Happy Monday Everyone! My weekend was nuts, hopefully yours was better than mine!

Anyways, enough of my whining and on to the chapter!

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My leg shakes as I tap my foot on the floor. Pain shoots up my arm and I release my clenched fists and tiny droplets of blood bloom out in my palm. That crazy motherfucker. This is his fault, everything is his fucking fault. I was fine before, just perfectly fucking peachy. Then he came along and now everything is so fucked up. I've kept a lid on that darkness, threw it in the proverbial closet and locked it away.

And now he's blown the door wide fucking open.

Bastard.

I don't understand where any of this comes from. It's obvious he's a sexual sadist, but I'm not. I don't get a sexual release from my sadism. I don't know why it's there to begin with. At least he has some reason for liking to inflict pain on others.

It's not as if I'm bothered by being a sadist. It's just inconvenient. I don't want to spend my days locked up in a cell. This crazy asshole is just one, wrong girl away from feds breaking down his door. Images of the police busting through the windows and him being fried in the electric chair calms me down some.

Jesus. Maybe they were right. I am defective. Memories of Rosalie's broken, mutilated, thoroughly fucked body assaults my vision. A smile, wide and deranged spreads across my face. Edward's face, twisted into fury, his eyes cold and predatory. I made him lose control yesterday, and that, now that is most satisfying.

Serves him right, crazy psycho.

And now he thinks he's got me where he wants me.

Submissive.

Little.

Pet.

I throw a pillow across the room.

Fuck him.

Yes, I did finally admit to my darker tendencies. But I haven't shown my hand just yet. He thinks now that I've given him a glimpse of my true face that I'm just going to roll over? Hell fucking no. Edward kidnapped me, disrupted my life, forced me to deal with things I'd rather not deal with, humiliated and assaulted me.

He doesn't get to win.

The door opens. Jasper walks in holding a tray of food.

He looks like total shit. Bags under his eyes, pale face and red, puffy eyes. Jesus, has he been crying? He walks over to me and places the tray of food by the bed.

"Are you okay?" I whisper.

Jasper's eyes look up. He looks like he's dying.

"Not really, no." He sits on the edge of the bed and stares at the wall. "Rosalie, god Bella, what he did to her-"

He trails off and starts crying.

Well this is awkward. I don't get why he's so sad. Rosalie was so fucking annoying. All she ever did was cry and scream. Suddenly an idea slams into me. Jasper knows his way around this house, he probably could get us both out. He's so traumatized though, I don't know if I can convince him.

I look at him with the corner of my eye. His shoulders are slumped, just staring at the wall with this blank expression.

I have to try. He has a soft spot for me. Maybe, if I can get him attached, maybe then he'll listen to me. I suppress a wicked grin.

Placing my hand on the small of his back, I scoot closer to him. "Jasper," I start, my voice small, barely above a whisper. "All he ever did was hurt her. How she died-" I stop and shake my head. "It was horrible, I was terrified," I continue getting closer to him. "He can't hurt her anymore."

His body shakes as he sobs.

Well shit, he's more upset about this than I thought he would be.

"She used to be so confident. She was beautiful, smart and driven," Jasper whispers. "He just snuffed the light out of her long before she died."

I continue to rub circles on his back as he sobs.

"Jasper," I say as I move in front of him making sure to keep my voice low. "We have to get out of here, what he did to her, he's going to do that to me."

He blinks and shakes his head. "It's useless, he'll never let us leave."

I almost growl. He's so fucking weak.

"We have to try, I'm dead if I don't," I whisper. "We could do it, you know," I say tilting his head up with my fingers. "We could escape and start over."

He looks right at me. "I don't know how to live any other way than this, Bella!"

He's starting to get hysterical. Shit. If I don't calm him down, Edward's going to get suspicious.

I pull him into my arms and lean into his ear.

"I'll help you," I whisper. "We'll live far away from here. Far away from him. We could be happy together."

I let the sentence hang in the air. His body starts to relax. He's considering this. I know he's attracted to me. But I need him attached to me. There's no way he'd risk Edward's wrath unless he's one hundred percent devoted to me.

He shakes his head. "There's no way Bella, he'd just catch us. Then he'd kill you much worse than he was going to anyways."

I sigh. This is going to take more work than I thought. I don't want to push him too far, so I let it go. For now, that is.

"You should probably go, if you're in here too long, Edward will get angry," I whisper and give him another hug.

The crazy fucker is probably watching us with total amusement.

Asshole.

Jasper nods and quietly exits the room. I have to find a way to show Edward he doesn't have the upper hand in this. My eyes fall to the tray of food. My stomach grumbles. I'm so hungry. A smirk begins to form on my face. I need to get his attention, make him think I'm becoming dependent on him. Some part of him probably thinks I'm freaking out about Rosalie, in denial. That I'd be broken up about it, that I'd need him to console me.

Wouldn't he just love that.

He breaks me so only he can fix me.

I ignore the tray of food, a wide grin spreading across my face. Eating will have to wait. I'm suddenly feeling a complete psychological meltdown coming.

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Four days. Four days and twelve untouched trays of food. He's probably going to lose his shit any minute now. He needs me physically strong to inflict pain on me, if I pass out too early due to exhaustion it won't excite him. And right now, right now I'm about one meal away from collapsing.

I just stare at the wall, only moving to go to the bathroom and then it's right back to my spot on the bed. He's tried to coax me, but it's useless. I just stare blankly at the wall, not comprehending what he's saying. He threatened physical punishment, but he's full of shit.

He won't punish me like this.

With each untouched tray and each frown marring that beautiful face of his, the more excited I get. It won't be long now. I re-frame from smiling or giving any reaction. I know he's been watching me closely since he's realized I'm not eating.

Though, I do wish he'd hurry the fuck up. I'm starving and pretty soon my stomach is going to start eating itself. Right now, eating the bedding seems appetizing. Dieting. Pretty sure my mother can relate to my pain with all the crazy diets she's been on. Not that it made a difference, she's still a cow.

The door swings open, banging against the wall.

Green eyes, cold, determined and livid are staring straight at me.

I just blink at him then move my gaze back to the wall.

My heart rate explodes. He's pissed.

I love it.

He stomps over to me, grabs my hair and yanks my head back. His nostrils flare at my lack of response.

"You don't want to eat." His voice is strained, husky and angry. His grip on my hair tightens, pulling painfully against my scalp. "I'll force Jasper's shit down your throat."

I blink again.

Here we go.

My eyes burn, tears leak down my cheeks.

"Maid," I say in dazed tone. "She's dead and you're fucking her."

He growls at me. "That's right, and if you don't fucking behave, I'm going to fuck you until your fucking body breaks and then keep fucking you," he threatens leaning right in my face. "Bet you'd enjoy that though. You're probably wet just by me saying it," he finishes with a wicked grin.

Crazy, psycho, motherfucker.

I suppress a snort.

Yeah, every girl's fantasy right there.

My mouth opens. The sound that erupts from my lips is shrill, inhuman, crazy and completely unhinged.

"Shut up," he growls.

I don't.

His nostrils flare. "I said shut up."

I don't.

"Shut up!"

My head snaps to the side, pain blossoming on the side of my face. I curl up into the bed, now sobbing hysterically.

"Just kill me, please just kill me," I whimper to him.

This is it. This is where I'll gain the upper hand. He's so fucking arrogant, so cocky, so-

"You are so full of shit."

I keep on sobbing. He's bluffing.

He flips me over, crawling on top of me, pinning me to the bed. "You showed your hand little Pet."

His nose skims over my red cheek, his arousal pressed against my belly.

Goddammit.

"It's a little late to be playing hysterics." His lips press against my neck.

Fuck it.

He called my fucking bluff.

Again.

My eyes narrow. My sobs immediately stop. A smirk plays up my face. I kick him right in the groin.

"Fucking Bitch!" He backhands me again.

My head snaps to the side, the blow so forceful I taste blood in my mouth. Laughter erupts between my lips. Now that I've started, I can't stop. His eyes turn black, his face twisted into a snarl. His chest tight and body rigid. He grabs my hair again and yanks me off the bed.

"It's time for a time out Pet," he spits out.

I keep on laughing despite that fact that my scalp is on fire and my body is being dragged out of the room. The stupid fucking idiot doesn't even consider that I'm cataloging everything I'm passing. He's too angry, too humiliated to care.

He drags me down concrete steps, my laughter still loud and obnoxious. My body bounces down the cold, hard steps as he literally throws me down the last few ones. I grunt as my face collides on the concrete floor. I stop laughing. There's a cage with a bucket. It's dark, only a shitty light that barely cuts through the darkness.

He opens the cage and walks back to me. His eyes still black with fury, a deranged smile on his face.

"You've been a bad girl Pet," he whispers in my ear.

I spit at his face.

He just wipes it off with a grimace. His hands roughly grab me under my arms and he literally tosses me in the cage then locks it. I crawl to the front of the cage and grab the bars, his face so close to my own.

Suddenly everything is falling into place.

Little Edward is lonely.

Poor, lonely little sadist. He thinks he's found the perfect companion.

A smile, wide and creepy slowly unfolds on my face.

"Oh Love," I sigh with that deranged smile. "You're going to wish you'd never brought me home."

He glares at me, but his arousal is even more prominent. He won't touch me like this, because he knows if he does, he would probably kill me.

And he doesn't want to kill me.

No. The crazy motherfucker wants to keep me. His own personal, sadistic pet.

I casually scoot to the back of the cage and lean my head backwards against the bars.

Suddenly he smiles, his body relaxes. It's so sudden, it should send alarms bells ringing in my ears.

"Oh Pet," he says with a happy sigh. "When will you realize that you are not the one with power here?"

I want to tear the skin off his body.

Oh Edward. You haven't seen my power yet.

But I'll be happy to show you.

As if our Bella was just going to let Edward control her life...

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