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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:
Mal seems to regard me with new eyes after my "failed attempt" to escape, he had a look of lust lingering in his eyes as he cut me off from escaping by gripping my wrists as his lips curved into a smirk as he looked down hungrily at me like a wolf. I instantly shuttered on reflex as I try to wiggle my way of out his grasp, but was failing because he strength was greater than mine, and I knew I wasn't going to get out of wherever he was trying to take me. It still left me with a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, I was starting to feel sick thinking about it.
What was I gonna do?...Begging him to let me go was a useless idea because I knew it wouldn't work...He was too intent on having his way...
I sighed in defeat. He may have won this battle, but there was still the war, and I wasn't gonna quit trying anytime soon.
Mal's Pov:
My defiant little slave-girl is a lot more intriguing than I gave her credit for...She actually tried to seduce me on several occasions just to escape me...I'll have to show her how its done properly later...In the meantime, I've got other plans to put into action before this night is done...
"No more resisting. I have more important things to address at the moment before I let you go back to the infirmary, and you could say they involve...you!" I said evenly with my face just inches from hers, I could see just a tiny hint of fear lurking in her eyes.
I chuckle out loud at her as she attempts to shrink back as she turns her face to the side to avoid looking into my eyes, her evident fear was becoming more visible by the minute and I was loving every second of it. I find her frightening stature alluring to behold, and it aroused me all the more, I wasn't sure just how much longer I'd be able to hold myself back from taking her and making her mine forever. I spent days and sleepless nights fantasizing the many things I wanted to do to her every since "the jacuzzi incident", and "the other one in the infirmary bathroom". She just doesn't realize how good she's had it up until now, but she will soon enough...
Roxanne's Pov:
I honestly didn't like where Mal was going when he made his statement just now, and it made my insides crawl and I was beginning to worry that he was going to punish me for what he would refer to as "defying" him again. Without another word spoken, he let go of my wrists to grab my upper arm and then places his other hand on my waist firmly as he guided me towards the elevator with intent to keep me in check this time as Pete and Big Ed follow us into the elevator. I swallow nervously as the doors close as Mal takes his hand off my waist momentary to press the button for the second floor and the elevator begins to take off with a small jolt as it began to ascend upwards. Pete handed Mal a long rusted pipe which he took and held at his side as he put his hand on my waist again so that I didn't get away.
"Why are we going to the second floor?" I asked in confusion because for one: I've never been on that floor and two: Mal has never taken me there before the few times I've ridden the elevator with him.
"It's a surprise." He said mockingly, his smirk growing ever wider as he drew me closer to him as I try to push him off, but with little success.
I look around at the other two hoping to get some sort of hint at the very least as to what was going on here, and they seem either just as much in the dark as I was or just not really caring too much about it at the moment. I turn back around facing the doors as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors began to open, I remember Duncan saying that most of the really bad delinquents were on Mal's floor and the milder ones on the second floor, and the regulars on his, the first floor. He also said that since Mal and Steve could not get along on the same floor, Chris had Steve moved down to the second floor to keep the peace, and to keep the violence down since every time they met it only causes chaos as they wreak havoc on everything they come in contact with.
Pete and Big Ed step out in front of us as Mal steers me out of the elevator, I began to panic and grab a hold of one of the closing doors as I try to get back in to escape going with them, but Mal snaps his head back around at me and attempts to prevent me from doing so and dropping his weapon in the process.
"Let go of the doors!" He hisses at me with irritation dripping from his voice as he pulls me by my arm.
"Let go of me!" I snap back at him as I slowly get some ground to pull myself back in, and succeed as Mal loses his grip on my hand.
He leaps forward faster than lightening before the doors close as he uses one of his hands to keep the doors open and yanks me back out as he glared at me irritably.
"You just lost your walking privileges toots." He said icily with his face so close to mine that our noses almost touched.
I was angry but scared at the same time, as I glared back up at him and with a shaky voice said, "Don't you dare do it!"
His eyes narrowed as he swooped down grabbing my legs and tossing me over his shoulders again like a bag of potatoes as I grab the back of his shirt to hang on, I started to regret wearing my mini skirt today. Big Ed who was also carrying a weapon handed Mal his weapon he had dropped just now when he prevented me from escaping in the elevator.
"Do you have to do this?...I'm really starting to hate you more every day." I viciously hissed at him over his back as I dug my fingers into his shirt.
"You wound me toots. So ungrateful." He said with sarcasm as he began to walk down rolls of cells that were mostly full.
It felt so degrading to be carried and treated this way as onlookers watched us as we went past them and catcallers whistled, other creeps make jeering remarks, and some just congratulating Mal on "getting him some." I really hated him for this, but the ruckus only got worse as we continued down the hall. I peered over Mal's back to see all kinds of creeps and weirdos in their cells either sleeping, talking among one another, fighting and arguing, playing cards, or just standing at their cells doors looking at us in a really creepy way. I buried my face in Mal backside and wished I could be anywhere but here. This place was horrible, a real nightmare.
I knew it was coming and I was dreading it all the same when that rough and vile, disgusting voice of Steve said, "You look like a caveman, Mal. You always carry your girls like that?"
"Only the ones worth my time, peon." Mal said nonchalantly not even giving Steve a second glance.
"As much as I don't like that creep, he's right you know." I whined as I pouted with a frown as we passed Steve's cell.
He gave me a look that made me thankful I was with Mal at the moment. That was a real creep.
"Would you rather I drag you by your hair then?" He said tauntingly.
"You do and you're dead! I'm not playing!" I hissed viciously over his shoulders.
Mal chuckles at my comment and then says, "You're threats are petty. You're better off keeping your mouth closed."
I growled as I pounded on his back in retaliation which only earned me his taunting laugh again.
What a jerk!...
"Hey Roxanne, those are a nice set of legs you got there, are they only for Mal or would you be willing to spread them for me sometime?" Steve said in a lecherous tone of voice as his eyes locked onto mine which made me start to feel sick and embarrassed.
Mal immediately stopped, I could feel his body stiffen at Steve's comment to me as he put me down and shoved me into Pete who grabbed my arms from behind me as he prevented me from going anywhere as Mal darkly marched up to Steve's cell and stopped right in front of him at his barred door.
"If you so much as look or utter one more word to my girl again and I'll gouge your eyes out and use them for dice in my next game of poker." Mal said in a low, but deadly tone as his eyes burned like coals.
"What?...Can't blame a fellow for looking," Steve said with a smirk as he shrugged and continued on to say, "She does look pretty ripe in that tiny skirt she's got on."
I could feel Mal's dangerous aura getting darker by the second from where I stood as I clenched my hands which I held to my chest trying not to tremble so much as I watched Mal reached back faster than the speed of light and punch Steve in the mouth which sent him staggering back into his cell as he almost hits the floor. He looks up at Mal as he wipes the blood from his bottom lip and gets up with a venomous look on his face as he strides towards Mal with intent to maim, but Mal strikes him with the pipe he was carrying. Steve hits the floor and lays there as his hands twitch as he tries to get back up, but Mal steps on one of his hands as he reaches down to pull Steve back up by his hair. With one quick thrust of his hand, Mal slammed his face into the bars of his cell door over and over until Steve sags back down to the floor again, and doesn't move this time. Without a word spoken to any of Steve's cellmates, Mal walks out and heads back towards us as he stops in front Pete and me, he looks terrifying like last night as his eyes bore darkly into mine. I tried to back up, but only bumped into Pete, so I started to freak out and whimper as I closed my eyes and waited for the possible worst outcome, but nothing happened. He didn't lay a hand on me.
I opened my eyes and I saw Mal nod to Pete as he let go of me and Mal grabbed one of my arms firmly and we continued where we left off as we made our way deeper into the hall. We were halfway down the hall now, when they finally stopped at one of the cells and they entered it taking me with them. There was nothing special about this cell at least not comparing it to others it wasn't, it looked the same like all the others, but the guy in there was odd-looking, his hair was all shaved off except for his big mohawk that was black with white faded tips on the ends and he had tattoos and piercing everywhere his dark skin. Something about him made me uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as Mal makes me feel. Without any word or warning, Mal puts his hands on me and lifts me up as I feel myself began to panic because I don't know what's going on or what's going to happen as he throws me over his shoulders again and looks to the odd-looking guy as he points to the table nearby. Mal heads that way and eyeballs Pete and Big Ed to follow him.
"M-Mal, I'm afraid, what are you doing?...P-Please don't do this!..." I whimpered as I clenched his shirt with my fingers tightly as I clamped my eyes closed and wish I was anywhere but here.
Mal didn't answer me, he slammed me down really hard on a table where I hit my head as I felt the wind being knocked out of me, my head started throbbing and my vision began to get blurry and I started feeling nauseous, everything around me was spinning. I was beginning to panic, even more, I felt so exposed lying there as my breathing became labored as I tried to get up, but Pete grabbed my hands and held me down, I started panicking and thrashing around on the table to get free as Big Ed attempted to get a hold of my legs. I ended up giving him a good swift kick in the mouth as I saw him pause for a moment to rub his jaw with a look of irritation on his face.
"Get her under control NOW!" Mal roared he glared dangerously at Big Ed which causes me to jump a little, he glared darkly once again as he turned his attention back to the freak with the mohawk.
"I'm on it." Big Ed said with a scowl as he yanked my legs down and painfully pressed them into the table where I couldn't move at all.
I still didn't stop thrashing around though, I didn't know what was going on and it scared the life out of me.
Is this a gang-bang?...Are they all going to take turns doing things to me?...I don't want my first time to be like this...I'm so scared...Someone help me...
When I started to tire out some from trying to get myself free, I could make out things Mal was saying to the other guy, they were just a few feets away as they were looking at something the other guy was pointing to Mal.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" The freak with the mohawk said with a deep voice that wasn't as dark as Mal's while Mal pointed at something that the other guy was discussing and going over with him.
I couldn't see what it was that they were looking at from where I was laying, but it looked like several sheets on paper and Mal seemed very interested in whatever it was as they spoke of different types of designs and colors.
"Yes, and that design too." Mal said with a smirk as his eyes landed back on me as he crossed his arms over his chest and walked over to Pete and me as he looked down at me with dark amusement twinkling in his eyes.
He didn't say anything to me, but looked up at Pete and said calmly, "Don't let her get loose," He looked at Big Ed as he finished the last part of his comment as he said, "and that goes for you too. I don't want any slip-ups this time."
They both nodded and confirmed that they wouldn't let me escape.
I still didn't understand what was going on here and what it had to do with me, but that bad feeling in the pit of my stomach was growing bigger and bigger yet. I felt so sick like I was about to puke my guts out, I didn't like this at all. I was absolutely terrified, and couldn't do anything to protect myself either. I hear footsteps coming in my direction and see that dark skin guy coming towards me as he puts on a pair of latex gloves and looks at me as he comes to stop right beside me and looks up at Mal.
Mal walks over and lifts my shirt as I begin to panic and start feeling sick ten times over. I can feel him touching my skin as I began wiggling around again trying to free myself with little to no luck as he began pointing at an area on my flesh while the other guy nods his head in understanding as he turns around to pick something up from the other side of the room.
Oh, my God!...They're gonna take out my kidneys or maybe even something worse like my female eggs!...If so that means that Mal can do anything he wants to me without worrying about the consequences of getting me pregnant with his child!...I think I'm going to be sick...
"W...What are you going to do?" I whimpered in panic as I looked up at Mal with fear I couldn't hide even if I tried at this point.
He chuckled as he walked over closer to look me in the eye and with delight practically pouring from his mouth as he said quietly, "You'll know soon enough."
"P...Please tell me this isn't anything like a pap smear?!.." I said fearfully as I began to feel myself going pale at the thought of someone putting their fingers down there.
Mal raised an eyebrow and chuckled as he leans down and whispered in my ear eerily, "No, but I can give you one of those later."
"G-Get away from me!" I shrieked in despair.
"What's a pap smear?" Big Ed asked with confusion on his face as he looks from Mal to me for an explanation.
"Well..." Mal began, but I cut him off.
"Don't you dare tell him what that is, Mal!" I practically screamed as I glared with hot cheeks at him in embarrassment.
"As you wish." He said with a fast smirk curving his lips as he looked down at me in amusement.
Mal chuckle at my discomfort as he stood back up but didn't leave my side.
My bottom lip quivered as I saw the other guy come back with vaguely familiar looking tools in his hands as he sets them down on the table beside me as I continue to tremble uncontrollably while still trying to wring myself free. I was becoming exhausted from the effort, but I still kept trying nonetheless.
Mal turned to the strange guy again and with a stern look on his face, he said darkly, "Don't touch her except to do your job, Splotch. I'm not screwing around about it either. You'll be a dead man."
"I'm not interested, she's too feisty for my taste and much too thin to do anything with. I like a lady with a little more meat on her bones, leaves more cushion for the pushing." He said indifferently as he quickly ran his eyes over my figure.
Mal gave a short laugh as he looked back at me as I looked away in disgust.
Without any warning at all, I hear a loud buzzing sound emitting from the "Splotch guy's" tools as I try to see what he's doing as I start thrashing around some more in panic. Mal notices as he reaches down and places his hands roughly on my shoulders which prevented me from moving as much as I glare up at him with intense hatred burning from my eyes alone with fear.
"You're not messing this up." He hissed at me with a scowl look.
Then came the pain of something sharp being pressed into my flesh, I gasp because I was ready for it, Mal had stood in the way, so I didn't even see when the guy started. I felt jarringly familiar as I could feel him running it over my flesh like he was writing on me, and then it hit me.
Mal got this guy to sketch a tattoo on me without my permission!...This was what this was all about!...He had this planned along!...That son of...
I angrily looked Mal in the eye darkly as I said in a low but dangerous tone of voice, "When I get off of this table you're dead and your ass is mine!"
Mal looked surprised for a moment as his eyes stared back at mine in what looked kind of like amusement as he taunted and said, "I wouldn't have it any other way, toots."
I went from fear to rage in just mere seconds as I gave Mal my most dangerous glare possible and continued to stare icily back at him with as much hate my tiny little figure could harbor as I continued to try to thrash around under his weight. He just continued to chuckle at my futile attempts at escape, I then stopped altogether, if struggling wasn't going to work then maybe this would...
I took in a deep breath and even though I already knew somehow this wasn't going to get me free, it was going to give them a headache eventually, so with that in mind I scream at the top of my lungs like a rapist or a killer was after me.
"Shit!...Make her stop, Mal!" Pete said as he scowled and looked at Mal with dislike for having to be one to deal with it.
"Let her Pete, she'll wear her lungs and vocal cords out eventually." Mal called over my screams as he went on to say, "Plus there won't be any parole officers down this hall for another hour anyway."
Pete growled crossly as he glared at me. I shut my eyes closed tight as I continued on with my wails as I felt the burn on the inked sharp-pen being dragged roughly across my tender flesh, I could hear Big Ed swear in annoyance as well. I could hear angry shouts and protests about my screaming from other delinquents on that floor, but I refused to stop regardless. Some of them started yelling at Mal and Splotch to shut me up, but neither said anything back to them or attempted to stop my screaming in the least bit. My throat was starting to burn, but I still didn't stop. I refuse to let Mal enjoy this.
After what felt like forever I could feel the pen finally stop, but my voice died a few minutes prior before that as I laid there breathing heavily out of anger and fear. Tears stained my face out humiliation and rage that I could not express because of being suppressed to a table against my will as I laid there feeling defeated and violated in the worse possible aside from Mal's threats of stealing my virginity. As soon as the pen was taken away, everyone slowly took their hands off of me as I just lay there for a moment longer as I just wanted to curl up into fetal position and die, but I don't. "The Splotch guy" comes back and puts some kind of oil on the tattoo so it does dry and scabs up, and then walks away towards Mal as I begin to pull my shirt down and sit up.
"Payment now." Splotch says as he holds out his hand to Mal.
Mal smirks as he reaches into his pocket and tosses him a pack of cigarettes and says, "It was nice doing business with you."
I finally got off of the table as I tried to avoid landing on my stitched up foot, I fearfully pull my shirt back up to examine what Mal had this creep draw on me, my hands were shaking the whole time as I slowly lifted it and peered down at it and feel Mal approach me from behind.
It said in black ink just above my lotus flower tattoo in evil, dark looking letters: "Mal's"
He branded me!...Fucking branded me!...Like a slave...
I began to shake and tremble even more out of fear than anger as I continued to stare at it wordlessly as I suddenly felt a pair of hands draw me towards them from behind me as they place their hands on my waist, then I heard his laugh and knew it was Mal.
Mal leaned his head towards mine and said in low husky but taunting voice with humor in it, "How do you like it?...It's my engagement gift to you toots. It means your mine now."
My head started spinning and I began to feel nauseous all over again as I felt myself getting light-headed as I utter out weakly, "W...What e...engagement gift?...I'm not marrying you!"
Mal chuckled as he wrapped an arm around my waist and said in a low tone of voice, "According to your grandfather you are. He said I could have you if I wanted to."
I started breathing heavily again, I think I was hyperventilating again as I felt my vision fading fast as the trembling only got worse by the second.
"How's it feel to become Mrs. Mal?" was the last thing I remember him purring in my ear as I blacked out.
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