A/n: um...tissues needed...Please hold steady on the pitchforks...razor blades...shanks...knives...guns...I promise...once we get through the next 2 chapters...redemption will be coming...AND, I will hold everyone's hand, if necessary.

* THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE* As well as some disturbing abuse...

My head pounded and my body was on fire as I felt consciousness finally move back into my body.

I couldn't move my hands, they were tied to something, as were my legs.

I went to scream but my mouth was taped shut.

There was a small flicker of light coming from the bathroom door that was partially opened as I took in the scenery of my bedroom.

Thankfully, Tanya was nowhere to be found but I did hear the low rumble of voices in the other room.

I tried in vain to free myself but I was bound well with small linked chains and steel handcuffs.

Panic settled in as I saw the lash marks all over my torso and legs, some actually bled while others were just lines across my already bruised skin.

The ones that bled were on fire like someone had poured alcohol on them.

I tried to lift my head to inspect more of my body but my head throbbed to the point where it felt like my eyes were going to explode. I whimpered and felt the tears fall just before the door flew open and there she stood, dressed in a black leather corset and thigh highs.

"It's about time your sorry ass woke up. What? You can't handle a little pain? Wimp." Her voice was like hot coals under my skin as her eyes pierced into mine.

"Why were you at the hospital today?" She asked as she walked around the bed and checked the bindings of my left arm.

I couldn't speak as my mouth was taped, but I knew that my eyes were as big as saucers.

She leaned over the bed, put her knee in my ribs and stripped the tape off of my mouth. As I screamed from the pain, she slapped my cheek.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She yelled in my face, our noses almost touched she was so close.

I closed my eyes to hold the tears at back. She preyed on me because I was weak. I had to figure out some way to be strong.

My mind went for the easy way out, death. I could just let her kill me and none of this would matter anymore. I shuttered at the thought of my family, my co-workers and Bella would know what went on in this house every single day. I couldn't have that either, that would be more pain for them. She would win if I let her kill me. I didn't want her to win.

"Dammit, open your eyes. You will watch me as I take from you, again. You will do what I tell you to or I will make sure that your family pays the ultimate price, do you understand me?" Tanya's eyes were pitch black, she was high on something, she was truly evil and wicked and I was absolutely convinced that she was the devil.

I nodded my head to placate her.

"Now, why were you in the hospital today?" She said as she straddled my chest and sat down on me.

"I passed out at work. They called an ambulance and took me there." I answered as truthfully as I could.

"Who took you there?" She questioned as she started to pinch me with her nails along my chest and neck.

"I guess the EMT's that came with the ambulance." I replied, I knew what she wanted me to answer but I refused to bring anyone else into this wickedness.

She slapped me across my face. "I called the fucking hospital, Isabella-fucking-Swan rode with you to the hospital in the ambulance." Her evil face twisted in glee as she pinched the skin under her fingernails. She watched as I flinched in pain as she asked me one more question, venom dripped from her every word. "Did you pass out from screwing her ugly ass?"

"No," my voice was again weak and small.

"You expect me to believe that they called an ambulance because you simply passed out and that no one else but that bitch could go with you to the hospital?" She said as she dug her nails into my collarbone.

I couldn't breathe through the panic that coursed its way through my body, the weight of Tanya on my chest and the pure hatred along with rage I saw on her face, it all worked together to push me into a full fledged panic attack.

"Yes." I said as she reached around and grabbed my dick.

"Well, you lying bastard, I don't believe you. I don't believe that you haven't been using this worthless dick to fuck her every which way that you can. It's the only explanation as to why you are never hard for me. She's an ugly duckling who has nothing on me." She flicked her hair over her shoulder than proceeded to climb off the bed.

I struggled to get my breathing under control, I needed to talk myself down from the panic or else I would pass out again. It would leave me at her mercy and I didn't want that either. I began to breathe as deeply as I could to slow myself down and remembered Bella's breathtaking smile when she introduced herself to me that first day in the office. I could feel some of the panic leave my body, until Tanya spoke again.

"But, I'm going to clean that dick and get all of her scent off it and make it so that you can't use it for her enjoyment any longer, how does that sound?" She cackled as she started towards the bathroom door.

Sheer terror flowed through my veins at the crazy ideas of what she was going to do to my penis. I struggled, I yanked and pulled to free myself but it was no use. There was no way for me to get free as Tanya walked back into the room with several items in her hands. She pulled on leather gloves as she situated herself on the bed between my legs, she looked up and smirked at me before flipping open the top on some ointment type tube.

"I'm going to burn her off your skin, so that her filth doesn't infect me, do you understand? This is all your fault, you know that right? If you had just been able to keep your dick in your pants, none of this would be necessary. But no, your ungrateful ass had to go and fuck it all up." Her hands started slathering something on my penis, it instantly burned and felt like flames were licking my skin.

Once she had my penis and ball-sac completely covered, she slid a condom on top of my dick. It felt like razor blades grinding into my flesh.

"That should hold you over for an hour or so, don't you think?" She said through an evil laugh.

I had to fight to keep the bile from coming up.

She moved up the bed and positioned her body over my face and sat down. "Since your cock can't get the job done, your tongue will have to do it for you. Now lick." She demanded and yanked my head back by the hair.

My head felt like it was going to explode from the pain and I saw bursts of light behind my eyes each time my head throbbed.

I gagged and that was the last thing I remembered as it all faded to black.

A/n: Still with me?