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It was easier than it should have been. Once they had Marcus subdued, Edward and Bella moved him from their room inside the abandoned hotel to the building in back, the one Garrett, Emmett, Jacob, Rose, Kate, and Alice had set up for them. They stripped him naked and tied him to a chair, though Bella would have preferred hanging him upside down by his ankles, maybe tying him to a cross, or shoving him a dog kennel that was too small. A little tit for tat, so to speak, but she would settle for the chair. For now, at least.

Unlike her body, his was smooth, free of scars. That wouldn't be the case for long, though. She would make sure of that. While they waited for her monster to come around, Bella and Alice prepared to take their revenge. Marcus may have taken a liking to Bella, but Alice had never gotten to take her pound of flesh out on his brothers. Aro and Caius had taken the cowards' way out, the easy way. Marcus, however, he fought.

Bella could admire that. After all, she had spent years fighting to live, fighting to be free. She never was, not really, but Charlie was supposed to be her chance at a new life, a good life, and he'd stolen that from her, too. And she would make him pay.

Several hours passed before Marcus started moaning, groaning. Bella had almost became impatient, almost ended his life before he felt one inch of the pain she and Alice had. Almost, but not quite.

While Edward, Jasper, and Garrett stood in the back of the large room, they gave Alice and Bella the space they needed, knowing they were doing this for Tanya and all the little girls Marcus had hurt. Alice and Bella shared as Marcus's head snapped upward, his dark soulless eyes meeting Bella's.

"Oh, my clever little whore," he murmured. "You look beautiful."

"You look like shit," Bella snarled, walking over to him, grabbing his hair and yanking his head backward. He winced. "I've been looking forward to this for a long, long time."

"I bet you have," he cackled, winking at her. "Make it hurt, baby."

Bella gritted her teeth together before backhanding him. He laughed harder as he looked her in the eyes. "Is that all you got? I thought I taught you to be more creative."

"You did."

Bella turned and walked over to a large table they had set up. She caught Alice's eye before picking up a cattle prod, turning back to Marcus. "Do you remember the first time you used this on me?"

But before he could reply, she pressed the tip against the side of his neck, causing his body to tense, and screamed.

"That's it, baby," she mocked, pressing the tip against him again. "Scream for me! Show me how much to like it."

Marcus clinched his jaw tight, his nostrils flaring. "Felt good, whore. Give me another."

"If you insist," she said, but this time, she shoved the tip against the inside of his left thigh.

"Fucking little whore," he roared, struggling to break free of his binds. He head fell forward, his eyes boring into hers as he panted. "I'll make you pay for this, whore."

Bella laughed, pressing the tip of the prod against the inside of his right thigh, causing him to scream again. "Music to my ears."

She turned and tossed the cattle prod onto the table. "What should we use next, Al?"

"Oh, I'm thinking this," Alice said, picking up butcher's knife, "looks good. What do you think?"

"Perfect."

Bella turned and watched Alice as she walked over to Marcus, whose eyes were locked on the tiny woman. Alice moved so that she was standing behind Marcus, her eyes meeting Bella's before she grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanked his head backward, and dug the knife into his left cheek.

"Motherfucker!" Marcus snarled, fighting against the restraints around his wrists and ankles, but before Alice could cut him again, he looked Bella in the eyes and said three words that had her blood running cold, "I have Charlotte."

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