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I have decided to post the original version on here, but please read at your own risk. This chapter will contain memories from Isabella's past. There will be torture. So, a warning to everyone who doesn't like that sort of thing.

Chapter 4

Isabella's POV:

April 1933

I was at a friend's house, sitting on a chair next to a fireplace. As I was sipping wine and listening to my friend, Gabrielle tells me about her little nephew, the front door opened.

Her husband walks in with a newspaper in hand. "Morning, darling." He said, taking off his hat and giving his wife a kiss on the cheek. "I want you two to be careful. A group of rapists is on the loose. Please don't wonder out in the streets too late." He set the newspaper down on the coffee table before us and left the room.

I looked at it for a brief moment before picking it up. The headline read, "Five Rapists on the Loose."I read through some more and it said that the men raped a young woman and took her. No one knows the identity of the woman but there were witnesses that said she was beaten. Investigators examined the scene and believe that the woman is dead, judging by the amount of blood that was spilled on the concrete.

Witnesses described the men as tall, well dressed, four of the men had black hair, one blond, two were wearing hat, and they seemed to be heavily intoxicated as they had bottles in their hands and were laughing obnoxiously.

I was consumed with rage. "A very sad thing to happen. I will never understand what motivates a men to do such sick things." Gabrielle's soft voice said.

I looked at her and set the paper down. I shook my head, "You never know what is truly going on in someone's mind." I said, leaving the secret double meaning unexplained.

"I hope she is brought justice, if not for her, for her beloved family." Gabrielle said.

I nodded absently, "They will get their own. The woman's death will not go unpunished."

I got up and set the wine glass down, "I should go. It's getting late."

I walked to my car and drove to the general area where the paper said the event took place. I stopped the car when I smelled blood. I got out and tracked the scent. It took me a while to track all five men but I managed. I wrote down their addresses and broke into their homes, kidnapping them.

I brought them each to my house. At the time, I only had for apprehended. I left them men gagged and tied up, sitting in chairs.

When I reached the last man at his house, he was sleeping. He had long black hair, a mustache, and a light beard and he was still wearing his suit. I smelled the woman's scent all over him. It enraged me further.

I grabbed him, rudely awakening him from his sleep. Before he could scream, I gagged him and brought him to my house with the others.

All five men were aligned in chairs, gagged, moaning, trying to untie themselves, and trying to scream. I walked around them, trying to think of something.

I smiled and held up my hands, silently telling them to stop making noise so they could hear me.

"Listen. I know what you did and I think it is despicable. Don't you think there should be some consequences?" I asked

They all shook their heads violently. I laughed, "Well I do." I looked into each of their eyes, "Now. You will not scream, or try to run away, you will just obey my every command." I said. I watched their pupils grow, signaling they are under my complete control.

I untied and ungaged them. "I'm in the mood for music. Let's go." I said. I made sure they were all dressed in suits before heading out. I doubted we would be let in, if we looked anything but dressed up.

They all looked completely confused but followed me down the street to the theater.

"This is my favorite place to go to." I said, motioning them to sit down. We were at the very top, isolated so that no one could witness what I had planned.

I looked at the men and saw that they were frightened beyond belief. "Why can't aren't we able to run?" One man asked.

I looked to him, "Because I won't allow it and what I say, goes."

"But we physically can't!" Another man said. His tone was laced with fear and anger.

I smirked, "It's a terrible feeling, isn't it? Not being in control? Imagine what that woman felt when you did those awful things to her."

Another man rocked forward in his seat, looking at me, "We didn't-"

I held up a finger, "Shush. Don't try to deny it. I can tell when you are lying. I'm not what you think I am. There is no escape from my grasp. The only thing you can do now is endure."

I sat there for a moment before looking at them, "Do any of you have a watch?"

They looked at me with wide eyes. I shook my head, "No matter. I'm sure it will start soon. The arts are so underappreciated. I love it all; music art, theater, the whole works. It is truly breathtaking." I said.

"What are you going to do to us?" The blond man asked, not paying attention to me.

"Did you tell the woman what you would do?" I looked to them and saw that they had a blank expression. "I guess you won't either."

"So you are going to do everything we did to her, to us?" He asked.

I smiled, "Now you admit it. In any case, no. Not exactly. You'll see."

The curtains opened, signaling the start. The theater clapped before the performance began. The performers started playing their music and I reveled in it and took a sip of wine before saying, "Let's get started."

I took out a piece of paper from my purse. "I took the liberty of writing down what you did to that woman. Let's see. The first thing that's on the list is that you beat her." I looked up at them and saw that their eyes widen.

"Hmm. How do I choose which one of you?" I wracked my brain up and said, "I know. I have dice with me. I will think of a number and each of you will roll. Whichever two rolls the closest, is the unlucky fellow. "Let's begin." I got out two dice and handed it the man next to me. "We'll start with you."

He stared at it and I had to tell him to roll again before he did. He rolled a seven. "Okay, pass it to the man next to you and so on." He looked into my eyes trying to see if he was close to the number I was thinking of. When he couldn't figure it out, he passed it.

The next man rolled an eleven. He did the same thing, trying to read my expression before passing it to the blond man.

The blond man a five and passed it on.

The man rolled a four and passed it to the last man who rolled an eight. He looked at me and I just stared at the dice. "Uh oh. Dead on. The number I was thinking about was eight. Who was the one that rolled a seven? Was it you?" I asked pointing.

He shook his head vigorously. "I rolled an eleven." He said shakily.

I cocked my head, telling him I didn't believe him.

"I rolled an eleven!" Another man said.

I smirked, "You don't really know who your friends are until they are put to a test." I looked at the men, "Stand here." I said, pointing to the other side of me. They shakily got up and sat in the seats.

I picked up my bag and got out a hammer. I pointed to the man who rolled an eight. "You rolled an eight so you will suffer the pain." I turned to the other guy, "Luckily, you didn't but you rolled a seven which means, you will be the one administering." I handed him the hammer.

I looked to the man who rolled an eight, "Please place your hands on the desk." He did as we was told, whimpering with fear.

I looked to the other man, "Slam the hammer on your friend's fingers one at a time." I looked in the other man's eyes, "No screaming or complaining. People are trying to enjoy the show." I said gesturing to the stage.

I nodded to the other man, telling him to start. By the time he finished, the other man was clutching his hands, whimpering. His friends looked at him with fear as to what was next.

A waiter came up to us, "Any food or beverages for you?" He whispered.

"Yes, wine, please." I said

I looked at the list, "Next, you broke her wrists." They all looked at me with horrified expressions. I gave the dice to the same man, "Go ahead."

I could tell he was trying to break my compulsion but it was no use. He couldn't. He rolled and so on. I looked to the blond man, "You're turn." I patted the seat next to me.

He reluctantly got up and sat down next to me. "I seriously doubt any of your friends have the strength to do it the way I want t so I will take this one." I held out my hand, "Give me your hands." I said, casually.

He placed both hands in mine. I maneuvered my body so I was facing him. "Same rules apply to you. No screaming or complaining."

I pressed my thumbs on his wrists and twisted it all the way around slowly. I heard the sound of bones cracking and crunching together in protest. I looked up at the blond man and saw he had tears falling from his eyes. He whimpered in pain but it was muffled by the loud music. I let go and told him to go back to his seat.

The waiter came back and gave me what I ordered. I thanked him and we left.

"I think I will skip the dice. It's taking too long and I want to get back to enjoying the show. All of you will have this punishment."

They tried to scream but they couldn't under my compulsion.

I grabbed my paper, "It says here you cut her."

I grabbed the wine bottle and poured the wine out, leaving just the empty bottle. I broke the bottle so that there was a big jagged piece. It was razor sharp. "I'll start with you, you, you, you and then you." I said pointing.

"Shame, the carpet will be stained with your blood." I said.

I motioned for the first guy to stand up in front of me. "Remove your pants and underwear."

His eyes widened, "Why?"

"I'm going to make sure that you never do this again…by removing the problem." I said, gesturing to his crotch.

He looked down and started to cry, "Please don't do this. Please don't do this."

I looked at him, "I imagined that you heard that a lot from her. Please, don't, stop. You torturing her was a game more than anything else. A desire to fulfill your needs. You and your friends were ruthless, you became her living nightmare and you and your friends delighted in her agony, her pain, her suffering. You and your friends didn't show a shred of decency or mercy. This is why I am doing this. You will feel what it felt like for her, what she went through and know the pain of what it feels like to have your choices and your life taken away against your will."

"I am sorry! I will never do it again. I was drunk. I had no control when I was drunk." He said sobbing.

I shook my head, "Who made you drink? Did someone stuff it down your throat? No, it was you. You chose to drink; therefore, you chose everything that follows. You cannot change my mind. I do not believe you when you say that you will never do it again."

The music ended and the next event was opera.

"Take it off." I said.

He cried harder and did as I told. I castrated him and his friends. Blood spewed everywhere. I was covered with the men's blood. It was all over the seats, my dress, my face and floor. The men's bodies were lying carelessly around me.

The opera was still going. I took a sip of wine and knelt down.

I looked at the last man I castrated and killed. I picked him up to sit him on the chair. His body left my grip, leaving me holding his suit jacket. I looked at the tag and the name read, Royce King II.

I woke up gasping for air; my face and body was covered in sweat. I looked every which way, not knowing what was going on or where I was. I came to realize that I was at home in bed. I switched on the light beside my bed.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I splashed my face with cold water before going back to bed. 'Who is Royce King II'?