This chapter wasn't planned but every time I tried to write EPOV bloody Tyler just wouldn't shut up lol. I don't think this will be a regular occurrence so dont worry.

If a different POV isn't your thing then skip this. Also if you don't like gore then you may want to skip this chapter also. I think its quite tame but I know some people have had issues with my previous chapters.

Thanks again to Sherry for jumping straight in. I really couldn't do this without You.

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Chapter 9.

TPOV.

"Help! Somebody help me, please!"

What the hell? Fuck. Who was that? I struggled to open my eye, whatever the psycho had used to knocked me out was goddamn strong.

"Wha-" I clear my throat and try again. "Who's there?" Forcing my eyes to open I struggle to clear my vision. I squint at the blurry image in front of me. "What?" It takes me a moment to understand that I'm not alone anymore. Strapped to the table is a man. I can see the leather straps holding him down, he also has shrink wrap from the bottom of his feet up to his thighs. He's completely naked which has me feeling a little worried and a lot uncomfortable.

"Who's that? Is someone there?" He tries to turn his head but can't. Whoever this sick fuck is he has him strapped down good and proper.

I lick my lips and clear my throat. "Who are you?" My voice cracks. Fuck, I'm thirsty.

He pulls against his restraints. "Is this some kind of sick joke?!" He screams. "You're a fucking dead man. You hear me."

I groan annoyed. "Shut the fuck up." He continues to pull and groan. He'll give up soon enough and the sick fuck probably isn't too far away. "I'd give up if I were you. You ain't getting out of those bindings and shrink wrap."

"Why are you doing this?" He speaks between clenched teeth.

I snort. "I'm not doing anything. You can't see, but the sick fuck has me strapped to the fucking wall."

"Who is he? What does he want? Fucking tell me." His voice demands. Normally, I wouldn't stand for that shit, but I'm not exactly in the position to pop someone in the mouth.

He isn't scared yet, but I have no doubt he will be soon. Like me, he has no idea what is to come, but I have to give him credit I can see the strain in his muscles as he pulls at his restraints. He is one determined motherfucker, he pulls at those restraints like a true champ.

"I have no idea." I didn't have any answers for him. "What's your name?"

"My name is seriously pissed off right now!" He shouts angrily. It takes a few minutes of silence before he stops pulling at his restraints and we both fall silent. "Marcus. My name is Marcus. What's yours?" I can already hear the defeat in his voice. It didn't take as long as I thought it would. He's already given up and the sick fuck hasn't even done anything yet.

"Tyler… As for what you're doing here, I don't know." What the fuck was going on? "Do you know Bella Swan?" What the fuck had Bella gotten me into?

"No. Who is she?"

"My girlfriend." I had no idea how Bella knew this sick fuck, but I was going to kill her when I got my hands on her.

He starts to pull again. "Your girlfriend. Your girlfriend is why I'm here? What the fuck, man? I'm going to kill you and your bitch when I get out of here."

I can hear something. "Shhh. Be quiet." Someone is outside. I can hear them moving around.

"You're dead-"

"I think he's back." That shuts him up. We both fall silent. "Do you know how you got here?" I keep my voice low.

Marcus's chest heaves as he tries to compose himself. "I don't know." He pulls at his restraints again. "I don't hear anything. Let me the fuck out!" His scream vibrates throughout the room and I pray for someone to hear him.

All I can do is hang here and wait while my fellow captive screams for help that will not arrive.

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My companion and I had been bathed in silence for a while now, his screams had died down long ago and the tears had started. I knew how he felt. It had taken everything in me not to cry myself. I wasn't afraid to admit I was scared.

"I want to go home." His snot filled cries were getting annoying.

"We will get out soon. Just stay strong man." I knew my words were bullshit. This guy was seriously fucked up and I just wanted him to stop crying.

"Sorry Marcus." I hold my breath as our kidnapper's voice echoes through the room. "Unfortunately, you won't be leaving here today. Not alive anyway." The sick fuck enters the room and winks at me. "Good evening Tyler. Our entertainment for this evening will be starting shortly."

He walks around the room checking the plastic that covers the walls and steps into some white coveralls. My eyes stay focused on his movements as he puts on some surgical gloves and moves over to the table filled with what looks to be a wide range of knives. He picks up a scalpel and smiles sheepishly at me. "I borrowed this from the hospital. It's my lucky scalpel."

"I can pay you," Marcus begs.

"I don't need money, Marcus. I need to play." The sick fuck walks over to the table and looks down at Marcus. "I'm feeling a little..." He shakes his head and pouts slightly. "My father was so unfair to Isabella and I'm angry and when I'm angry…" His voice trails off and I watch as his face changes. Gone is the guy pouting over Isabella and in its place is something cold. It sends a shiver up my spine.

"Why are you doing this?" I have to ask. Surely, it can't just be about Bella. "Marcus doesn't even know Bella. So why?"

He places the scalpel beside Marcus's head and grabs the tape before making his way over to me. "You are the only one who is being punished for crimes against Isabella." He stands in front of me. "Marcus is a criminal. He not only has ties to some very big fish in the criminal world but," he leans forward like he wants to tell me a secret, but doesn't lower his voice, "he likes little boys too. You understand what I mean." I grimace at what he was implying.

"Okay, but I have committed no crime, especially against Bella." I had decided earlier that I had to try and reason with him. Threatening him or Bella when he had all the power wasn't very wise of me. "It's not worth it man. You would go down for life." I shake my head. "No woman is worth prison."

He looks at me and I swear his eyes change right in front of me. Gone was the cold look and in its place was something sinister. He truly looked evil. His eyes had a look I had never seen before. Angry. Detached. I didn't know how to describe it, but it seriously creeped me out. "Isabella is worth facing anything." He pulls a piece of tape off and places it over my mouth. "She's worth everything and I am seriously fed up with people telling me otherwise." He stands back and taps my cheek. "Now keep your eyes open and enjoy the show."

The sick fuck walks over to the table and pulls another piece of tape from the roll. "Now Tyler. Today you witness Marcus's punishment." He then looks down at Marcus, who is blubbering and pleading. "Any last words?" Real fear is visible on Marcus's face. It's as if it chokes him. Prevents him from pleading. The sick fuck places the tape over his mouth and smiles. "Very well." A tear falls from Marcus's eye, but he doesn't struggle.

The sick fuck cracks his neck and picks up a pile of papers. He leans over and holds it over Marcus's face. "Look." He shuffles through what looks to be pictures. "These boys are all gone because of you." Marcus shakes his head. "There is no point in denying it, I am very thorough in my research." He lets the photos fall to the floor. "Now, normally, I would not have a spectator to your punishment, but Tyler is special. My monster is looking forward to this weekend." His monster? What the fuck? This guy definitely has a screw loose.

The sick bastard picks up a small blade and makes lots of small cuts over Marcus's chest. He wipes his finger in the blood and looks at it closely. His face is calm, serene, almost and I finally realize the truth. I'm not getting out of here. Fucking Bella has gotten me involved in some serious shit. I try to speak through the tape, but it's no use. The sick fuck picks up a small bucket and dumps what looks to be salt onto Marcus's chest. Marcus's cries are muffled, but I can tell it stung like a bitch. The room falls silent and we both watch as Marcus's cries fall silent.

"That was interesting." He places the bucket down and picks up a hacksaw. "Did you know Tyler that sawing was a popular method of punishment during Medieval Europe? It was an extremely simple and cheap method of killing a victim. Mainly witches and thieves, but sometimes the occasional adulterer would meet their end by the saw." My eyes widen.

He waves the saw around. "Don't worry, although you are an adulterer." He shakes his head and mutters to himself. I can make out the words 'Isabella' and 'idiot' and I can feel my body tense up in fear. "I don't plan to use this on you." I relax slightly, unsure where this is going. "My monster is a little bloodthirsty today and as far as he's concerned the messier the better." He smiles creepily. "Shall we begin?"

I watch in horror as he places the saw over Marcus's wrist just below the restraint and starts to saw into it. Marcus screams and pulls, but it's no use. His muffled cries pierce through me and I don't even attempt to stop the tears from falling. He's going to kill him.

Fear washes over my body. He's going to kill me.

He saws slowly, small specks of blood staining his white coveralls. "Now normally I would cauterize the veins to reduce blood loss, but where would be the fun in that. The small bones are easy enough." I can feel the bile rising as the saw hits the table and the sick fuck knocks his hand onto the floor. "Marcus won't be needing these anyway." He makes his way around the table and starts on the other hand. "These hands have done terrible things, Tyler." The other hand falls to the floor and I can't help but pull at my restraints.

I want to get out of here. I want to go home.

He turns to face me. "What next? Feet?" The smile on his face is serene but his eyes are dead. They remind me so much of Bella's. Bella. This is her fault. Is this what she's into? She is obviously friends with the sick fuck. "No. Go big or go home right." I watch as the sick fuck places the saw over Marcus's stomach, his cries had died down to a low quiet moan now. He didn't have long left. "Hang on." He picks up a small kitchen blowtorch and starts to use it on Marcus's hands. "Let's make sure Marcus is awake to enjoy the finale. He's bleeding like a stuffed pig."

The smell of burning flesh makes me retch and I couldn't stop it if I wanted to, bile burns up my throat and leaves through my nose. The tape covering my mouth doesn't budge as I choke and heave. "Come on now Tyler, don't make a mess." The tears make it hard to see but I know what he's doing. The saw struggles to cut through Marcus's stomach, but the sick fuck persists, his eyes trained on his work. Blood is pouring out of Marcus's stomach and onto the floor with every motion of the saw. The sick fuck looks to be having the time of his life.

I didn't think it could get any worse.

I was wrong. "Now for the hard part. Hip bones, maybe I should have aimed a little higher." The psycho seems to put all of his strength into his sawing as he talks. "Did you know that cutting through bone is just like cutting through a log, except instead of wooden shavings you get this beautiful crimson spray?" Said spray hits his face and he giggles. Yes, the sick fucker giggles.

I couldn't look away as the sick fuck saws the body in half, a smile on his face the entire time. Marcus's body seems to shake with one last convolution and then he stills. I have no idea how he lasted so long. I have just witnessed someone being murdered. I think I'm in shock, my body shakes and I can hear my heart pounding.

The sick fuck frown and sighs. "Oh well." He shrugs and looks at me, a huge smile on his blood splattered face. "Your next Tyler."

The words echo through my mind. Your next Tyler. Your next Tyler. Your next Tyler.

I'm next. Fuck. I choke again on bile then everything blurs before turning black.

I'm next.

Have a killer day.