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Mal Meets the Rebel	By : Bloodylilcorpse Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or anything related to or from the 'Total Drama' Franchise. All characters are owned by Tom McGillis and Jennifer Pertsch. I do not profit nor make any money from this.

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Roxanne's Pov:
I was so shaken and overwhelmed by Mal's rash act of lust for me that I froze in terror until I heard Chris and Chef's voices entering the other room, and from what I could hear they were coming towards us. I wanted so desperately to scream for help, but at the same time, I was too embarrassed to be seen in my current predicament, so no words or even a sound passed my lips.
At the sound of them coming our way, Mal wasted no time in snatching me up and practically throwing me and himself into what looked like a towel closet. He didn't close it all the way, he left it opened just enough so he could peek out and watched them around the corner. He held me in place as he stood over me against the wall where I could not escape with one hand over my mouth so I couldn't make a sound, and the other pressing me further into him and the wall. Did he do it on purpose or just out of reflex due to the sudden invasion by Chris and Chef sudden appearance, I wasn't sure, but it let me feeling awkward and slightly smothered with his abs and his entire body pressed hard up against mine. I was starting to feel light-headed from being this up close, and the only thing I could hang on to so I didn't fall was his chest and I felt myself flush at how ripped he was. He looked so scrawny in his clothes, but with nothing on aside from a pair of swimming trunks, he was amazing to look at and touch, but I refused to let myself fall into that temptation no matter how hot he was. This just wasn't right. And it was Mal. I was scared before, but now I was feeling terrified by his manliness because I found it overwhelming, and I refused to let myself believe that I was starting to find him attractive. I had to get out of here, and away from him if not soon enough, I was certain that I was going to freak out.
Mal finally lets go of me and put his back to me as he continued to watch as Chris and Chef came strolling into the bathroom and hopped into the jacuzzi talking about how their day went. I peered timidly over his shoulder to see what was going on.
"Hey!" Chef said as he lowered himself into the jacuzzi as he addressed Chris, "If I didn't know any better. I'm pretty sure it was Mal that messed that Steve kid up. That poor kid will be lucky if he's not in a coma by tomorrow...And if it was Mal...That kid ain't right!"
"You're probably right on the money there, Chef." Chris replied as he sat down and sipped some champagne. "I wouldn't put it past him. That boy is disturbed."
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Chris spoke up again.
"Hey, you wanna make a wager?" Chris said smugly twirling his cup around.
"What kind of wager?...Do I look like a bookie to you?.." Chef remarked with a raised eyebrow.
"Maybe. One that involves a certain redhead and our chaotic little fiend.." Chris drawled on leaving that sentence wide open. "Ya know where I'm going with this, don't cha?.."
"What?!.." Chef said as he scratched his head and continued, "What are you trying to say?...You don't think Mal is actually interested in girls now do you?...That crazy kid is only been interested in maiming other kids and tearing up half the facility. Not to mention last week he set one of the parole officer's' car on fire."
Chris choked on his drink and said, "What?!...That was him?!..Why didn't you fill me in on that?!.."
"The boy is more trouble than what he's worth, trust me." Chef said in a serious tone as he shook his head.
"Well, you still interested in the wager?" Chris asked, practically oozing with giddiness.
"Sure why not, what is it?" Chef said with a sigh.
"I bet Mal has got the hots for that Roxanne chick. I mean come on, he's been in a lot less trouble since she's arrived, and if anything I heard he's been taking care to keep the other guys off her. Remember last night's little crisis?"
It was Chef's turn to choke on his drink, as he laughed then coughed and said, "I don't know man, I doubt it, but if he did take an interest in her, I can promise you it would be for something else. You know he's Mike's little demon that has a heart that bleeds blacker than that nasty coffee we used to serve on Total Drama Island."
After that last thing Chef said about Mal being Mike's demon, I was completely lost. I had no idea what he meant by that because I never really watched the show much, to be honest, so I never got a good look at what Mal was really like, not up until now.
Suddenly Mal turned around to face me, and in a taunting manner he said, "Looks like we'll be here a while, Red."
I backed away from him until my back hit the wall, he just smiled wickedly. I shuddered. This was the last place I wanted to be, and that was trapped in a towel closet with Mal with barely anything on to shield myself from him. He drew himself closer as he snaked his way towards me again and trapping me in the corner of the closet. I did my best to put on my bravest front, and not let him see my fear. I had a terrible feeling he could sense it like a wild animal on the hunt, preying on their victims.
He chuckled quietly as he made his next comment, "Well, I guess we'll finish where we left off then, won't we?.."
I started to tremble violently as I closed my eyes tight and shook my head "no" wildly as I fearfully whispered, "P-Please. No, don't Mal. I'll scream if you do..."
"Scream if you like, but I'm sure it'll look more awkward for you than me, if they found us like this, especially with what I'm planning to do with you now.." He drawled in that devious smirk of his that was beginning to terrify me beyond words.
I gasped as I tried desperately to pry him off me, but he was too strong, and what was worse I could feel him getting stiff down there. He becoming aroused by my fear, and it was like he was inhaling it like a drug.
He brought his lips just inches from my cheek as he whispered in my ear, "Don't worry Roxanne, I won't take your virginity in here. This is just not fitting for it, but I will give you a taste of what's to come when I do."
I started to tremble even more by those words he hissed into my ear as I looked fearfully up into his face and begged him not to, but he just looked down into my eyes with this smile that terrified me to my very bones.
He slowly lowered himself to my waistline, and began to pull the bottom of my bikini off even though I tried to fight and prevent him from doing it, but he just snickered as he removed it and pulled me by my waist close his face as he looked up at me.
"You might want to hold on to something Red because I'm about to make a meal of out you." He whispered up to me with this devilish grin.
My eyes widen in fear as I started to protest and push him away, but it did no good he wasn't going anywhere, and I then knew that this was going to be a long night until Chris and Chef left. Without any further warning, Mal parted my legs and I could feel him down there using his mouth as he tongued my most sensitive area. I could feel him like he was swabbing all around down there with his tongue, and it was making me thrash around uncontrollably. I felt like I was going mad, it felt so good but wrong at the same time. I grabbed his head with my fingers tangled in his hair with one hand and placed the other against the wall as I tried to hang on. What was this feeling?...I feel so strange...It was maddening...I have to pry him off of me...I can't deal with this much longer...My legs are shaking and I think I'm going to fall...
"Mal, please stop..I think I'm gonna crash, I can't take much more of this, please stop!" I begged as I tried to stop a moan from slipping passed my lips.
He paused for a moment and then suddenly got up as he pulled me into his arms, he pressed me further into the wall as he started kissing my collarbone softly up my neck to my cheek and back down my neck again. I continued to struggle as I shuddered from these new feelings and sensations that Mal was awakening in me. I wanted nothing more than for him to stop, but at the same time I hated myself for admitting this, but I was starting to feel good, really good like when you have your first cup of wine. My body felt tingly like it was on fire and instead of putting it out, Mal was making it burn hotter. I had to bite back the strange sounds that could only be described as moans that kept trying to escape out of my mouth. I was panting and as I still tried to free myself. I could feel that he was still wet from being in the jacuzzi when I repeatedly tried to push him back with my palms pressed firmly into his chest. He was not backing down regardless of how hard I tried to fight him off and what he was doing to me. I could feel myself becoming drained from my efforts to escape. It was like he was a leech and he was sucking all my energy from me. A wave dizziness began to take root, and I could feel myself swaying and losing my footing, but he held me in place as he heavily breathes into the side of my face as I refused to let him kiss me.
He took hold of my chin and made me look into his hungry eyes as he said in a rough whisper, "You taste like honey...So sweet..."
I could feel him as his hands traveled all over my skin, all over my back to my sides and everywhere else. It felt like someone poured a bucket of ice-cold water over me. It took my breath away, and I could barely breathe.
After a while, I could hear Chris and Chef leaving, which I was so thankful for. As soon as they left both rooms, I reached up with what strength I had left and slapped Mal as hard as I could, which startled him. He instantly stopped and looked lost and confused for a minute which gave me the perfect timing to grab a towel to cover myself and get out.
Frantically I grabbed my clothes and was about to run when Mal seized my wrist and spun me around to face him.
"Where do you think you're going?" He said with annoyance clearly dripping from his tongue.
"Please, Mal..." I said with panic rising in my throat. "Isn't this enough?...Please let me go."
He pulled me closer as he wrapped his other arm around my waist and said, "It's enough when I say it is."
He paused for a moment like he was lost in thought as he bore his stare into me, and then said, "It is late. I'll take you back to your cell, but we're not done here. We're far from done here."
He let go of me and told me to get dressed. I quickly did just that as soon as he turned around as he dressed heatedly. He didn't say much to me after that, and it made the silence all the more uncomfortable on our way down the halls and up the elevator. His silence left me feeling worried like he was going to do something much worse. I began to regret slapping him now, but I didn't know any other way of getting him off me. He didn't say a word to me until we reached my cell as he unlocked the door since they lock automatically at night on their own.
As I walked inside and put my wet things into the sink to dry, he spoke from outside the cell door and said, "Just remember what I say. You are mine now, but you are still free to go where you please. I'll come for you when I wish it."
I couldn't bring myself to look at him not after what he did, but then I realized it angered me that he was doing this me, so I looked up at him with the most hatred I could muster as I hissed back at him, " Go to hell, Mal! Just leave me alone! You've done enough..."
He looked taken back by my response but then laughed as he smirked, "Sweet dreams my defiant little wildcat."
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