Aro POV

I smiled a cruel smile, leaning back in my chair at the desk within my private study. Jane quietly entered offering me her palm to share with me the latest insights on our honored guests. I could not help but chuckle wickedly as she shared with me that they were starting to break.

"Perfect, Cara!" I exclaimed and motioned for her to sit.

I proceeded to pick up the phone she brought into the room with her and quickly dialed Carlisle Cullen's number. Waiting for him to answer, I smiled a cruel smile to my little Jane, delighted at what she shared. Carlisle soon answered in his smooth tenor.

"Carlisle Cullen speaking" he said.

I couldn't help the dark chuckle that slipped past my lips before I answered his greeting.

"Oh dear friend, how good it is to hear your voice. I do hope all is well?"

I was playing a vicious game and I would win as I waited for his reply.

"Aro, to what do I owe the honor of your call? You have taken three of my family members. What must I do to retrieve them, old...friend?"

He spoke a bit icily by the end of his reply.

"Tsk Tsk Carlisle. You know as well as I do that your acquirement of such gifted young ones would not go unpunished. They have devoted themselves to serving me now; they no longer belong to you."

I smirked darkly at his indignation.

"Aro, I hoped that our friendship would not be strained from these matters, but I see your true colors are starting to show. I will get my family back and my granddaughter will have her parents back; she needs them greatly."

I sneered, but kept my voice deceptively calm.

"Ah yes, Little Renesmee. Tell me, how is she coping with her parents...defection?"

I heard a snarl before Carlisle spoke, his voice shaking in fury. I had to admit, I had never seen him lose his temper before in all the years I had known him.

"Aro, this is not over. We have nothing further to discuss until you are ready to release my children."

I heard the click of the line disconnecting and with his final words; I gave the phone back to Jane and chuckled darkly before snapping my gaze to her.

"Prepare phase two of our plan, cara mia. I do believe it is time for little Alice to join in the fun."

I was eager to sample the little sprite's body, my cock beginning to harden at the thought of such a beauty laid before me. Jane simply nodded in assent and quickly departed, leaving me to my thoughts of Alice and my claiming of her sweet body.

Sated, though no less anxious to make my fantasies a reality with the diminutive Alice Cullen, I decided to observe our guests and see if I could encourage a swifter changing of their allegiances. Hurrying through the dark corridors, I came first to Isabella's quarters.

I watched from the two-way mirror as Santiago entered the room, guarding the door, as Gregorio began to set up his work station. Edward Cullen had already been restrained in the manacles hanging from the wall opposite Isabella's bed. I smiled as she shrank back against the headboard of the bed, moving as much as her bonds would allow.

Gregorio moved across the room and music began to pour from the hidden speakers. It was a fitting choice, Orff's Carmina Burana. I settled back to watch him work. His skill at torture as a human transferred into an almost mystical gift for sadism as a vampire. He would spend hours wringing pain and horror from Isabella as her mate looked on powerless to stop it.

I watched on joyfully as Gregorio began to work his magic, the agonizing screams ripping past beautiful Isabella Cullen's lips were music to my ears. I was surprised that Caius had not decided to join me in watching this sweet degradation.

The pained look on young Edward's face as his wife's screams reached a crescendo with the music and then waned in due order pleased me far more than he could ever know. I would break them; I wanted them and their gifts.

Young Edward and Alice were the most beneficial and Jasper would secure our guard's invincibility, but Isabella was far more useful as a pet to Caius and Athenadora. I took great pleasure in seeing the agony on her face as she was tortured. As Gregorio started to finish this round of torture, I withdrew and went in search of Caius.

I found him in his study. He was reading 120 Days of Sodom by the Marquis de Sade. He set the book aside as I knocked and entered. I nodded to the abandoned tome.

"Ah, the Marquis de Sade…I do wish we had reached him in time to grant him the dark gift. He was such a deliciously depraved man."

Caius inclined his head in agreement before addressing me with a dark smirk. "Did you have a reason for disturbing me, brother? Or perhaps you should like to recreate some of the more libertine gentlemen's parties from that day? I find that I quite crave those dalliances of late."

I huffed, exasperated at his never-ending advances and machinations. "Brother, I have come simply to tell you that you may wish to pass to the dungeons. Gregorio is with our delicate Isabella today. I suspect that the time may have come for you to claim your prize, my dear Caius."

Something akin to longing passed over his face as he stood and adjusted his robes. "Come," he replied, "Let us go observe the session and I will claim her at the perfect moment."

He turned to look back at me as we departed his chambers. "Has Chelsea been successful in her assignment to loosen the mating bond between them?"

I nodded in response and followed him back down to the viewing room where the next segment of torture was now playing out. The scene changed subtly. Edward was now divested of his clothing along with Isabella. I could see the subtle striping of the lashes that Santiago had doled out when he became too strenuous in his objections to the torture of his mate. The whip was laying in plain view of both vampires, the werewolf clawed tips gleaming with Edward's venom as a reminder not to get out of line again.

Isabella, meanwhile, had passed the screaming stage and now stared blankly in glassy-eyed horror, arms and legs splayed so that there was no indignity spared. Gregorio had carefully left only light marks, concentrated mostly on her breasts and tender stomach. I sat back to observe the next phase as he began to ready his instruments to be used below the waist. Caius rocked forward, his face almost pressing to the glass in his desire to watch her desecration.

I could see fleeting moments of glee cross Cauis' face as we watched Gregorio start with a tool designed to tear a vampire woman's inner walls, the serrated edges made of carved werewolf teeth that would rip and tear even a vampire's resilient flesh. The physical wounds heal quickly but the emotional impact would linger.

I was beyond delighted at the tools Gregorio had created. His innovation had served us well in the decades since he had been brought into the fold. I rocked on the balls of my feet for a moment as he thrust that into her, pink tinged venom pouring from her body as her back bowed and she thrashed and shrieked in agony. Young Edward screamed for his Isabella when she could no longer. His cries as she was tortured beyond means were delightful indeed, however their bond was still far too strong.

I made the decision to have Chelsea brought to the dungeon room. Her close proximity would allow her gift more strength. I made the call, Caius straining as he watched raptly, enthralled. I knew he was eager to take pleasure from the young newborn, but it would have to wait until the right moment.

I allowed Chelsea entry into the observation chamber and felt the insidious weight of her gift as it stretched out to eat away what remained of their mating bond. I idly wondered how to force their hand further. Watching young Edward as his bride was forced to copulate with Major Whitlock would have far reaching implications. I watched as, before my eyes, Edward began to struggle less, still disheartened at Isabella's torture, but not violently moved as before. Yes, I thought to myself, the time was ripe to force the three together and shatter whatever familial bonds still existed. I would make sure that a recording was made of the forced act to be viewed during future torture sessions with them & the seer.

I hesitantly laid my hand on Caius' shoulder and whispered to him of my idea. The gleam in his eye told me he could see the merit in the plan and so, with a simple phone call to Felix, Major Whitlock was readied for the task.

I bounced on my heels excitedly, leering as Felix and Alec pushed Major Whitlock into the room with Edward and Isabella. I would remain watching, but Felix and Alec would be the ones forcing him to defile Isabella or suffer the consequences. I could see Major Whitlock shaking as Felix told him of his purpose there. I knew Felix would promise retribution on his mate if he did not do as he was instructed. I could see the tense set of Jasper's shoulders as Felix growled instructions at him.

Felix was as much a prodigy as Alec and Jane. He had a long history of enforcing my ways, often using violent measures, which pleased me greatly. Isabella was beyond being able to use her shield, her hunger, her stress, and the shock of what she had been subjected to was far too great.

I could not help but clap my hands together in joy as Jasper begrudgingly made his way to Isabella. I could feel his regret, shame, and self-loathing as he began kissing her neck and chest. She heaved and sobbed as he moved over her. As I watched, I could see Edward starting to lose control again only to be silenced by Santiago and his whip. Jasper continued his preparations despondently, even though I could see his engorged member rising to attention. He really was a magnificent male specimen. I could only imagine his sire, Maria's, disappointment at his loss so long ago.

Satisfaction flowed through me as I witnessed him succumbing to the final act, his length thrusting forward completely into Isabella's still healing body. She bucked beneath him, her shrieks renewed in spirit as this final indignity was inflicted. He moved violently and at vampire speed within her broken body, wincing with each stroke as he could feel the pain and horror of everything Isabella had suffered and was now suffering through. With a smothered growl, he emptied his venom into her and walked quietly back to Alec and Felix with his head hanging down low.

The atmosphere became so thick with hatred that I could not pull my eyes from his. They were flat, a bottomless obsidian and he looked up just long enough to gaze into the two-way mirror, locking eyes with me for just a moment before he dropped his head again, seeming to shrink into himself as he was led back to his cell.

I realized two very important things in that moment. I had succeeded in breaking the feared God of War and I had also earned his hatred. I shrugged away the slight chill that realization brought and turned my attention back to Isabella and Edward.

Young Edward hung limply in his chains, no more fight in him. He looked away from his mate's body and when Santiago goaded him, lifting his head to show him her state, his eyes were dead. Isabella's battered and defiled body was rigid upon the mattress. She gazed unseeing at the ceiling, all signs of life having ceased. She did not so much as breathe, not even when Gregorio loosened her bonds and packed up his instruments. It was as if whatever spark had once animated her had been snuffed out of existence.

I had succeeded. They now belonged to me.

I took my leave as Caius adjusted his robes and crossed to the small lavatory to clean himself, having been moved to orgasm during the session. I knew he would go to her now. The timing was perfect and he could cast himself as her savior. She would serve him gladly in gratitude. The bonds of loyalty had been broken and were ripe to be reformed.

AN: Wow, heavy chapter. We'll be doing a series of short mini-chapters to show more of the passage of time and the next full length chapter will follow those. Thanks for sticking with the story and tell your friends!