chest as he tears off her dress. He slams her head against the floor so loud I hear it crack. A moan tumbles from her mouth.

"Give me the fucking knife you fucking bitch," he hisses.

I slide the knife towards him, excitement runs through me.

You think you know power?

"You think I'm above raping my own sister," he taunts as he rips open her underwear. "I've already fucked her so much her pussy is practically a gaping hole," he growls and she screams again. "You want to see what I'm going to do to you?"

He grabs the knife and looks straight at me, his eyes, furious, lust filled and positively feral, positioning it between her legs right at her entrance.

You think you know control?

He plunges the knife inside her. She screams and thrashes but he won't stop stabbing her. He just keeps stabbing her over and over again, blood spills onto the red floor and Rosalie's eyes blink as her body stops fighting. Suddenly he drops the knife and pumps his dick in his hand. My eyes go wide, a feral smile spreads across my face.

Who is fucking in control now Asshole.

He growls at me, pries her legs apart and brutally thrusts inside of her. Her mouth opens a little and her eyes roll into the back of her head. She's dead. She's dead and he's fucking her. Laughter erupts out of me and I double over.

"Shut the fuck up," he growls.

I drop to my knees and crawl towards him, my legs in front of her, facing him. His gaze is hard on me. I pick up the knife and hover it above her eye. His eyes go positively wild. I inch the blade closer to her eye and he picks up his pace. I slam the knife into the corner of her eye and his eyes roll into the back of his head, his mouth opens as his hips roll against his dead sister, his orgasm tearing through him.

I pounce. My body slams into him, his back falls to the floor, the knife now held against his throat, digging into his skin.

His eyes widen, still lust filled, angry and a little surprised.

"You've been denying yourself for a long time Bella," he whispers, his voice hoarse and gravelly.

"Shut up," I snarl pushing the blade a little further into his skin. Blood seeps from the wound and I'm transfixed.

"You know why Jane killed herself?" He ignores my command.

"I said shut the fuck up," I yell.

He grabs the knife and suddenly rolls us and I find myself pinned to the floor, his mouth only centimeters from my own, the knife still pressed against his throat.

"She was weak," he hisses. "And you cemented that weakness, capitalized on it, brutalized her-

"Shut up!" I scream thrashing against him.

"She may have thrown herself out that window, but it was you that drove her to it," he growls back.

I scream again, kicking, hitting and spitting at him.

No, no, NO!

"Stop running from this Bella. Look at what you've just done," he yells grasping my chin and forcing me to look at Rosalie's, mutilated, broken and bleeding body. "But you don't have to hide anymore, to fight it anymore," he says then pries the knife from my hands, still pressing against me. "Submit."

I thrash against him. Crazy, psychotic motherfucker! Jane's broken up, brain splattered, bone splintered body assaults my vision.

Jane looks at me with tears streaming down her face.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

I shrug. "Why does anyone do anything? I'm doing it because I can."

"Submit," he demands.

I shake my head.

"I'm not defective," I mumble. "I'm not defective."

His eyes darken as he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to him.

"You're perfect." His mouth is on mine, hard, demanding and hot.

My body goes slack against him. I'm tired, so tired of fighting this thing I've kept hidden away.

He releases my mouth, his breath against my lips.

"Submit," he breathes out.

My eyes find Rosalie's dead, bleeding, broken body on the floor. Stupid, worthless girl. At least now I'll never have to hear her ridiculous shrieking ever again.

"Yes."

Yeah, I went there.

The story isn't over yet, so fear not!

To be honest, when I finished writing this I questioned if I should see a counselor. This was a little much for me, I kind of grossed myself out.

But here's to Bella finally showing what's behind those sweet, brown eyes! Anyways, I hope I don't lose anyone, but I understand if I do. Though, I did say this was going to be a fucked up, really fucked up story. Bella's cracked and Edward thinks he's finally worn her down.

What will lovely Bella do next?