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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:
Soon after we shortly caught our breath, Mal grunted as he climbed up to his feet and got off of me, surprisingly enough he actually offered me his hand to help me up to my feet, his sudden change in behavior startled me, it was nice and that's what worried me because Mal wasn't the type of person that was "nice." Ever...Well except for when he decided to take it upon himself the last two times to stitch up my foot, that was the closest to the nicest thing he's ever done for me...Well, that and that time he held off all those guys on our floor so I could escape to the elevator and well maybe a few other times... Okay fine, maybe he did do a few nice things, but I pretty sure they weren't out of pure intentions...
After being trapped in the elevator shaft for such a long period of time while being suspended in the air trying to hold onto Mal for dear life, I was tired and beat beyond recognition, all of my muscles hurt especially my arms and legs. They had cramped up at one point for staying in the same position for so long and speaking of positions, I never want to be in that kind of position again, especially with Mal. The thought of it made me flush all over with embarrassment, it was completely inappropriate even though knowing him, he probably enjoyed every second of it.
One thing that gets me is why he's suddenly taken an unhealthy and insatiable obsession with me...He held no interest in me before when we first met, and now it's like he a gnat that won't go away...What does he want anyways?...
I was soon brought back to reality as he helped me to my feet, and I began to look around for the first time since we got out to see where we landed, it looked eerily familiar, and then it struck me when my eyes locked onto another set of eyes that was vaguely familiar. They were the very same eyes of that creep that tried to kidnap me earlier tonight, I felt my insides turn to ice as a chilling feeling dread rushed over me, I began to back away slowly and soon bumped into Mal from behind which broke the intense eye contact I was having with that freak in his cell.
I turned around to see him gaze at me with an annoyed look on his face as he said, "Watch it, would you?," He began as he grabbed me by my hand and pulled me with him towards the stairway as he continued on, "We don't have time to stand around and gawk. Come on, it's already late."
Taking a hold of his arm that held my hand firmly, I made no fuss as I did my best to keep up with his long stride, his legs were longer than mine so it wasn't easy, I wasn't a fan of being this close to Mal either, but right now I'd rather take my chances with him than all of the creeps combined on this floor. It was the same floor Mal took me to get that stupid tattoo.
"Please slow down some, I can barely keep up." I begged, as I nervously looked up at him only for him to look down at me with annoyance knitted on his brow.
He groaned and swore out loud, but strangely enough, he slowed his speedy pace some, I didn't complain any further as I did all I could to keep up with him. Suddenly before we went up the steps, he threw me off his shoulders which took my breath away, and caused me to almost let out a small shriek of panic which I muffled through clenched teeth. I growled out of frustration, I refused to be treated this way again, so I reach up and pulled his hair, he instantly dropped me and growled angrily at me with a dangerous look in his eyes.
"Stop carrying me like a sack of potatoes!" I said feeling frustrated as I poked him in his face with annoyance sketched out all over mine.
"Stop poking my face!" Mal said irritably as he pulled my hand from his face.
"Why are you worried I might ruin your looks or something?!" I said as I smirked with a look of challenge etched all over my body language as I pulled my hand away from his grasps.
"Why are you trying to say that I'm good-looking?" He remarked with a devious smirk forming his lips as he regarded me with new interest.
"No, I not saying that at all, I just meant that you come off as someone who's a narcissist like you're obsessed with your looks or something because I'm definitely not saying you're good looking, not that you aren't either but...Oh god, I'm just digging myself in a hole...You know what...I'm putting the shove down and walking away!" I babbled on like an idiot as I turned every shade of red right there on the spot as Mal looked on in complete amusement while raising an eyebrow at me. He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled smugly, as I began to back away with my hands raised in defeat after the "shove comment". I am such an idiot...
He said nothing as he continued to eat up my flustered facial expression and my attempt to put distance between us as he followed me in full amusement as his evil arrogant smirk that was plastered on his face only grew wider by the second.
"Stop smirking at me, stop it right now, Okay!" I said with embarrassment as I felt my cheeks growing more heated by the second, but he didn't let up either.
And still he said nothing, but his eyes said it all as they narrowed in locking onto mine with an evil look of pure entertainment as he continued to follow me as I tried to back away which I eventually almost tripped as my foot came into contact with the first step on the stairway, I staggered, but then regained and righted my stature. I glared at him with intensity as I turned on my heel and began to ascend the stairs to get away, and I could feel him right on my heels chuckling at my folly as I refused to turn and face him.
Within seconds he had caught up with me, and we were soon walking side by side up to stairs, I could feel his cocky grin burning a hole in the side of me, but I still refuse to look in his direction, I was too proud and embarrassed to stand down now.
Finally, after a few minutes went by, I said through clenched teeth irritably, "Shut up Mal!"
He laughed again as I turned around and growled, "Not. One. Word."
"What about three?" He mused as his eyes gleamed with mischief.
I narrowed my eyes at him as I stomped over to him and stood up to my full five-foot height and hissed, "They had better be good."
His smile broadens as he cockily says, "I was right."
I raised an eyebrow as I place my hands on my hips and say, "Right about what?"
He chuckles and with an arrogant smile as he leans his face into mine and then smoothly, he replies, "About you finding me attractive."
My face turned beet red and I reach up and slapped him as I spun around on my heel and left him standing there grinning like an idiot. He had some nerve...
I stormed off up the stairs again with every intention of leaving that over-confidence jerk in the dust this time, I still couldn't believe that he really thinks I want him, I just wanted to punch him in this smug face and wipe that stupid grin off his face. Oddly enough he still didn't shout at me or threaten me, or come running at me with intent "to punish" me, I didn't linger on it though, all I wanted was to get back to his stupid cell and get some rest.
Screw this place and screw him...He's got another thing coming if he thinks I'm going to willing marry his sorry bum...
With that thought in mind, I rushed even more up the stairs in an attempt to put some distance between us, it was then that I began to become aware of just how tired I was, fatigue was beginning to strip me of what little energy I had left. I slipped and nearly fell if it had not been for the rails on the side when I reached out and grabbed them out of reflex and not far behind I felt a hand on my back, but I didn't need to turn around to know who's it belongs to. I felt so weak, and through my little squabble with Mal just now, I had forgotten how much my foot was killing me since the stitches got ripped back open again. It felt like I was walking on glass all over again, I tried to right myself and take another step, but I couldn't go anymore. Without saying anything at all, he quickly picked me up and started his trip up the stairs, I was so taken back by it that I didn't say anything at first. The jerk shouldn't be carrying me when he was the one that pulled both of us out of the elevator shaft, he has to be just as exhausted as me if not worse. I felt guilty about it as he wordlessly continued up the stairs without a word of complaint, as I stared up at him feeling slightly awestruck.
Mal's Pov:
Getting Roxanne under my control, may prove to be not as difficult as I thought it was going to be, she denies her feelings for me, and interesting enough I've never had a slave girl that has ever liked me before, they all lived in fear of me, and they still do to this day. I watched in delight as she took off to get away from me, but then something was off about her, looking down I noticed red spots on the steps that led up to her feet. Her stitches must have given away again, which means I'll have to fix them again. That girl is completely reckless...
I watched her more intently as I narrowed my eyes as she began to speed up her stride trying to avoid me, and then suddenly she nearly fell down in the process, I acted immediately in which case I'm not sure why, but regardless she seems to regain her step as I reached out to grab her. I could feel her tense up at the touch of my hand on her back, she quickly tried to step away from me but lose her stepping and I caught her as I lifted her up and without a word I carried her the rest of the way up. She wrapped her arms around me with hesitation at first, but I was sure that was because she still didn't trust me, and she was wise enough to know not to. I could feel her looking up at me, but I was too tired and starting to feel irritable because of how late it was getting, our little adventure nearly wiped me out and almost got us killed. I would be sure to make Chris's morning a living hell tomorrow before I see Roxanne's grandfather.
I really could use a smoke right about now...
After a good fifteen minutes, I had to stop to catch my breath it's not that she was heavy, I was just tired and spent, I knew I was running out of juice, I turned my attention to Roxanne when I heard her say, "Y...You don't have to carry me. I'll walk...I'll be fine...really."
I narrowed my eyes and in a harsher voice than I intended, I said, "No."
I felt her flinch at my growl when I answered as she continued to look up at me with what I just now realized was a concern. Ha...That's rich...When I'm right, I'm right...She does harbor something for me whether she'll admit it or not...
I started again up the stairs when we reached the landing, Roxanne whispered in my ear nervously, "Steve's coming!"
Shit!...Really...At a time like this...
I put her down as I turned to see that she wasn't lying the sneaky bastard was indeed coming up the stairway towards us and he looked pretty happy to see me, unfortunately, the feeling wasn't mutual. As he got nearer towards us, I turned towards Roxanne and pulled her behind me as I backed our way towards the upper stairs and waited for him from there, I felt her hand grabbed my arm and her other onto my back.
Steve smiled smugly as his locked on to mine and over-confidently he said, "You kids out on a date this late?"
I chuckle as I tilt my head to the side and casually reply, "Something like that. Why?...Are you jealous?"
Steve's eyes gleamed with a lecherous gaze as they landed on what is mine and mine alone, and it pissed me off as I hear him gloat and say, "She must be cold over there with so little on. If you like, I could warm her up for you."
I could feel Roxanne stiffen at that comment as her fingers dug in my arm and side as she attempted to stay hidden behind me with her face buried against my shoulder blades, I narrowed my eyes with dislike as I growled, "You'll be sleeping alone tonight...if I don't put your dumbass six feet under first."
I reach into my pocket and pull out my keys while not taking my eyes off of the peon in front me, I turn to the side as I hand them to Roxanne and with a serious tone of voice, I say, "Go."
She looks at me with confusion and fear in her eyes as she stammers, "N...No...Not without you!"
"Go!" I tell her in a harsher tone as I raise my voice.
"M...Mal, Please-," She began as I could tell she was starting to panic, but I cut her off.
"Now! Roxanne! Go! Don't Make me say it again!" I yelled at her as I watched her eyes widen in fear as she flinched at my sudden outburst of anger, she quickly turned up the stairs and disappeared from my sight.
"Aren't you just a smooth operator, Mal?...The ladies must really like you," Steve said with a smug look in his eyes as he watched Roxanne go as well as he went on to say, "...like a man that's in charge. Makes them feel secure."
I chuckle as I run my fingers through my hair as I raise an eyebrow with a wicked smile and say with just as much bravo, "Unlike you, huh?...When's the last time you got laid?...Or even a blowjob for that matter?...I bet you take turns with your cellmates jacking each other off!"
As soon as those words left my mouth, I could tell I pinched a nerve in that twit because he began to hurl himself at me with full speed with an outraged glare flashing dangerously in his eyes as his eyes connected with mine. I smirked and laughed darkly as I waited patiently for the sheep to come meet its slaughter.
Roxanne's Pov:
I was afraid as I ran up the stairs bounding towards my former cell that I use to share with Mal, I could feel my heart racing in my head as it wouldn't stop pounding, I stood at the cell fumbling with the keys, trying to find the right one with trembling hands. I soon dropped them in my panicked state and swiftly kneeled down to retrieve them and try again, I could feel eyes from other guys on the floor leering at me through their cells, they were watching and waiting for a chance to be released, and I knew what they'd do if they did get out. Mal had warned me. I swallowed nervously trying not to look over my shoulder at them as I finally found the right key, and plunged it into the keyhole, then swung the door open, as I slammed the door back into place. I stood there for a second and looked around me, I realized I wasn't going to be able to just climb into bed and go to sleep, the thought was laughable at this point in an ironic kind of way. Suddenly I knew I needed to take a couple of deep breaths to calm my wary nerves so that I could think more clearly, which I did and after the four one I felt more slightly at ease, but still on edge.
Thinking back to earlier events, I come to realize that Mal is worn and beat, there was no way that he could win in a fight against that creep Steve, so I began surveying the room as I looked for some sort of weapon to use to aid him. Usually under any other circumstances, I would have let Mal have the shit beat out of him for all the horror and hurt he's caused me and who knows who else, but tonight he really came through for me and save my life, I felt I owed him even though I did save him from falling into the elevator shaft. Everywhere I looked I couldn't find anything of any real good use, nothing under the beds, around the table and chairs, nothing in his bed or the top one, and I checked his locker. Oddly enough I had only been in Mal's locker once and that was when he helped me escape the night the cell doors were malfunctioning, so I used the keys to open it, and looked inside. I narrowed my eyes in disgust.
That son of a bitch...
He had nude pictures of me that he threaten me with posted all over the inside of his locker door, I was pissed, to say the least, that I yanked every single one of them down and tore them into tiny pieces then I slammed it shut as hard as I could in a fit of rage and frustration as I screamed.
Let Steve kick his ass!...He deserves it!...What a creep!...If I was down there right now, I'd cheer Steve on!...
But being the good person that I am, I let out an aggravated sigh and opened the locker again and re-examined it as I looked through his things. Mostly first-aid kits, knives, some clothes, and leaning in the back was a bat and a crowbar. I took the bat and with an annoyed look on my face because I was still not happy about the pictures or the fact that I was about to go help his sorry ass, I slammed the locker door closed again and unlocked the cell door and headed out with a little more confidence. Mostly due to the fact that I wanted to go kick his ass myself, but it would have to wait another time. I raced towards the stairway as I hear the creeps in their cells calling out me and reaching their hands out in an attempt to grab me, but I ignore them and run on as I slowed my way down the stairs so I didn't fall and injure myself. As I drew closer, I could hear them swearing and fighting, but as soon as I could see what was going on, I stopped as my eyes widen.
Mal was clinging to the wall barely holding himself up as his breathing was raggedly and short with his eyes closed, his mouth was bleeding and he had bruises all over from just this short amount of time. Steve's tall figure towered over Mal's, and Mal was taller than me by at least a good foot or so, Steve laughed and taunted him as he grabbed Mal by his hair and punched him in the face and then threw him on the ground and started kicking him repeatedly. I don't know why I froze, but I did as I watched on in shock. Mal never lost a fight to this guy, why wasn't he calling for back up?!...
As Steve swung his foot out again to land another kick to Mal's ribs, Mal pulled out his knife and slashed at Steve's leg, but Steve moved out of the way just barely in time which gave Mal time to get back up to his feet. Mal wasn't doing so good and I could tell by the way he was staggering drunkenly on feet as he collided with the wall and lean on it for support. I immediately acted when I saw Steve move back in with a knife of his own that he intended to use, as fast as I could manage I swiftly trodden down the steps and right when Steve was hovering over Mal again I swung the bat as hard as I could. Mal stood there looking at me with an indecisive look between bewilderment and anger, but I wasn't about to let him get to me.
The hit rang true as the big oaf fell over and collapsed on the floor, he laid there stunt for a minute and looked up at me and said, "You little bitch..."
I growled and with fire in my eyes, I spat back, "That's crazy psychotic bitch to you asshole!"
He smirked at me and from behind me I could hear Mal's voice say in low angered voiced, "I told you to get in the cell!"
I didn't turn around but I barked back, "Don't tell me what to do!"
By then Steve was standing up and was about to slug me, but I dodged it and used the bat to knock the wind out of him by swinging it into his gut, and he looked up with hot rage boiling from his eyes as he attempted to punch me again, and again he missed. As his arm sailed passed my face, I jumped up in the air and flung my foot in his ugly face, as I gave him a roundhouse kick sending him crashing down the stairs almost exactly like my first day here.
Mal's Pov:
I deliberately told her to go to the cell and stay there...No matter what I do, she always finds a way to defy me...
As anger as I am at being saved by a girl, and my slave girl at that, I couldn't help but find it funny and ironically both at the same time as I watched her pull that same little move of her's she pulled on her first day she arrived here.
I laughed as I watched Steve sailed down the steps with a smirk still on my face, I say, "Well...Well...Look at you, toots...Aren't you just a little bad ass now?"
She turns around and cocks an eyebrow at me and my comment as she says dryly, "So what if I am?...What are you gonna do about it?"
I chuckle as I close my eyes and relax against the wall for a minute and then with as much humor in my voice, I say, "I don't think you wanna know..."
I open my eyes again to her glaring at me as she says with impatience, "I'm not in the mood for your mind games, Mal. Let's just go."
I smirked as I thought myself that I'd let that comment slip, for now, she's getting more disobedient by the day. What she doesn't realize is that as soon as I get her official engaged to me tomorrow, I'll be cleaning up that filthy little act of hers soon enough, even if I have to get rough.
Roxanne's Pov:
Considering the shape Mal was in, I was left with no other choice but to help him walk back which he wasn't too happy about being seen by the other guys on the floor watching him being lead back to his cell by a girl nonetheless, so he refused my help as soon as we got off the stairway. Shortly after we got there and closed the door back, he flung something at me which I wasn't sure what it was until it landed on my bed. I walked over to investigate, and it was my book I had gone through the trouble of getting the start of all this, I was speechless. Mal got my book for me, but why?...
"What?!...You don't want it now?!" He said with impatience as he sunk down into one of the chairs as I reached down and picked it up. It had blood on the cover of it.
"There's blood on it." I stated obviously as I looked from him to the book and went on to say, "But you didn't have to."
"Aww...Don't get all sappy on me now." He said sarcastically with a smirk as pulled out a pack of cigarettes which I hated, so I glared at him even more.
"Piss off, I just meant you didn't have to get it, okay?" I said narrowing my eyes at him as I marched over and grabbed his hands and turned them over in mine only to find that my presumptuous thoughts were true. He hands were indeed bleeding.
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and with an amused, mocking tone, he said, "Well...Roxanne this is so sudden. I didn't know you wanted to hold hands this soon. You move fast on the first date, you little tiger, you."
I blushed, but ignored his crude comments as I said bluntly, "When did this happen?"
"Oh, and now my future-wife-to-be is being so devotedly loving towards me. I feel so touched. What brought this on toots?" He said with the same tone of voice with a cigarette smile.
I slapped him and hissed, "Just answer the damn question."
He chuckles as he takes his hands from mine and says in a more serious tone, "When saving your ungrateful butt in the elevator shaft. Which by the way, I still haven't received a thank you from you yet."
I stopped and thought back to that moment where he lost hold of the cables and tried to regain his grip, he must have torn the flesh from his hands then, and he didn't complain or let me go the entire time either, he had just kept on going regardless of the pain. I suddenly felt really terrible now, even if he didn't have a good reason for wanting to marry me, he did go through a lot of selfless trouble to see me safely out that hole. I didn't know what to say, I was feeling still too proud, but at the same time ashamed of myself, so I muttered a defeated thanks to him and in returned he only smirked told me to sit, and oddly enough I did, but only after I went to my old locker and pulled out a first-aid kit. Mal didn't protest this time when I looked at his hands and doctored them up, he just sat there watching while smoking his stupid cancer sticks. When I was done, I put the rest of supplies on the table and had just barely turned back around in my seat to face him, when he pulled my foot up out from under me which startled me because I let out a small gasp, and he then placed my foot in his lap and reopened the first-aide kit as he pulled my sock off and studied my foot for a moment as he took out a pair of tweezers and pulled out what remained of the stitches and took an alcohol pad and wiped my foot done to disinfect it and began restitching it back up again. I sat there watching him do that while unsure what to do with myself as I fidgeted with the hem of my top nervously, and then I began to feel something odd in his lap where my foot was resting while he was working on it. I anxiously looked up hoping he doesn't notice me looking, and take a quick glance, and to my horror, my assumptions were dead on. He had a hard-on, and I could feel it. I felt my cheeks turning bright red as I looked back down quickly and pretended I saw and felt nothing. He said nothing, so I was praying that he didn't notice me looking at his..um yeah...that.
He didn't say anything for awhile until he was about half done in which he let out an annoyed sigh, he said, "This makes it the third time I've had to stitch up your foot you know."
I raised an eyebrow as I glared and retorted back at him, "Wouldn't have to if you hadn't decided to "swan dive"-"
"It wasn't "swan diving"-" He started with annoyance in his tone, but I cut him off from finishing his comment.
"Fine, let me rephrase that then, I tore them saving your ass when you decided that it would be an awesome idea to go "free falling" in the elevator shaft." I narrowed my eyes and spat back at him while using "hand signals" referring to the "free falling part".
Mal pauses, then looks up and blinks at me with this, confused "Wait...What?..face".
"Well, if you had just stayed in bed, none of this would have happened, now would it?" He said with a temper as he leaned into my direction.
I growled loudly in frustration and say, "Well, your punk ass is welcome then!"
"I know it is!" He growled back at me.
I squinted my eyes in annoyance and bark back at him,"Go to hell!"
Pete's Pov:
We were just five cells down from Mal's cell and believe me, we could hear them bickering with each other all the way down here. It was ridiculous.
"Are you kidding me? They're still arguing this late?!" I groan out loud as I lay there listening them carry on.
"Yup." Big Ed says nonchalantly as he just lays there wide awake on his back staring at the ceiling.
"Jeez, What time is it?" I muttered out loud.
Big Ed paused a moment to reach over and look at his cell phone and replied dryly, "2:28 a.m."
"Son of..." I muttered more to myself than anyone in particular as I roll over on my side and place my pillow over my head in aggravation.
Big Ed doesn't move as he just lays there and says nothing still staring at the ceiling with a comical straight face.
Roxanne's Pov:
By now we were in a full-fledged argument pacing around the room circling each other.
"Yeah, well look at me, I'm Mal. I'm the king of juvie and everyone here bends over backward and kisses my ass!" I said in my best grumpy Mal voice as I pretend to strut around like the arrogant jerk he was carrying the bat over my shoulder with mock anger smirk on my face.
Mal jaw dropped in shock and then a devious smirk formed on his lip as he started walking around all girly-like and pretended to curtsy with a skirt and in a really annoying high-pitched feminine girly voice said, "Oh yeah! well, look me, I'm Roxanne. I wear skimpy little skirts and shake my little tush around with my feminine ways because it makes me feel pretty!"
I narrowed my eyes and shouted back at him, "You're an idiot!"
"Yeah!...Well, who's the idiot that decided to go parading around on the main floor without even wearing a bra?!" Mal threw back at me with an angry sneer.
"Really, who's ass just got out bested while hunched over a wall like a little girl ten minutes ago when I kick Steve's ass because you didn't have enough balls to do it yourself?!" I spat back at him with my hands on my hips as I glared up at him in his face.
Pete's Pov:
"Seriously...Seriously!" I said aggravatingly as I roll back over in my bed with blood-shot eyes as they continue to carry on.
Big Ed just lays there and sighs as I glance over in his direction for a moment before closing my eyes again.
Roxanne's Pov:
"You wanna run that by me again, slave girl?" Mal hisses at me with a dangerous glint in his eyes as he pushes me into the table.
I regain my balance and glare just as dangerously back at him and said with just as much defiance as I can concoct, "Sure thing, hot stuff!"
Mal looks at me with this devious and mischievous grin and knocks everything on the table onto the floor and shoves me on it and I reach up grabbing him with my arms around his neck and then his lips lock onto mine and then next thing I know we're in a heated battle of a make-out session.
My body was on fire and all I knew was that I really wanted him and bad, I knew this was wrong and I knew better, but at the moment I just didn't care. I just wanted to kiss him and have him kiss me back, I wanted his rough hands on me...all over me and I wanted to...Oh, my God!...What the hell am I doing?!...
"So does this mean I have permission to touch you now?" Mal said as he pulled his lips from mine as he continued to hover over my frame as I still had my arms wrapped around him.
I thought about it for a moment, as I felt dread eating at me at the very back of my mind, but at the same time I felt a strange pull or tug to just do it, so against my better judgment I went with the later and nodded a "yes".
"Good. That's what I wanted to hear." Mal said with a naughty smirk.
He let go of me and pulled me towards his bed and in which I started to feel really nervous because I never did this kind of thing before, so I was feeling very self-conscious as we got to his bed.
"Get in." He said as he stood in front of it and began pulling down the covers from the top bunk.
I watched him in confusion and then asked with curiosity, "What are you doing?"
"Do you want to put on a peep show for the other guys in their cells?" He asked mischievously with a raised eyebrow as he turned and walked over to my bed and grab the top blankets from it too while knocked my shirt that was on top of it down in the process.
"Um...No, not really," I said as I continued to watch him build what looked like a privacy curtain with the top bed-sheets as he tucked them into the bottom of the top bunk on his bed.
As much as I don't like or agree with this jerk, he certainly was a crafty one that he was. When he was done, he pulled the sheet back and started removing his shoes, socks and then I blushed as I watched him began to unfasten his belt and then take his pants and boxers off.
He smirked at me when he saw I was watching him undress and said with a sly tone of voice, "Come on, don't be shy, this isn't the first time you've seen me like this."
He then climbed in and crawled over towards me and started kissing me again, and I was beginning to feel weaker by the second, I wasn't going to be able to resist him much longer and for some crazy reason it didn't bother me at the time as I fell back onto the bed and he followed.
I let him have control and it felt nice...all the sensations that were running through me right now that he was creating felt...amazing...I didn't want it to stop...not anytime soon...I felt him running his rough fingers and his probing hands all over me...It made me shiver, but at the same time, I liked it...
At some point he began tugging at the hem of my tank top, my first instinct was to stop him, but then I relaxed and let him remove it and then he proceeds to let his fingers explore my chest as I laid there gripping the sheets tightly trying so hard not to make a sound so that the other guys in their cells wouldn't hear me. At some point, I felt embarrassed and tried to cover myself, but he pulled my hands away and whispered, "Roxanne...Roxanne...I've seen everything, but those. Why would you want to hide them from me now?"
I blushed as I looked away, I had no words to say to that, I felt suddenly very shy underneath him, and I don't know why when just minutes ago we were yelling at each other and now I couldn't even look him in the eye without turning red.
What was wrong with me?...Is this how he got Bailey under his power so easily?...
His eyes gleamed with mischief as he started to rub his thumbs in circles over my breasts as he began kissing my jawline, I felt myself slipping back into his grip again, and for some reason, I didn't care, I held onto him because I wasn't sure what else to do.
He leaned down and chuckled in my ear and in a husky voice said, "You like that, don't you?...Now you see what we could have been doing if you didn't have to fight me so much?"
As he was saying that, his fingers slowly slipped down to my waist as I gasp from the sensation it was giving me, he stopped at my skirt line and attempted to remove it, but seem to be having trouble in doing so.
I felt him suddenly pull at it roughly, and then I panicked as I shot up into a sitting position and nervously said, "P...Please...don't Mal!...I don't have anything else to wear tomorrow if you do that."
"You better show me how to take it off then, shouldn't you?" He whispered in my ear as I placed my hands over his and showed him how to unbutton it and he took over from there as he quickly pulled it off and then my last bit of clothing under it too.
There I laid in Mal's bed with absolutely no form of protection as his figure hovered over my small one and then he straddled me in a sitting position looking down at me as he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Well...you said you make the rules my sweet, what am I allowed to do?"
I blushed as I laid there with my arms tucked in over my chest trying to shield my exposed flesh from sight but then Mal smoothly replied, "Don't hide from me Roxanne, I want to see all of you. I wanna see what is mine."
I mumbled out loud in a small voice, "I'm okay with you k...kissing and...touching...me, but I'm not going any further than that. You're not allowed to put your...you know what inside me."
Mal smirked and taunted me as he said, "My what exactly?"
I glared up at him and said, "You know what!"
He chuckled and replied with a sly smirk, "You mean this," He said rubbing his manhood on my thigh as he went on to say, "I figured you'd say that."
"You not allowed to do that!" I said as I glared at him with embarrassment as I continued on, "If what you said is true, my grandfather will kill you if you get me pregnant before we even married, Mal."
"I'm well aware of that, which is why I haven't stolen your innocence yet," He said with a more serious tone this time as he went on to say, "I'm no fool, but in time I will have you. All of you and no one else will but me."
He said all that with an evil smirk as he dipped his head back down and started to kiss me full on the mouth again, as angry as I felt I still couldn't fight the feelings he was created within me when he touched and kissed me like he did. I know I was probably making a huge mistake, but I felt safe with him especially after everything that's happened. He's stopped Steve from touching me and a whole floor of guys from taking me and then tonight that creep that sneak into here that tried to kidnap and take me God knows where and do who knows what.
Eventually, he had me pleasure him down there, but I refused to use my mouth because I found it degrading, which made him laugh so he let me use my hands instead. As he continued to touch and kiss me, suddenly without any warning he exploded in my hands as he laid there with his hands gripping me tightly like he needed something to hold onto. He laid there for a moment panting and then pulled his boxers from the floor and wiped himself clean of his bodily juices and then threw it back into the floor.
He told me to lay down because it was now his turn to pleasure me, I wasn't sure I was ready for that, but I didn't get a chance to refuse him when he suddenly slipped his fingers down there and then smirk at me and whispered in my ear, "You're soaking wet down there. Looks like you want me as bad as I want you."
I flush at his dirty words and stammer, "N...No, I'm not."
He smiles smugly and then run his wet fingers down my inner thighs and then slyly says in a seductive voice, "Then what is this?"
I gasp and turn redder still as he chuckles and says, "There's not realize to be ashamed. All the girls want it. They can't stand it when I stop and believe me once I get started you'll never be able to live without it."
I didn't have time to retort an angry response back at him because he then slipped his fingers inside me all the way, and I groan in pain from the sudden attack of his rough fondling, but instead I cried out only loud enough for him to hear, "Stop Mal...you're hurting...me."
He chuckled and remarked in my ear, "The pain will fade soon I promise, and in a minute, you beg me not to stop. They all do, but you know what you're rather tight down there. You never even been touched before, have you?"
I didn't know what he was talking about because it didn't feel any better regardless of what he said or what he was doing down there, and as for the last part of what he said I was too embarrassed to answer that, but within a few minutes later it did start to feel good, it had a hot searing feeling like I was on fire. It grew hotter by the second, and before I knew it my hips were rocking in sync with the movement of his fingers inside me. It was driving me crazy, and I didn't want it to stop. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right.
"I told you that you'd want it bad, and now you can't resist it, can you?" He teased me as he continued to touch me down there and he kissed me all over.
A heightening feeling kept building inside me and I didn't know how much more I could take as I dug my nails into his back and continued to gasp and try as hard as I could to not make a sound, but it was so hard.
Then it happened as I was panting heavily and clinging desperately to Mal, I felt myself self on the very edge of exploding and right before it happened I reached up and bite him on the neck to save myself the embarrassment of crying out loud from the things he was doing to me.
Mal's Pov:
Did she just bite me?...And not only that but dug her nails into my back as well...Just like a little wildcat...I think I just found my favorite slave girl...
I could feel her tremble underneath me as her panting slowed down and her body started to relax, I then dropped on top of her and enjoyed her feminine scent as I nibbled her neckline and I stopped at her ear and whispered, "You're a naughty girl, Roxanne. You bite me, you're lucky I like you so much as I do, had you been any other girl, I would have had to punish you severely for that, but oddly enough I rather enjoyed it."
I went on to say, "I've decided drop calling you, "my sweet" and just stick with, "my little hellcat" because that's exactly what you are in bed a wildcat. After tonight we'll be doing something like this more often to spice things up."
She glared up at me as she suddenly slapped me which caught me off guard and then I smirked deviously as I said, "Harder Roxanne, I like that!"
She shrunk back under me in shock at my reaction which only amused me more as she said with disbelief in her voice, "W...What?!...Why?!"
I went on to explain just as I smugly grinned down at her small little frame, "I like that kind of shit!...It turns me on especially when it's coming from you!...So next time do me a favor and hit me harder."
She looks at me with a raised eyebrow and said, "You didn't seem "to like that shit" tonight when I almost hit you in front of your boys."
"That's in front of my boys, and I don't allow any slave girl to hit me. Ever. You are the only one I'll let get by with that, but only because I find you intriguing. I like your fire and I want it." I said as I continued to drink in her sight with my hungry eyes.
Pete's Pov:
"Finally!" I said with relief.
I don't know what the boss did to stop it, but whatever he did we can finally get some sleep.
I rolled over and see that Big Ed was already passed out on his bed, and that's when I decided I'll be heading there soon enough myself.
Mal's Pov:
Well...now that I began to slowly gain Roxanne's trust once more, it won't be long until I have it under my belt again, I'll slowly pull her under and have my power over her. Making her believe that she's the one in control in the bedroom for tonight will make things easier for me later on. She proved to be quite the handful, but rather fun to play with as well. With her grandfather money, I can finally get my revenge and have myself a pretty little slave girl to keep me company and satisfied me too.
I'll need to take her with me so that I can finalize our little engagement in the morning, but something tells me she's still gonna give me hell about it no matter what I do, but that's fine. I like a challenge...
About an hour later Roxanne was passed out in my arms and I was all sprawled out having a smoke, I had partially opened the make-shift curtain to let the smoke drift out of the room, but that was soon interrupted when some peon started talking to me from across the other side of the hall.
"It must be nice to have the only chick here in your bed. I don't suppose you're willing to share her, are you?" He asked leaning against his cell door looking into mine.
"Not unless you want to wake up dead tomorrow morning, you're welcome to try it." I replied evenly with a glare.
He didn't say anything after that for awhile, but sometime later he spoke again, "You know she'll figure you out Mal, and once she does, she'll never trust you again once she learns who the "real you" is."
I chuckle and reply with an evil taunt, "Let her, but by then it will be too late."
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