AN: -Comes out of hiding- You guys ready to forgive me yet? Regardless, here is a chapter for you. It's not perfect, and it's not exactly what I want, but there's not much else I could do with it. I got a few mixed reviews from my beta and my two prereaders. There was either just enough of the torture or not enough. I decided to not add any of the gory details, but I did add some torture of another kind. You'll see when you get there.

Thank you a million times over to JaspersBella and the woman who owns me, HoudinisBox (on Twitter). Without their undying support of this story, I'd have quit writing this chapter a long time ago. The biggest thanks goes to Beegurl13, my unbelievable Beta who makes me laugh with some of her comments. "Do you know what hotter than usual in July for Phoenix would be?" According to her, it's normally around 115 degrees in July, so hot for then would be about 120. She would know, she lives in Phoenix. So consider that when you hit that line in the story. Any mistakes you find are probably my fault and added after B had her hands on the chapter.

Disclaimer and Warning: I own absolutely nothing. SM owns it all. HoudinisBox owns me, essentially. Well, with this story at least. Carlisle is about ten shades of an asshole. He's a bastard. I don't want to hear it. Bella's a bitch in this chapter, and is darker than she has ever been and ever will be. 18 to buy porn, 18 to read the porn.

Esme Platt

The past couple of hours I had spent in the interrogation room were rough. Many of the details I told Detective Masen were details I hadn't thought of in a while. However, the next victim brought a smile to my face. Not because I wanted to tell her story, but because she was the only victim I actually had a hand in murdering.

"What's that smile for, Mrs. Cullen?"

"Esme Anne Platt. She was a nurse at the hospital. She worked with Carlisle. She was in love with him. Of course, it wasn't obvious to anyone except for me and Carlisle. She hid it well." Edward's jaw dropped. I realized that for the first time, I sounded like a psychopath.

"So, because she was in love with Carlisle, he decided to kill her?" he asked.

I shook my head and laughed a little bit. "No, that was my first and only kill in Carlisle's 'Time of Terror,' as he liked to call it." My eyes glazed over as I thought about what had happened and what led to the decision to kill Esme.

It was a hot day in Phoenix—hotter than it normally was in July. Carlisle had just walked in the door and his platinum hair was in more disarray than normal. I raised a brow as he placed his brief case by the door.

"Esme." It was all he needed to say. I understood exactly what he went through at work.

"Invite her to dinner for Thursday night. I think I want to have some fun with her," I said. Carlisle's eyes darkened at my words. It was the first time I had ever expressed any interest in killing, and he knew it.

Before I could get any other words out of my mouth, I was pinned against the wall. Carlisle had my wrists in one of his hands, and he held them over my head as his hips pushed against mine. His lips were at my ear whispering his words seductively.

"I can't wait to see you get your hands on her, Bella. I want to see you drain the life out of her. You're perfect for me, Angel. Cooking dinner like a good housewife, then suggesting we invite the one woman who makes you jealous over for some fun. I have never met another woman like you." I was thrilled by the idea that my jealousy pleased Carlisle, especially because it wasn't something I normally had a problem with.

My husband was extremely good looking. I could never deny that. Women hit on him all the time—mothers, wives, teenage girls, whores, and sluts—I was used to it. The only thing that kept me sane was the fact that he was coming home to me every night. I never doubted what we had, after all there was a reason Carlisle had married me. I trusted him to not go out and find other women to satisfy himself.

However, even with that, Esme Platt got under my skin. She constantly flirted with Carlisle, even though he continued to tell her that it wasn't worth it. He was just going to come back to me any way. Nothing could keep him away from me, and nothing would tear us apart. She just didn't understand that.

Once most of the nurses met me, they understood why Carlisle wouldn't walk away from me so easily. I was easy to get along with, but I also had a way of capturing his attention. No one challenged the love we had for each other. Except for the stupid bitch.

As Carlisle's teeth were dragging across my skin, I could see the ideas forming in my head. The kill wouldn't take place in the bedroom. She didn't deserve to go into the room I shared with Carlisle.

My thoughts were stopped at the sound of a shirt being ripped open. I pulled my lips away from Carlisle and looked down to see my shirt hanging from my arms. I quickly shrugged out of the shredded fabric before running my hands over Carlisle's chest, quickly unbuttoning his shirt.

My hands were released so he could pull his shirt off, my hands moving to his hair. My fingers wove in and out of the silken strands as his velvet lips caressed and nipped along the tops of my breasts. I could feel my entire body heating up. My stomach muscles were working overtime as they continued to clench and release at every touch.

I was quickly pulled off the wall so Carlisle could remove my bra. As it fell to the floor, I pulled Carlisle back to me. Our chests were connected and heaving with the desperate need for each other. My hands wandered down to his pants, and I swiftly pulled his belt off, the buckle softly clanging together. With a flick of my wrist, his pants were unbuttoned and I was pulling the zipper down.

As I pushed his pants and boxers down, he was disposing of my jeans. The cool air rushing between my legs made me hiss. Carlisle pulled away from me with an evil smirk on his face.

"Are you ready for me, Angel? Is your pussy dripping and begging for me to touch you? Does it need my cock to push in and out of you so it can find some sort of release?" He asked.

"Yes, sir. I need to feel you in me. I need to feel the pleasure only you can give me. Please, Carlisle. I'm begging you. Fuck me like no other man can." Without any hesitation, he roughly pushed himself into me.

My moans bounced around the kitchen as Carlisle resumed his assault on my body. He knew how to play my body well. He knew my needs, my wants, and knew exactly what needed to be done to prolong my orgasms.

"No other woman has ever made me want to fuck her as much as you do. My cock is begging to be inside of your pussy twenty-four hours a day, Isabella. I have to make time every day so I can sit in my office and fuck myself to the thoughts of you. There are days I think about you sucking my cock, and others I think of you bent over the desk in my office." His words about me being bent over his desk made me twitch with anticipation. His normally blue eyes turned a dark gray. The desire and dominance in his eyes were torture to me some days.

"Fuck! Carlisle!" I yelled as his thrusts became deeper and harder. His hands were gripping my hips as hard as possible, the pain making the pleasure that much more intense. I knew he was close because his words turned into incoherent babbles. As my walls tightened around him, he slammed into me one last time.

His forehead was against my shoulder as we both came down from our natural highs. As our breathing returned to normal, Carlisle placed me back on the ground. He softly kissed my cheeks and lips, reminding me again that there was a sweet and caring man underneath everything.

The next two days passed faster than I thought possible. In what seemed like no time at all, Carlisle was on his way home, bringing Esme in the car with him.

I played the good little house wife during the day, making sure the house was spotless. It needed to be appropriate for the company I was keeping. I pulled the ingredients I would need out of the fridge for baked rigatoni. I knew Carlisle would want a treat tonight, so his favorite meal would have to work.

At twenty after five, the front door to my house opened. Carlisle's head was thrown back in laughter, and the bitch had her hand on my husband's arm. My eyes flashed with murder as I continued to plot her death.

At this point, it was going to happen. I just wasn't sure how. I wasn't sure if I wanted to take my time with it, or if I wanted to get it over with as fast as possible.

"How was your day, Carlisle?" I asked with a deathly sweetness in my voice. His blue eyes flashed to mine, and I could see the joy in his eyes.

"It was wonderful, Angel. I was just telling Esme how it was your idea that we invite her to dinner." I nodded my head as I approached my husband. I wanted to remind Esme that my husband responded to only one person.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips to mine, roughly nipping at the velvety texture of his lips. A growl broke out of Carlisle's chest, and I was suddenly pinned to the wall. Esme's not so subtle throat clearing brought me out of my trance.

"Sorry. I was just welcoming my husband home from a rough day at work. See, there's this nurse that continually pesters him and tries to get him to sleep with her. I just wanted to remind him that his faithfulness is appreciated." Carlisle chuckled softly behind me as he dipped his head to nip at my neck.

"I don't know what he sees in you. You're nothing but a two bit whore who can't keep her legs together." Before I could even form a response, Carlisle was shoving Esme towards the basement stairs.

"I'll deal with you in a minute."

I watched as the two of them disappeared down the stairs. A soft chuckle escaped my lips at the thought of what he was going to do to her. I had put some rope, a blindfold, and a chair down there earlier in the day. It was up to Carlisle to do whatever he wanted.

After a few minutes of making sure the oven and stove was turned off, I stood by the basement steps. I could hear the muffled sobs coming through the door, but it didn't affect me the way it should have.

Sooner than I expected, the door opened, and Carlisle was approaching me with a grin on his face. His sleeves were rolled up, and the top few buttons of his shirt were undone. He tilted his head toward the door, with a smile.

I nodded my head and slowly walked down the stairs. With a hand on my shoulder, Carlisle made his way to the basement behind me. The chair was sitting in the corner with Esme tied to it. In front of her was a poker table I had bought for Carlisle years ago. I was excited to see where this was going.

I walked up to her and kneeled in front of her. Her eyes were pleading for help as tears continued to stream down her face.

"Esme, I told you to leave my husband alone. I've actually told you this many times, but since you don't know how to listen, I've had to take matters into my own hands." Her eyes widened as I felt Carlisle approach behind me.

He grabbed a hold of my arms and pulled me from the floor. Without saying a word, he pulled me over to the other side of the table and bent me over it.

I looked into Esme's eyes with a sadistic grin. I was going to get off in front of her to the one thing she wanted, and would never experience.

Carlisle flipped my skirt up, exposing my covered ass to him. Without hesitation, he pushed the thin fabric I called underwear down my legs. I didn't bother kicking them off. It didn't matter one way or another to me. I'd slip out of them later if I had to.

"She's such a good girl, Esme. Don't you think? She knows what to do to please me. She's always ready for me at a moment's notice." I shivered as he ran his finger over my entrance. I whimpered softly as he moved his finger away from me.

I could hear him unbuckling his belt, and before I knew it he was sheathed inside of me. I couldn't help but watch Esme the entire time Carlisle was having his fun with me. I could see the tortured look in her eyes.

I didn't last that long—I didn't think Carlisle wanted me to. Within minutes of him bending me over the table, I was clamping down around him.

The look on Esme's face said it all. In those few short minutes, she had tears streaming down her face. I wasn't sure if it was because of the fact that she knew she was going to die, or if she saw the love we had for each other, but she was crying. I was enjoying it.

"Do you see, Esme? No one can compare to my Angel. She's one of a kind and the only person in the world out there for me."

As he finished, he placed gentle kisses to my neck. I could feel the love Carlisle had for me in those tiny kisses. They spoke volumes when his words couldn't.

I fixed my skirt and kicked my underwear off. I turned to Carlisle with a pleading look. He knew what I wanted to do. He grabbed the scalpel and quickly handed it to me.

"Leave her torso clean, Angel. I need to be able to sign her." I nodded my head and slowly sauntered over to the woman tied to the chair.

"It's been the two of you, hasn't it? You're the two that have been killing people these past few months!" I laughed sharply.

"No, dear. It's been him the entire time. You're my first kill."

Her begging and pleading rang out in my mind as I came back to the present.

"Mrs. Cullen, are you telling me that you were the one that committed the worst of all of his victims?" Detective Masen asked. I nodded slowly.

"Isabella, you slit her throat. You also cut her wrists, legs, and ankles." My shoulders moved in a shrug. I knew what I had done. It wasn't a surprise.

"I cut her ankles first. Well, her Achilles tendon. Then I moved up her legs. Carlisle told me where the major arteries were. I avoided the ones that would cause death in minutes. I wanted her to suffer."

As I described in detail what I had done to Esme, Edward just sat and took notes. He didn't let any emotions cover his face. He wasn't shocked, surprised, or in horror at what had happened.

"The one thing I have noticed with you, Mrs. Cullen, is that your emotions get to you during a kill. Carlisle's kills were never as gory as yours were."

I laughed softly. "Except for Garrett's."

AN 2: Hit the green button. And I promise, more Garrett to come.