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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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Mal's Pov:
The next morning as I opened my eyes and groan as I look down to find myself tangled up with my slave girl, she was like an octopus with her legs all wrapped around mine and her head in the crook of my neck and her one of her arms sprawled out over my chest. I honestly am beginning to believe that the morphine had nothing to do with her "sleeping habits" and that she just has a tendency to snuggle up to the nearest thing that's closest to her which in my case was me. I've never actually slept with any of my "girls" up until now at least not until my little hellcat here came along, the experience was different then what I imagined it to be, it was relaxing and kind of like having a smoke.
I have to admit my plan actually worked, getting Roxanne all riled up and heated so that her hot, passionate little temper of her's would lead to "our little make-out fest" we had on the table and plus the notes I've been taking as I observe her increase need to depend on me for help, it aided me into getting her in my bed at last. With her thinking she is in charge in the bedroom, it makes it easier for me to finally have "some fun of my own", and I can't deny that I was rather intrigued by her sudden change in attitude and behavior, I never knew she was "the shy type", but that was her first time with a man so...I chuckle to myself as I look up to see the cell doors glide open, it must be six a.m., time for me to cause some real chaos soon.
Roxanne's Pov:
I had awakened due to the feeling of movement in the bed and the low creak it made as Mal rose and open the "make-shift curtains" he put up last night, seeing him get up from his bare backside reminded me of what we did last night. I felt like hanging my head, I couldn't believe I let myself do that, I knew better and I had more self-respect for myself, but yet I let myself down by giving into it, Mal used me and it hurt. It hurt a lot.
Within a few minutes, after I heard Mal shuffling around to probably get dressed, I heard footsteps coming inside the cell, so I pulled the covers over my head and pretended I was still asleep and waited for the worse to come. I could hear Mal flip open his lighter, so I could only assume that he was smoking again like last night when he thought I didn't hear what he was saying to some other guy from across the hall, I never opened my eyes to see what was going on, but I got a pretty good idea after some of the things that guy said. I still couldn't get out of my head what he said about me finding out who "the real Mal" is, I thought this was "the real Mal".
Don't tell me he can be a lot worse than he is now...I didn't realize it at first when, but Mal and I were making out, he was manipulating me into doing it by prying on my emotions when I was at my weakest point...He knew which strings to pull to make my heart beat faster and somehow he knew my feelings better than I did...When did I start feeling anything for him and how?!...All I know is I've got to cut the pain off at the heart of the infection and bleed it out and move on...I can't let him control me by using this against me...
As soon as the footsteps, stopped near the end of the room where Mal was, I immediately recognized the voices that followed, it was Pete and Big Ed. They both approached Mal from the sound of it and sat in the chairs as I could hear them creak and scrape against the floor as they made themselves more comfortable.
The first one to speak was Pete and he said in an irritated voice that was directed at Mal by the sound of it, "What the hell was you two doing in here last night?!...I think everyone on this floor could hear you two carrying on."
Mal chuckled darkly and said nonchalantly, "That really depends on Pete, the shouting match or what followed after that."
"I'm pretty sure he was referring to the shouting match you guys were having, was there something else that happened after that?" Big Ed asked in a confused, dull-tone of voice as though he was still waking up.
Mal flipped his lighter again and hummed out loud as he said, "You could say that."
"You finally "got some", huh?" Pete said in what sounded like disbelief.
Mal chuckled and smoothly replied, "Sure did, and believe me, Ed, the shouting match was worth it. She was like putty in my hands after I got her under me. You should have seen her pretty little face when I got her to come for me, but you know what that little minx bite me."
I could hear Big Ed gasp in wonder and Pete snort as he humorously said, "I'm not surprised, not after all the hell she gave us last night. That girl is as crazy as you are Mal...Well...maybe not as crazy as you, but she's a wild one no matter how you look at it. How the hell do you plan to contain her?!..."
"Damn...Look at what she did to your back man?!...You might want to get that looked at by the nurse." Big Ed gasped out loud from bewilderment and Pete whistle in disbelief.
I could hear Mal snort at that comment and Pete's reaction as he replied with a smug sounding tone of voice, "...And that's why she's my little hellcat, boys. Not gonna find another like her anywhere even if I tried."
As they continued to talk about me like that, I became more and more humiliated by the second, I was nothing but a "sex toy" for Mal, and that's all he saw in me and all he needed me for, I felt my throat growing dryer by the second as I bite back the tears that were threatening to come.
"Keep it down, by the way, she's still asleep. I wouldn't want to wake my sleeping princess, at least not yet." Mal said with dark humor as he continued to speak with his two main thugs.
Soon their voices were drawn down to quietest of whispers and it became harder to hear what they were saying, I'm not one for eavesdropping, but when it came to Mal talking about me like the way he was, I couldn't help it. It made me very uncomfortable and any bit of trust or safety I had ever felt around him was sinking rapidly to the bottom of the lake at this point. Some minutes later, I heard dragging of chairs and feet shuffling around as they soon left the room except for one pair of feet and I knew who they belong to as I felt the bed move under his weight as he pulled back the cover around me, I could feel his breath on my ear.
"Good morning my little hellcat, did you sleep well?" Mal asked in mockingly pleasant tone.
I got up and snatched the covers from him and backed away into the back of the bed towards the wall so I could face the monster I slept with and gave part of myself to regrettable.
I looked at him with as much hate and disgust as I could harbor as I viciously hissed back at him, "I heard every word. Get away from me."
Mal chuckled and commented in an amused tone of voice as he said, "Does this mean I'm not getting any?"
I narrowed my eyes and darkly replied, "You figure it out genius."
He smirked evilly and in a fake voice of pity, he said, "Aww...What's wrong?...I thought you enjoyed last night, Red."
I pulled the covers up more to shield my unclothed figure as I glared and angrily replied, "Well, you thought wrong!"
He laughed as he sat down and in a teasing voice he went on to say, "Did I?...You looked like you were in bliss to me...I could tell you wanted to scream but held it in. Next time I'll get you to scream my name...won't that be fun?!..."
"I don't think so because there isn't gonna be a "next time". You lost your chance by bragging about "banging me" to your boyfriends." I spat back at him with immense hate burning from my eyes as I continued on to say, "You don't kiss and tell. That was your mistake, and mine was letting you trick me into doing this with you."
Mal looked at me for a moment then threw his head back and laughed, and within second stopped as he snatched one of my legs out from under me and yanked me under him as he straddled me and with a dark look in his eye and voice, he spoke in a low voice, "You don't get to make the calls here slave girl...I do because I am your master and if you don't watch yourself, I will start making your life a lot more miserable and painful than it currently is."
He paused as he got up and reached down to grab something from the floor and I throw it at me, it was my clothes from last night, he then wen continued, "Now get dressed unless you want me to have to punch every peon in the throat that looks this way."
With that he closed the "makeshift curtain" and trotted over to one of the chairs as I could hear the chair's legs scratch the floor as he sat in it and waited for me to dress, I took a deep breath and pulled my clothes on as quickly as I could as I listened to the sound of voices and feet from the other cells as they started their day. When I was done, I got up and pulled back the bed-sheets and faced Mal as he sat there wearing an irritable expression on his face and pointed to one of the chairs as he indicated that he wanted me to sit. I sighed as I walked over there gingerly since my stitches had been just redone again, they were tender, but I was starting to get used to it.
As I sat down, Mal's eyes followed my face and then he said in a commanding voice, "You will shower this morning in the infirmary and then you will come with me. No questions are to be asked and no complaining. Understood?"
Mal's mood seemed pretty dark all of a sudden and it worried me, for someone that "got some" last night you'd think he'd be on cloud nine and not a thundercloud from hell, I don't think I've seen him like this since maybe the time he cut my throat. I swallowed nervously and nodded my head to show that I comprehended what he was saying as I stared uneasily back at him.
Before he got up, he added in the same tone of voice as his eyes locked onto mine, "You're not sleeping your room anymore or the infirmary."
"Why not?" I asked anxiously as I tried to keep the fear out of my voice.
He narrowed his eyes and smirked darkly as he said, "You saw how easy it was for me to break into it your first night sleeping alone. Imagine what it would be like for a whole group of guys to do the same."
My hands clenched my shirt as I held myself tightly and I stare back at him as I beg, "Why are you doing this to me?"
Mal placed his elbow over the table, using it to lean his face on as he squinted his eyes and darkly replied in a serious tone of voice, "Because I want your obedience, and I will get it."
His attitude and the way he was treating me and now talking to me was starting to make my blood boil. I was about to lose my shit.
I mean yeah...I'm totally afraid of this guy, but I'm not the type of girl that takes crap from anyone and especially not him...
I stood up and narrowed my eyes as I gave him my dangerous look and hissed, "Well piss off because you're not getting it."
And I meant it too...
As soon as the words left my mouth I could see that I flipped his anger lever, because he jumped up and grabbed me by my shoulders and darkly replied in a low voice, "Listen here, I make the rules and if you don't follow them," He pushed me done on the table held me there with one arm slung over me as he pulled out his big knife/dagger and raised it to my cheek as he continued, "I will punish you, Roxanne. I like that pretty little face of yours, but keep it up and I will cut it. Got it?"
I looked back up at him with fear and anger in my eyes as I clenched my teeth, his arm was digging into me painfully and the blade was smartening my face, but being in the position that I was in, I couldn't see myself getting out of it without getting unscathed, so I surrendered. At least for now, until I could regroup and find a way to get my own power back, and once I do, I'll make his life a living nightmare.
Once he saw that he won, he put his blade away and got off of me, but still glared at me dangerously as he said, "Get up, we've wasted enough time. Follow me and do not make me chase you this time."
Without a word spoken, I did as he said and followed him out of the cell, but at a slower pace because of my foot, he soon notices and got annoyed with it as he waited for me to catch up. As soon as I did, he grabbed me and picked me up, I wasn't comfortable with this at all so I was careful not but my arms around him and kept eye contact to a minimum at all costs. No words were exchanged between us as he headed towards the stairs since there wasn't an elevator to use anymore after last night's little adventure, and a lot of the guys on the floor were complaining about it as they went down the steps in front of us.
By the time Mal got the last set of stairs, I couldn't keep it in anymore, I had to know how he was able to just tote me so easily, he had to be tired especially after last night, and I weighed over a hundred and twenty pounds...so yeah...I had to know...
"How are you doing that?" I asked finally as I cautiously looked up at him.
He didn't answer at first as if he was lost in thought and then with an annoyed look, he growled, "Doing what?"
"Carrying me?!...You pulled us out of an elevator shaft for at least half an hour and then carried me half of the way back last night to the cell and now you're doing it again. How are you doing that?!... Aren't you tired at all?" I exclaimed as I went on staring at him with a befuddled look on my face as I raised an eyebrow.
He chuckled with amusement as he smugly grinned and said, "Oh...So now you're impressed, are you?..." He paused as he continued to smirk down at me and went on to say, "I lift weights that are probably twice yours almost every day, toots. Carrying you is nothing, I lifted heavier pipes than you, trust me."
My sense of awe vanished as I muttered back at him, "I'll never trust you again."
He laughed at my comment and didn't say much after that and neither did I, and I was happy for it because talking him was either like walking on eggshells or having that feeling like you're being watched, either way, it was unnerving.
Not long after we made it to the infirmary, he didn't stick around much only long enough to see me in, which was fine with me because the less I saw of him, the better. I nodded to the nurse as I grabbed my bag of clothing and headed for the shower, but made sure the door was secure first before I did anything.
Mal's Pov:
Well, today was the day that the old man, my slave girl's grandfather was supposed to be here in a couple of hours...I was looking forward to seeing her terrified face as I watch the old geezer tell her that she was to be mine, and mine for until the day she dies...
I laugh to myself as I head down the hallway and pass all the peons in it as I make my way to Chris's office and help myself to his five star breakfast before he comes in and finds it missing, but not before I find a way to pay him back for the roller coaster ride I went through last night. As I step inside, I lock the door as I look around in his office as I try to decide what would be the best way to get back at him and then I spot it. One of his cherished possessions, his nominated awards for that ridiculous Total drama series.
I chuckled and evilly say out loud, "This will do quite nicely. I can't wait to hear his piteous screams when he discovers what's left of them."
I tossed all of them in the office trash and lit a piece of paper and tossed it in as I eat a muffin and watch with glee in my eyes as it burned and melted before my eyes, I took the rest of the food and scam before the smoke detectors went off. I decided to go back to the infirmary to finish it off, and maybe...just maybe I'll let my little pet have some too, but only if she begs.
Roxanne's Pov:
I had groaned out loud when I discovered that I didn't have really much left to wear. Well, I did but I really didn't like it, and I was pretty sure I knew who packed it. My mother is the only person in my family that still tries to get me to dress like a "lady", but I absolutely hate wearing dresses even though ironically enough I don't mind skirts. So as I said before, I groan as I pull out a pale pink thin-strapped sundress with a slightly deep neckline than I'd like, the dress came down to my knees, and I knew better to wear this considering where I was at, but I really didn't have a choice since everything else was dirty and already sent to the cleaners for now. I made a face as I put it on and tried to do something with my hair, but it just wasn't happening, so I find a hair-clip with a star on it in my bag as well.
Well at least..it's not too gaudy...I really don't like to wear showy things...
After a few minutes, I could hear Mal complaining on the other side of the door to hurry it up, so I holler back with annoyance in my voice, "Hold on already, I'm almost done!"
I was beginning to wonder what happened to the nurse, did she walk out for a minute?...Is that why Mal was being so rude because usually when she was around, he was more polite around me. Either way, I wasn't looking for to getting out of this bathroom, I quickly pulled my jumper on to hide my dress because I'd be damned before I would be caught dead in it, and especially in front of Mal. The thought of wondering what Mal would think if he saw me in one left me puzzled and uneasy thinking about it, while I was thinking that I thought I felt a draft in the air which pulled me to look around and sure enough for the first time I noticed that there was a small window over the tub.
My eyes lit up as I stepped into the tub and attempted to open the window which I soon discovered wasn't that hard to open, and it was just big enough for me to fit through. I thought I heard Mal's feet outside of the bathroom door and then I heard him calling me again, I decided to take the chance and escape, I quickly looked out it to see how far down it was and it wasn't too bad, so I pulled myself through the window and jumped out. I landed on my side and winced slightly, but hurriedly got up as I could hear Mal banging on the door now, and I sped off as fast as my injury would let me as I headed for the front of the building while snaking my way around some of the males that were standing or walking around and talking and cutting up.
In the background, I could hear Mal shouting my name now, and I knew I was going to be in a lot of trouble with him as soon as he found me, but at the moment I didn't care because I had other things I wanted to do besides being his "slave girl". As I ran I kept stopping to look behind me to see if Mal had caught up with me, but so far so good, it was then that I ran into someone and fell flat on my butt.
I heard them curse as they replied in an annoyed tone of voice, "Hey! Watch where you're-"
They stopped and then stared when they saw me, it was Duncan, but then I heard Mal's voice not far from where we were.
Duncan's Pov:
I was talking with my bros when someone decided to nearly tackle me from behind, I had turned around to telling off, but then realized it was Roxanne. She sat there on the ground looking lost as she looked up at me and then around her nervously, and it didn't take me long to understand why either. Mal's voice rung out through the air and I look down to see Roxanne freeze with fright.
I lean down and gave her my hand and said quickly, "Come on, let's go. I know a good place to hide."
She nodded and we all took off, I looked behind to see that she was lagging which was then that it hit me, she still had that injury Mal had caused her to have some days ago. I stopped to kneel down and said as I looked around to make sure Mal wasn't gaining on us, "Quick, jump on my back. I'll carry you."
Roxanne hurried as she grabbed on my neck as I grabbed her legs and we zipped out of there fast than a heat-seeking missile of a mission which is what it felt like having Mal not far from finding us. My friends, me and Roxanne ducked behind some bushes as we let some of Mal's thugs go by, no doubt they were probably looking for her too by now. As soon as they passed out of sight, we headed back into the building and I was sure it was okay to let her down, so we walked from there, but kept a lookout for Mal or his goons. Most of them were not around which was a relief, so we eased up and started walk more slowly.
"So I take it that your slave driver is still after you?" I asked nonchalantly as I look over at Roxanne as she still watches the halls as she keeps her eyes peeled.
"That's not even funny, pal." She says with a wary look in her eyes but still tries to smile nonetheless.
"He must really have it out for you. What'd you do this time?" I asked with curiosity as my bros slow down to keep pace with us.
"It's what I "don't do" that sets him off, and that's obey his stupid rules." She mumbled sourly and left out a long sigh.
"Well, hang with us for awhile, we'll keep ya safe from our much loved "juvie king"." I said jokingly as I snorted.
"Loved indeed. I'd love to punch him in his throat." She growled as she narrowed her eyes gave a pretty scary face that looked oddly similar to Mal's when he got dangerous.
"I think you've been hanging around Mal too much. You've even got his sinister glare down and that's kind of scary...just saying." I replied nervously as I backed off some. Even my bros looked a little worried there for a moment.
"Sorry, Duncan, it's just he really does get under my skin, I wish I knew what his deal is." She said with a serious face as she started watching the halls again.
"It's cool short-stuff, and I don't think anyone really knows. Hey, have you eaten yet? You wanna grab a bite to eat with us?" I said with a smile changing the subject as I try to brighten the mood up a bit.
"Sure, sounds good to me. If you guys don't mind me tagging along." She replied with a small smile forming on her face.
So with that, we all headed to the mess hall and had some breakfast and joked around like we did before the whole ordeal with Mal keeping Roxanne under his thumb for so long. I got my morning text from Diamond as she asked "How's my morning?" and said "I love you and miss you." as I watched Roxanne finally relax, there was no telling how long she had been that tense, and with Mal I was pretty sure it was for a long time.
Soon after one of the guys decided to get on the stage that Chris usually gets up on when he likes to make announcements and they pulled out the instruments as they plugged them up as they started to play for the heck of it. I was a little surprise to see Roxanne immediately jump up and grab a microphone and start singing with them as they played.
Damn!...She's good...I wonder where she learned to belt out lyrics like that...And with a voice like that, she'd definitely give Courtney a ran for her money...I wonder if she's any good with a guitar too?!...
I then jumped up myself, I wasn't about to miss out on this fun. I grabbed a guitar and revved it up and play a whammy as the mess hall came alive as everyone crowded around to watch as we play for fun. After the song end, everyone wanted an encore so we started another song and I noticed Roxanne remove her orange jumper, I think she was getting to warm from the way she was wiping her brow, but I didn't expect her to be the type to wear a dress or one like that. Maybe Mike's girlfriend, Zoey, but definitely not Roxanne. I raised an eyebrow, but she laughed and rolled her eyes at me and started to sing the next song.
I have to admit she's different from most chicks, and I was pretty sure my girl would like her when she meets her in a few days.
Mal's Pov:
After the second time, I called my little slave girl, she didn't answer me, and I wasn't having it, so I started banging on the door loudly, but got no reply. My eyes narrowed as I glared and pulled out the keys to unlock it and found that the room was as I thought. Empty.
When I find her, I'm gonna make her suffer for making me look for her...I'm already in a foul mood this morning...Pete informed me that Steve was making a mockery of "my tail being rescued by my slave girl" last night...And it wouldn't be long until I'd have to find him and strangle him before the day is over...
As I look around and spot her way of escape, I immediately jump out the window and start my search as I yell her name a few times, but only come back empty handed in the end.
She has to be here somewhere...She couldn't have gotten too far...Not with that unhealed foot of hers...Unless she was aided by someone...She wouldn't have...I told her to stay clear of that peon...It seems she's bent on breaking every rule I specifically designed for her to follow...When I get my hands on her...
My thoughts were interrupted when my walkie buzzed and it was Pete, he found her.
"Where is she?!" I demanded with a furious hiss.
"In the mess hall with that loser Duncan and his idiots." He said dryly and waited for my reply.
That little troublemaking hussy...Her luck has just run out...
So as I make it back inside the building pushing aside some of "the fresh meat", I begin to head towards the mess hall, I stop to look inside so I could spot her first, and sure enough, I spy her, but I was taken back by what I saw. She was transformed. She was on fire like she used to be when I first met her, it was like her spunk was back in full force. I hardly recognized her, and in that dress at that?... This was too much fun not to watch...
My eyes narrowed in amusement as I watched her remove the rest of her orange juvie jumper and then grab the microphone. What came next actually stunt me...
~So what am I not supposed to have an opinion...Should I be quiet just because I'm a woman...Call me a bitch cos I speak what's on my mind...Guess it's easier for you to swallow if I sat and smiled~
Whad'ya know, she has a voice...I guess I don't know everything about my little hellcat after all...
~When a female fires back...Suddenly big talker don't know how to act...So he does what any little boy would do...Making up a few false rumors or two~
Just as I was about to push open the doors and find me a seat to watch this play out further, I hear Chef's voice behind me as he addressed me and says, "You got a visitor Mal, and he wants to see you in my office."
A/N: Looks like Mal's visitor has finally arrived, how will it go and will they give Mal their blessing to marry Roxanne?...Will Roxanne be able to stay strong now that she has broken free from him?...Find out in the next upcoming chapter.
I decided to name the title of this chapter, "Can't Hold Us Down" as it's the song that Roxanne is singing when Mal strolls up to the mess hall. I kinda feel like she was singing it for him. For those of you who might not know, it's by a music artist called, Christina Aguilera.
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