My vision blanked out a bit as sweet unconsciousness threatened to come but was pulled back. Please, let me feel nothing! Warmth pooled in my pants and ran down my face, and I couldn't care less. Narcissa was no longer being tortured by her own son, and that was the only solace as the knives dug deeper and found new places to find pain within me. This was much worse than Bella was; how will I ever defeat a man this powerful?