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Mal Meets the Rebel	By : Bloodylilcorpse Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Roxanne's Pov:
I was having a good dream, everything felt really nice like I was on cloud nine, and I don't know why I suddenly woke up. I was vaguely conscious when I snuggled further into my covers, that's when I started realizing that something was off. I feel like I was cuddling up to a large stuffed-animal like I was hugging it in my sleep, but I knew this could not be because whatever it was, it gave off body heat. It felt nice though, at least until I became aware that whatever my leg was draped over, a hand was resting on it. At that moment, I knew something was very wrong here as my eyes shot open wide and see Mal's sleeping face right next to mine. I let out a short scream as I shoved him out of the bed as I lay there panting for a minute because of the scare it gave me. I could hear Mal scrambling to get up as I crawled over to where he fell, I look down and see him in a sitting position staring angrily back up at me.
"What the hell was that for?!" He demanded as he got up to his feet and glared down at me.
"What the hell were you doing in my bed?!" I barked back as I sat up as my eyes locked onto his mixed with fear and anger.
He looked at me with confusion for a minute and then said, "What do you mean "what the hell you doing in my bed?"...You're the one that wanted me to, remember?" He said annoyed as he sat down on the bed and started looking me over like I was the one that was crazy.
"No, I didn't! Why would I even say that?!" I said with disbelief as I stared at him wondering just what the hell he was up to.
"Are you telling me you don't remember what you did last night?!" He said with a surprised look on his face as he cocked an eyebrow at me.
I felt myself starting to get pale and really nervous as he continued to look at me like he was seeing me for the first time.
"I don't know what you're talking about, all I did was sleep last night. You're the one that has explaining to do, I don't know what you're up to Mal, but I don't like it. Not one bit." I said with as much bravo as I could muster while Mal continues to look at me with curiosity.
He didn't say anything as he studied me for a moment like he couldn't decide whether to believe me or not.
Then he laughed and said, "You really don't remember, do you?...This is rich. I'm gonna enjoy dishing it out for you later, Red."
"What are you talking about?...Why can't you tell me now?" I asked nervously as I could feel more nerves on edge.
"Because Roxanne, one: the old bat is here, two: you not knowing is all the more fun for me, and three: I don't feel like telling you right now, but when I do consider is a treat on me." He said with an evil smirk as he turns to meet Mrs. Jones at the door.
Before he did, he stopped as he whispered in my ear, "The longer you have to wait, the more it will eat you alive. That's why I'm not telling you now, babe."
Then what he did next threw me off my game completely, he grabbed my chin and kissed my cheek very roughly. I immediately jerked back out of reflex and stared back at him in shock as he smugly strolled up the door waiting for Mrs. Jones to unlock it.
I growled at him as I felt my face turn bright red, I then decided I wasn't ready to face the day, so I just wrapped myself back up in my covers as I laid back down and pretended I was sleep. Pretending to be anywhere else, but here. As I was lying there underneath the covers, I could hear Mal explaining to Mrs. Jones what happened, but I didn't hear any of it because I was still dumbfounded by Mal's sudden show of affection. I knew it had to mean nothing, it was Mal, but I still couldn't get passed it as I touch my cheek where his lips were just moments ago. What the hell has gotten into him?...He's messing with me...That's got to be it...He's trying to get in my head and screw with me... Clenching my fist to my chest as I frown and think to myself...Well, I won't let him have that power over me!...That jerk!
Mal's Pov:
After I took care of Red with the old hag, I immediately left the infirmary because I needed to know what exactly was going on with me. This kind of thing has never happened to me before, and it unnerved me. I didn't like it. The kiss was nothing I haven't already pulled on my "old pets" but somehow I rather enjoyed it more than I should have; way more than I should have. It left me feeling...What is the word for it?...Good?...Weak?...Surely I was just a little hot and bothered because I slept with her body all pressed up against me, that had to be it, right?...I never felt anything beyond that after messing around with my past pets, so why did this feel different then?...Why did I want to turn around and go back and finish what I started?...
The more I thought about it the more I was trying to convince myself that I was just horny and hadn't done anything really naughty in awhile, and it was only natural that I was finding myself more drawn to Roxanne. Plus she was the only female here, not counting the staff, but they don't count. She is nice to look at, and I do like a girl with spunk; one that didn't mind me was one that I saw as a challenge. I smirked. I had to admit one thing though, she just made things a lot easier for me by getting herself hurt. She was open prey now with that injury which meant I could come at her anytime I wanted, and she'd wouldn't be able to resist me at least not for very long or escape for that matter. I chuckled at the thought.
Then I remembered something else since I wasn't taking care of my little pet, I needed someone to do so in my place until I got back. I knew she'd be prey not to just me, but any of the other guys now that she could barely walk. So I pulled out my walkie and called one of my boys, "Hey Pete."
I waited for his response which wasn't very long, "Yeah, you rang Boss?"
"I need you to do me a little favor." I replied.
"Sure, what is it?" He asked.
"I need you to keep an eye on my little flower until I get back. Think you can handle that?" I said with a smirk.
"Yeah, sure. It won't be a problem. Where's she at? In her cell?" He asked.
"No, in the infirmary, I trust that you can handle it from there."
"On my way, Sir" He concluded as the walkie went dead after that.
"Good." I said as I put mine up.
As soon as I turn the corner and walked up the therapist door, I see that the lights are off and a note attached to the door that read:
I'm sorry, but I'll be out for a few days due to the flu season that just hit. Those of you that have an appointment to see me, I shall reschedule your appointment as soon as possible. Again, I apologize for the inconvenience.
Signed, Jared T. Warren
I ripped the note off of the door and crumpled it up and threw it, I was infuriated. This was ridiculous, and it took all I had not to punch a hole in the glass frame in the door. I stormed off to the main office, if I couldn't get answers here, then I sure as hell was gonna get some from another source.
Roxanne's Pov:
I sat patiently on the bed as Mrs. Jones carefully unwrapped my foot so that she could inspect my wound. She had gone to her cabinet to retrieve a few things first before she did anything while I sat and waited, but now that she was looking at it, she didn't look too mad about all this, but she did have a very stern expression on her face though.
After she fully removed the bandages, she said, "Well, it looks like Mr. Mal did a fairly good job with the stitches. The swelling is expected, but it doesn't look too bad, and there are no signs of infection, so I guess you can thank him next time you see him."
I was in a bit of awed by what she said. I didn't even think to look myself now that I thought about it, I was too busy being angry with him for his cocky behavior that I never got a chance to tell him thank you, even though I'm sure he would just gloat about it. I never really knew that Mal was good at that kind of thing, but when I think about it, it kind of made sense. He was covered in a lot of scars when I thought back to the time I saw his figure in the jacuzzi; for some odd reason that made me blush. I'm not sure if it was because of his figure or the things he did, or both, but I definitely didn't like the things that he did. Not at all. At least I keep telling myself this, now I'm not so sure after everything that's happened though. I'm so confused at this point, but anyways back to the main deal that I was going over. He does get into a lot of fights, so knowing how to take care of wounds must be a second hand natural to him. I wonder just how many times he's broken into here and done this. Mrs. Jones must be used to this kind of thing from him by now, but she still doesn't look very happy about it either though.
While I was lost in my thoughts, Mrs. Jones was still talking and I missed part of what she said as she continued on going through what looked like paperwork at her desk.
"...stay off that foot for a week or so until the stitches come out or you will tear them if you're not careful. I think I'll pull you from your classes and have one of the youths bring you your homework and keep you for a few days until I can get you a wheelchair sent here." She said as she paused to look up at the time as she then turned her head in my direction and asked, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?...What would you like, I'll have Mrs. Woods get you something."
I blinked for a minute because she was right I haven't eaten, but it had only been an hour or so since I got up, so I said, "Um...Well...I guess whatever they have on the menu this morning."
She pulled out a sheet of paper on the corner of her desk, and looked it over and said, "Waffles or an omelet?"
I wasn't really sure which to chose, so I said omelet. She picked up the phone on her desk and called it in for Mrs. Woods to pick it up, and asked her to bring up some extra clothes for me since I was gonna be bedridden for a while.
Mal's Pov:
I didn't bother with knocking on the door as I reached the doorknob to open it, but only to find that Mrs. Woods was opening it herself, at first she looked a little startled by my sudden appearance, but I do have that effect on people so I smirked.
She shook it off and said, "Can I help you Mal?"
"I need to use the phone." I state holding the door open before she closed it.
"What for dear?" She said with a curious look on her face as she regarded me.
I sigh and said with as much patience I could gather, "Mr. Warren isn't here, and I need to speak with some "relatives" about a small matter I am dealing with."
I cringed inwardly at the word "relatives" as she considered my request.
"Its important and it can't wait." I said as I could feel my nerves being tested.
She sighed as well and said, "Very well, but make it quick hun, I've got some errands to run."
She smiled and let me in as she walked out and left, I immediately locked the door and wasted no time in dialing up Mike's number.
I waited as I listen for the phone to ring as I watched to see if anyone was coming, but no one was. Finally, I hear someone pick up and say hello. It was Mike. I didn't waste any time with pleasant dreams, I got straight to the point, and it wasn't easy for me to do this either because I despised that little worm for being the very one that okay-ed it in the first place.
"Mike, I've got a problem with this..er..body." I paused for a second because I wasn't sure how to word this.
Mike yawned and said, "What kind of problem, Mal?...It's really early you know, and you've never called me before. Why not talk to the therapist about this, that is why we set him up with you..."
I cut him off and angrily reply, "That peon isn't here Mikey, and I can't wait for him to return either. I need answers now!"
"Okay, okay, just calm down. What is the problem?" Mike said starting to sound nervous.
"I don't know what exactly is it, I just know something is not right. I'm losing my edge and my mojo. I'm going soft, and I don't like it, Mike. Now tell me what I'm supposed to do with this?" I demanded as I peered through the blinds on the window as I watch for anyone coming.
"What do you mean you're losing your mojo?...Explain. You're gonna have to be more specific than that." Mike replied with confusion in his voice.
I groan inwardly as I can't believe I am about to have to have this conversation with this dork.
I take a breath to settle my nerves and resist the urge to rip out the phone and throw it out the window and irritated reply, "I think I'm..I'm turning g..good."
GAWD, that was hard to say, and infuriating considering who I'm telling it too.
"Really?!..That's good Mal!" Mike said sounding excited.
That was it, I lost it as I yelled back on the phone, "Hell no it's not "good", Mike! I am the Malevolent One, I don't do that goody-two-shoes crap. Do not test my patience!"
I took a breath because I was panting out of anger and out of my lack of patience with Mike.
I turned down my tone of voice as I tried again with a more leveled-head tone as I said, "Look, I don't know why but ever since that chick Roxanne got here, things have been off, and I can't really explain it. I just know something is changing in me. Now does it have something to do with that stupid science project of a surgery that kid, Max's parent's performed on us or is it something in the drugs they put me on."
"W-Well, I don't know Mal. All I can say is that they were suppose to help stabilize you and help you adjust to your new body. Give you emotions, feelings, etc. things that make a person human. You know the others are not a hundred percent use to their new bodies yet either. Maybe you should-," Mike said, but I cut him short from going into a full-on boring story about the others and their uselessness.
"I don't care about the others, Mike. All I want to know is how to stop it, it's ruining me. I don't play nice and don't care about your stupid "human feelings"." I barked back at him.
"Then what do you want me to say then, Mal?...Why don't you start over and tell me when it first started bothering you." He said as I could hear his patience running out.
I sigh irritably as I say, "Fine."
I started from the time I met Roxanne to all the stupid nonsense that's happened in between, there was no point in leaving anything out. I summed it up and especially added all the naughty things I did just to mess with poor little Mikey. I could not only hear him grasped but actually feel him cringe over it too. It always made my day to mess with Mikey's head.
"Okay, okay, Mal. You didn't have to tell me all that. Seriously, I could have gone the entire day without knowing that, and I can't believe you did that. Another one?...Really, Mal?... Just leave her be. She's no threat to you, and you know it. I thought you'd have bigger fish to fry than picking on a girl." Mike remarked with a touch of disgust in his voice.
"She keeps me entertained in the meantime, plus I'm a guy just like you. I need a woman from time to time, you currently have one, so just shut up, and let me deal with my own business." I replied with slight annoyance.
"Fine, then what do you want me to do then, get Cameron on the phone? He's better with this kind of thing then I am." Mike said with a sigh.
"No, don't put that nerd on the phone, I don't have much time left before Mrs. Woods comes back. Just tell me how I'm supposed to slow down this process at the very least." I said as I rubbed my face while my patience was being continuously tested.
"Well, Mal I'm not a rocket scientist-," Mike began, but I cut him off again.
"No shit there, dork." I sneered.
I could hear him getting frustrated as he tried again, "..But if I had to guess it sounds to me like you might actually have feelings for this Roxanne."
"Feelings!...Define that exactly you little peon." I growled on the phone as I still watched the hallways.
"Feelings as in you might be falling for her. In other words, I think you might actually have found yourself the one." Mike said letting go of the insult I threw at him.
"What?!...I think I might actually reach my hand into this phone and choke you!" I shouted as I slammed the phone done on the receiver and left.
Of all the stupid things to even consider, I am not in love with my own pet. That's completely absurd. I should have known better than to try to talk to that fool about this, it has to be something else. Something I'm just overlooking. I was never capable of that emotion before, so why would I be capable of it now. Love is not something I can even stomach let alone, express to someone else. I can't even say that word without being disgusted by it. I'll kill Mike and those fools if they put something extra in this body just to pull me under their control again like back in the days when we shared Mike's mind. There's no way, I'm gonna let this destroy what I've worked so hard to gain for over the last year now. Some girl is not going to ruin that for me.
Roxanne's Pov:
Not long after Mrs. Woods came in with a bag of clothes and she returned shortly after with the promised omelet. I did my best trying to get dressed on my own, but it was still a challenge for me. I pulled on a white t-shirt with faded looking letters that read one of my favorite bands on it, and Mrs. Jones helped me put on my jeans since I could barely stand properly with just one foot while the other was not really usable at the moment. I sat in a chair at a small table not far from my cot as Mrs. Jones removed the sheets to put new ones on it as she took the used ones to the laundry room which I haven't seen yet, but just assuming all the same. I sat there for a little while not really paying attention as I eat my breakfast, I heard the door open, but I just assumed it was Mrs. Jones returning from her errands. I looked up when I saw someone pull up a chair close to where I was sitting, it was a guy. I felt like I had seen him before, but I just could not place a name to his face. That dark hair...Where have I seen him from?...He's that guy that Mal was talking to the other day in that cell I use to share with Mal, and he leads me to Mal in the jacuzzi! What was his name again?...Peter?..No, Pete!...That was it!...What's he doing here?!..Oh, God! Is Mal coming for me again?...No, he wouldn't...It's too early in the day for him to do something like that...
He looked up when he saw I was looking at me and said, "Sorry, it's Mal orders, he wants to me to be your chaperone for now."
I blinked several times. Since when did I need a chaperone?!..The hell is Mal up to?!...
I stopped and thought about it for a minute and I guess it made sense. He said he was going to "protect me", so maybe this was part of his way of doing it since he wasn't here himself, which lead me to wonder why he wasn't here right now.
"Where is he?" I asked him while watching to see if he would lie to me or not even answer my question at all.
He looked me in the eye like I had some nerve asking him that and carefully said, "He didn't tell me, and I didn't ask. I don't question the Boss's wishes, I just follow them or at least not very often."
"Great. That sounds like him. Stupid jerk." I reply with a sigh I took a sip of orange juice as I look into the other direction in a bored manner.
I thought to myself that at least the food was better than it has been in the past.
Pete's Pov:
Does she not know the situation she is in?...Mal would be furious if any of his other girls said anything like that to him...He'd immediately put them in their place for such insolence and back talk...But I do recall him saying the other day, he was gonna have to take extreme measures with his new...well...girl of his...Is this the same timid girl I lured to Mal the other night?...Now that I think about it, I did hear quite a show just outside the walls before I had left them alone that night...All I can say is that I really do feel bad for her when Mal decides to stop toying with her and really reel her in..
I watched her as she sat there and ate her breakfast in silence. I didn't bother me that she wasn't talking to me or paying me any mind. I don't really care for girls' small talk to be honest; I actually find it annoying because they never seem to shut up, but funny enough, she seems to be the opposite of most girls. I raised an eyebrow and thought that Mal sure knows how to pick them.
My thoughts were interrupted when my walkie sparked to life and started to buzz. One of the guys said that Steve and a few of his boys were back from the hospital, and was being escorted by their parole officers to the main office to check them back in.
I saw Mal's little puppet's eyes widen at the mention of Steve, but as soon as our eyes met she averted hers and acted like it didn't bother her in the least bit. I'll give her credit, she's a lot calmer than I took her granted for, I think I can see why now Mal has taken an interest in her, she's a tough one or at least pretends to be. I smirk as I kept myself from chuckling, I had the feeling this one was gonna be a real challenge for Mal.
Roxanne's Pov:
The rest of the day went by real slow, I mean real slow. I thought the classes were slow, but this was ridiculous. It was only the first day of being bedridden, and it was already driving me batty. I couldn't do anything, but sit or lay down. I really wanted to get up and get moving, I couldn't even go to the library to check out a book because I had to wait a day for a wheelchair to get here, or at least that's soonest Mrs. Jones said it would be until they could get one, and why they didn't have any was a mystery to me. Mrs. Jones was able though to stop by Mrs. Woods office and get a few magazines for me to read to pass the time.
Embarrassingly enough, I was sure by now everyone knew about my "so-called accident with Mal" (with minis the details), but nonetheless, I was sure they all knew regardless, which made me kind of nervous considering how vulnerable I now was. None of the usual creeps from Steve's squad or even Steve himself made an appearance since I heard of his returning arrival this morning from Pete's walkie. Mrs. Jones didn't seem bothered by Pete's presence too much, but she did watch us out of the corner of her eye every once in awhile to make sure nothing was wrong.
Around lunchtime, I was graced by Mal's presence which I dreaded even though I knew he would come back eventually. I just never look forward to it, even though funny enough my thoughts did often did drift to him when he wasn't around, never could figure out why I thought of him when I couldn't even stand him. The guy was an arrogant jerk that took delight in my suffering and it pissed me off so bad everytime he did it too. As soon as he came strolling in, Pete took the initiative to leave when they're eyes met, Pete nodded as he headed out the door while Mal took Pete's chair and pulled up close to me. He had changed clothes since I last saw him, he was wearing a pair of faded jeans with a black sleeveless shirt on that showed off his biceps. He didn't say anything to me at first, and nor did I. I got the feeling he was studying me and watching to see what I say or do at this point. I glared at him and turned my attention back to one of magazine Mrs. Jones left me, but I could feel him smirking at me over the content I was reading.
"My little pet not happy to see me?" He amused.
"I thought I said I don't like it when you call me that." I growled through my magazine while not looking up.
"Would you rather I call you "princess" again?" He drawled as I turned to glare him again.
"You call me that again and I swear I'll cut you with one of Mrs. Jones' scalpel knives." I hissed at him.
"Oh, really?" He said with an amused smirk on his face.
Mrs. Jones looked up from her paperwork as she raised an eyebrow and sternly asked, " Is there a problem?"
I took a breath to keep from ripping off Mal's head further and reply, "No, there's not Mrs. Jones."
"Good. Let's hope not." She then continued back to her work as though nothing even happened.
Mal chuckles as he looks from Mrs. Jones to me and slyly says, "You're getting better at holding in that temper of yours. Good girl."
Looking in Mrs. Jones direction and then back to Mal's I flipped him the bird and went back to reading the magazine as I try to ignore him.
Pete's Pov:
I had barely turned the doorknob to leave and I stopped in my tracks when I heard Mal's little pet sass him. She was something different entirely. I knew if I had said something like that to the Boss, I'd done have the shit beat of me. I couldn't believe he was letting her do that. I mean did she just really say that?...Mal is gonna kill her...
I stood waiting to see if the Boss was gonna say something, but then I realized with the nurse being there, there wasn't really much he could do. She was lucky. Really lucky.
Mal just laughed it off.
Shortly after looking back at her magazine, she says, "Only because the nurse is in the room, otherwise, I'd rip you a new one."
I could see the Boss was curious by her response and said, "A new what?"
"I let you figure it out after I'm done." She counters not looking up from the reading material.
This was kinda scary and interesting to watch. I never saw anybody talk to the boss this way before except the boss over Mal, and even then it never got this intense. I just didn't get it at all. Mal must have something in mind to let it drag out this long. As I was engrossed in their little battle of words, Mal looked up and our eyes met, and I knew that my cue for me to go, so I nodded again and took my leave.
Mal's Pov:
The rest of the day went by interesting enough, but I was still unhappy with the conversation I had with Mike, but I tucked it into the back of my mind for the time being. I had more entertaining thoughts to ponder over at the moment like Roxanne's face when she sees herself practically glued to me from last night. I couldn't wait till night came because it would be the perfect time for our little dinner and date. I wonder if she would be upset over it and start yelling at me or would she just be too embarrassed to even look me in the eye for days. The what-if's were killing me.
As I pulled myself out of my thoughts, I could tell she was trying hard to ignore me the whole time, and I found it amusing and kind of cute that she refused to even look at me. By then the nurse had walked out for a little bit, so it left me with some time to be less discreet with my actions. I couldn't sit long without causing some chaos, so I got up and quietly walked up behind little Red, and in her ear, I mischievously whisper, "Don't eat anything tonight, I've got something covered for the both of us."
She immediately jumped at the sudden invasion of her space and slapped me as she spun around in her seat looking at me a mix of being flustered and annoyed.
She glared up at me as she threw one of the magazines at me and said, "Damn it, Mal! I hate it when you do stuff like that! Stop it!"
I smirk as I pick it up and put it back on the table next to her as she says, "And just what do you mean by that?"
"I mean exactly what I said." I replied as I sat back down across the table from her.
Before she could make another retort, the nurse returned and announced that the infirmary was closing and that I couldn't stay any longer.
Roxanne little smug expression on her face, made me frown in return while on the inside, I smirked back at her. She really didn't think that just because that old bat was closing up was gonna keep me from coming back, she was sadly mistaken.
I said my goodbyes, as I headed out the door, I could hear the nurse telling Red if she wanted to bathe, she needed to do it soon because she only had an hour and a half left before she could bathe and eat supper. I didn't hear much after that as I closed the door.
Roxanne's Pov:
I remembered Mal's comment about supper, but if I knew him there was no point in trying to decline it because he would drag me there if he had to, so regretfully I told the nurse that I wasn't hungry as she helped me get changed enough to get into the tub on my own. At least Mal wasn't here to harass me as I just laid back and relaxed as I enjoyed the soothing bath. The hot water was just right.
Even though it was just the nurse here, I still locked the door out of precaution, with creeps like Mal running around you could never be too careful.
It seemed like it had only been a few minutes when I just got in the tub when I thought I heard the door open, which was funny because I was pretty sure I locked it. I looked up and saw that the door was still closed and no one was there, so I just shrugged it off and got up as I sat on the edge of the tub and started to lather soap on to a bath-cloth and began to bathe. I kept getting this eerie feeling like someone was watching me, so I stopped and looked up again, but still didn't see anything, and again I just let it go and shook it off. By then, I decided that if maybe I hummed a little something to myself, that dreaded feeling would go away and I'd stop scaring myself over nothing.
So I did, and by that time I felt a pair of hands clasp my shoulders as an all too familiar voice I grew to fear spoke softly in my ear and said, "Mind if I wash your back?"
I jumped so bad as I cried out in surprise that I fell over into the bath. I immediately turned around to glare at Mal as I desperately try to cover myself as I saw him laughing and looking at me with his devious eyes.
"Damn, Red. Did I scare you that bad?" He said as he wiped a tear from his eye that wasn't covered by his hair from laughing so hard.
"Y-You...You jerk!...What are you doing in here?...I hope Mrs. Jones catches you and skins you alive!" I hissed at him with livid emotion pouring not such from my mouth but my whole being as well.
"Don't worry about it, because she's already left for the day. She just closed up." He said as-matter-of-factly as he crouched down in front of the tub peering at me with his mischievous grin.
"You're lying!" I stammered as I brought my legs up to my chest to cover myself better.
"Am I? You wanna go look for yourself then? I'll help you if you do." He said raising an eyebrow as he placed both his hands on the edge of the tub beaming at me with anticipation as he awaited my reply.
I growled as I angrily replied, "What do you want from me, Mal?"
He didn't answer my question immediately but continued to leer at me in a way that said it all.
I backed away and I gave him a dirty look as I said, "Aside from that."
He chuckled at my response as he inclined his head and remarked, "I'd like the pleasure of your company tonight."
I raise an eyebrow at him like, "Are you serious?".
He caught that and smirked like my every response and body movement was somehow amusing to him.
Then he casually said, "Well, I do like girls, Red."
"Well, I don't like you, Mal." I retorted started to get aggravated by this.
He chuckled as that creepy grin of his widen as he said, "That's not what you said last night."
I didn't like where he was taking this, so I looked him firmly in the eye as I sternly said, "I don't even want to know what I said and that's if I even said anything at all, because as far as I know, you're probably trying to trick me again."
"Oh you did, and few other things left unsaid as well, but you'll know all about that later, toots." He said as he got up and planted himself on the toilet since there was really nowhere else to sit.
"Would you please just get out? It's bad enough that I don't even get any time to myself, and now you have to stalk me in my bath too?" I said angrily as I threw a shampoo bottle at him with force.
He dodged it and harshly remarked, "Careful, my little wildcat. If you can't play nice, I'll have to scold you for your bad behavior."
I shrunk back at those words, but refused to let him see my fear as I said, "Don't you dare put your hands on me."
"Oh?!" He said as he got and started kicking his shoes off and removed his socks.
He's not doing what I think he's doing is he?...He better not!...I'll scream!...
"What's wrong, Red?...Cat got your tongue?" He sneered as he pulled off his shirt and exposing his upper body to me.
"Don't you dare Mal!" I choked as I glared up at him with fury and anxiety as I backed up to the other end of the tub trying my best to avoid hurting my wounded foot.
He chuckled and said, "What?...This?"
He started undoing his belt and then his pants seductively in front of me. I couldn't watch anymore, I turned away as I felt my pulse quicken as I began to feel heated and it wasn't from the bathwater either. I couldn't believe he was doing this.
"Come on Roxanne, don't be shy. You've seen more your first night here in juvie, and I know you liked what you saw, your face said it all. On top of that, I think you lied when you said it wasn't big enough for you." He said smugly as I slowly turned back around to see him in his full glory.
I squealed as I averted my eyes while my face flushed and I said, "Well, shower there, and leave me alone already!"
He chuckled as I could feel him stepping into the tub behind me as he said, "Why? Chris wants us to bathe together, remember? Wouldn't want to go against his rules now, would we?"
I glared at him as I tried to keep an inch of me from touching him in the tub as I angrily replied, "Since when did you ever follow Chris's rules?"
He laughed as he stretched his legs out and in one swift move he reached forward to pull me into him as he replied in my ear, "You're right. I never have, and I probably never will."
I shuddered as his breath touched my ear after he said those words. I immediately started to squirm and attempt to break free, but he held me by my waist with one arm and pulled me the rest of the way into his lap with the other one.
He then let out a sigh as though he was relaxing for the first time in forever and said, "Now, is this so bad, Roxanne?"
I glared up at him as I continue to tug at his death grip of a hold on me. I was so mad and scared at the same time I didn't know how to respond to this arrogant jerk. I could feel his privates brushing against my flesh and it made me flush all the more.
"Would you give it a rest already, toots. I'm not letting up. Be happy that this is all I'm doing right now," He said with a smirk as he took hold of my chin and forced me to look him in the eye as he continued, "I could do much worse you know, and make you mine right now since you can't even run far with that wound of yours."
I tried to remove his hand from my face but he wasn't letting go; what was even worse was that he was leaning into my face, and his lips were inches from mine as I felt myself quiver from fear. I closed my eyes tight as I tried to move away, but to no avail.
He better not steal my first kiss when I told him no the other night that I refuse to give it to him.
I heard him chuckle as he said, "Look at you, Roxanne. You're like putty in my hands. You're shaking like a scared animal."
I opened my eyes as I glared back at him, and I reached back to slap the smack out of him, but before my hand could come into contact with his cheek, he caught it and said, "You're still quite the rebel aren't you, princess?"
I growled because I hated it when he called me that. I started thrashing around as I tried to hit him, but he grabbed both my wrists and planted me into his lap where both our privates were pressed up against one another. I instantly went from blushing with anger to blushing with embarrassment, but Mal didn't seem to notice it at the time as he drew his face closer to mine.
In a dark tone, I had only seen him use a few times he said, "Roxanne, if you ever behave like that again, I will take you in this tub right now, do you hear me?!.."
I didn't answer at once because I was in shock by his sudden act of brutality, so he barked at me again, "Do you hear me?!.."
No words came out of my mouth, so all I could do was nod my head in agreement as I trembled.
He stared at me hard for a moment longer like he was trying to see if he had won this battle and then finally in a calmer tone he said, "Good. I'm going to reward you now by giving you this."
He pulled one of my wrists towards him as I sat there in the same position shaking, he began to gently leave trails of kisses starting from the palm of my hand all the way down to my arm to up my shoulder and then up my neck. I flinched when his lips came into contact with my cheek, I wanted to pull back so badly, but I was too afraid to try. I could feel my pulse picking up again, and I closed my eyes tight praying that this would end soon.
He suddenly stopped and said my name, and I hesitantly open my eyes and see his eyes boring into my mine, and then he took my hand and place it on his shaft which I instantly flinched the moment I felt it and pulled my hand away.
He chuckled at my inexperience as he huskily said in my ear, "Don't be afraid of it Red, I promise it doesn't bite, but I do."
I felt like I was gonna to start hyperventilating if this didn't stop soon, Mal saw me freezing up and said, "Relax toots, I'm not gonna hurt you as long as you do as I tell you to, you'll be just fine."
I started quivering again as I clamped my eyes closed shut to avert my gaze from meeting his, I felt Mal let go of my hands and I began to hug myself and then cover my eyes to hide the tears that threaten to come. I could feel Mal pulling me further into his chest as he rested his chin on top of my head, I opened my eyes and avoid looking up into his stare as I look out to the other side of the room.
He starts to rub my back and a soothing kind of gesture, which startles me because it calmed me down and I think I actually kind of liked it.
He then quietly says, "I think that's enough for tonight. You're not ready for anything too serious yet. You're more of a virgin than I thought, my little flower."
I turn to meet his gaze as he continued, "Your reactions to my touch and kisses is evidence enough. I'll make you mine before your time here is up, and I think you'll even grow to like it once I pop your cherry."
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