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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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Duncan's Pov:
Yesterday I received a text from both Mike and Zoey while I was out hanging with the boys in my cell room as we were all throwing back some beer we snagged from Chef's secret stash and playing a hand of cards. They both were asking me if I knew about Roxanne being here at juvie and when I said I did they both sent me an alarming text regarding Mal's little adventure with Roxanne and the ending results, but nothing floored me more than when I read that they were getting engaged. I nearly choked on my drink as I dropped my phone, I immediately called Mike back and he gave me a better account of what happened at the hospital where apparently Mal was staying, (I had noticed how quiet juvie suddenly became without his presence here) and then he told me Mal's confession which caused me to laugh because I thought for sure it was joke.
Obviously, it wasn't, Mike was serious as he told me how Mal had made both him and Zoey keep quiet about it and not breathe a word to Roxanne about it. It was so beyond me that I had to ask if Zoey had talked to Bailey about it since she had texted me about her chase with Mal and Roxanne, I wondered since Zoey and Bailey were so close. Mike at that point had put his phone on speaker phone and Zoey had explained that she did and Bailey was so shocked by it that she didn't reply for some time, but when she did Zoey had said that Bailey didn't believe it at first at least not until Zoey went into more detail on Mal's odd behavior and reaction when he realized he had blurted out loud.
With all that taken in I was pretty well mind-blown by it and when I stopped to think about it, I didn't remember seeing Roxanne anywhere yesterday...it was like she went into hiding, but I did notice Mal's creeps watching the halls pretty hard all day.
Mal's Pov:
I woke up to find myself in a red room with flashing white lights on the walls as I laid in a bed covered with black sheets...but there was no one there. I could hear erotic music being played faintly in the background somewhere close by. I found it odd, but curiously entertaining...so I go to sit up but discover that I can not...I'm chained down by my wrists and my neck to the bedposts...
I swear out loud to myself as I try to pull free of my confinements, but can't as I continue to rattle the chains on the bed and then I noticed for the first time that I'm not wearing anything at all. Whoever was behind this was a very kinky person indeed...which caused me to chuckle out loud. Not long after my failed attempts of trying to free myself, I hear a familiar feminine voice coming from the dark shadows that came from a small faint figure in the dark as they made themselves known by entering the light.
"Did I say you could speak slave boy?" The figure said with a slight look of annoyance on her face as she drew nearer towards me.
It was Roxanne and she was dressed very seductively in nothing but a naughty pair of black panties and bra with a red and black garter belt on as she slapped a whip in her hands. She looked upset with me like she was going to punish me.
I laughed because this was not what I was expecting at all and especially not from her. I couldn't see her pulling something so naughty off, but yet here she was doing exactly that.
"No, I suppose you didn't." I humored her as I lay and wait to see what she would say and do next.
She cocked an eyebrow at me and smirked as she cheekily said, "You've been a very...very bad boy Mal...you know what I do with boys that can't behave?"
I could feel myself getting excited and not just on the inside either if you know what I mean...
"Are you going to whoop me, Roxanne?" I asked with glee as my eyes practically twinkle in delight at the idea.
She glares down at me and strikes me with the whip across my side as I feel the sting and hiss from the pain of it as she then irritably replies, "You are not to call me by my first name remember!?...Now, what did I tell you to call me?!...What's my name bitch?!"
Suddenly and oddly enough considering that I've never been here before, I remembered what I was supposed to address her as and so I answer her with a knowing smirk and say, "I'm sorry what was I thinking...please overlook my rudeness, my beloved hellcat. It won't happen again."
She yanked me by the chain around my neck and looks me in the eye like a tiger about to pounce on her prey and says in the same tone of voice, "You had better hope it doesn't."
She then smiles as she climbs on top of me and whispers in a silky voice, "Shut up and take me now!"
Without warning her lips crashed into mine as she dropped the whip and started trailing her fingertips down my chest and all the way up to my face as the kiss deepens and she starts teasing me by rubbing herself against me as I start to get harder by the second. The next thing I knew she gets off of me and starts torturing me further by slowly but seductively removing what little she was wearing, to begin with, and then smiles like a cat that's about to jump on her mouse.
"Are you ready for your punishment slave boy?" She asks in a low naughty tone of voice as she flashes me a hungry look while letting her eyes wander over my frame as slowly crawls back on top of me.
"Yes give it to me...and don't hold anything back!" I replied in an eager voice as I waited for it.
She started out slow but got a lot faster and rougher with me as she slapped me and shouted, "Say my name bitch!"
Before I could answer, I was soon awakened by the sound of a door opening...
I was awakened from my sleep to see my doctor standing at the end of my bed as he looked at me and said, "Well...Mal your wound is healing nicely and it looks like you'll be able to leave not tomorrow, but the next day. On an ending note, I hope you've learned your lesson and decide not to dress in the nude again while using the therapeutic jacuzzi. You caused a lot panic for some of the elderly women and younger women that are with child."
I roll my eyes as I said, "Yeah...whatever if that's all you got then just do me a favor and show yourself out."
The doctor gave me a displeased look and said, "Keep this up Mr. Mal and my staff will have to call your guardian and inform him of your recent unruly behavior and poor choice of actions."
With that, he turned on his heel and left. I growl and swear out loud, but soon let it go as I think back on that nice wet little dream of mine I just had.
...slave boy...
The thought humored me and made me wonder just how things would be if the table were indeed turned. I chuckle to myself as I pictured Roxanne dressed in something naughty and similar to what I saw in my dream, but those thoughts were dashed to the side as I hear the phone on my side go off.
I reach for it with more ease today then I did yesterday, and say, "What is it?"
"Keeping tabs on your woman is a lot harder than I thought, do you want me to give her the spare walkie since she insists on running off on her own?" Pete informs and asks me in an annoyed tone of voice as he waits for my reply.
I narrow my eyes as I stop to think about it and then replied, "She does like to make things difficult, doesn't she?...Yes go ahead and do that. Make sure she stays out of trouble and if you see Steve and his imbeciles...keep them off of her. She is mine and I will not have them trying to take my first taste of the pie. Understood?"
"Completely." He said without hesitation.
"Good. I'll see you in two days then." I said as I dropped the phone back into place and return myself back to the boredom I now face until then.
Roxanne's Pov:
The next day went by pretty much the same as the day before except I didn't get into any new scuffle with Steve or any of his goons this time around, I kept my presence on the low at the best of my ability, but I did start a habit of visiting Splotch at lunchtime because I figured he could use some company from time to time. He seems like a pretty lonely guy that needs a good friend to talk to every once in a while, so I decided to be that friend for him at least until Mal came back and put an end to it and I knew he would the moment he found out about it. There was no doubt in mind about it. I decided I needed to start taking my classes again that day since I was getting behind and I did plan on going to college someday too like Splotch, so yeah...I took class even though it was still boring as hell.
I soon realized though why I was getting these uncomfortable feelings about being followed and/or watched, I was, in fact, being just that and by one of Mal's right-hand men, Pete. Him and a few others I recognized from Mal's fight in the entrance hall and from his turf which I don't go near because his goons put me on edge, regardless they were watching my every movement very hard like they were waiting for something to happen. I was pretty sure they were going to report everything they saw me doing back to Mal when he returned or if they haven't already found a way to relate to him my current actions. Nonetheless, I carried my concealed protection on me wherever I went at all times and it made me feel a little bit better to know I had it just in case my punches and kicks weren't enough to save my butt in the end.
Just as I was about to return to my cell to do some mid-day reading as I got off the elevator, Pete stopped me and gruffly said, "Mal says he wants you to carry a walkie until he gets back. It's for your protection since you refuse to stay in sight for the rest of us to keep an eye on you."
I didn't say anything as he went on to say, "You'll find it in his locker."
He wasn't even finished talking before he started to walk off as I stood there and thought to myself I had been looking around in Mal's room for an extra bat just to be on the safe side, and I did remember seeing a few such items in his locker, so maybe this would be a good thing to have too.
So as I make it halfway to his room I then realize that I don't know Mal's locker combination and he was carrying his keys on him when we both left juvie that night to go have dinner at that fancy restaurant, so I had no way of getting into Mal's locker except...
I groan out loud. I have to go call up the hospital and ask Mal myself what it is. I sighed in defeat as I ride the elevator again and head to the office, but very cautiously so that I don't run into any weirdos or some unnamed person that likes to stalk me aside from Mal. As I knocked on the door and entered, I explained to Mrs. Woods that I needed Mal's combination number to retrieve something out of his locker, but she said she couldn't give me it because it was considered a violation of personal privacy. So yeah that idea when out the window, I then asked her if I could make an important phone call and she said it was fine, so I did. She stepped out of the room as I picked up the phone and dialed the number. I had the hospital number written down in case of an emergency, I would have used my phone, but it was dead and on the charger at the moment in my cell so yeah...
I rang the hospital and they put me threw to Mal's room and I didn't have to wait long before he picked up, but I didn't give him a chance to answer because I knew how he is.
I sighed out loud and tried not to let it stress me as I asked in an annoyed tone of voice, "What is your combination number?...and no games Mal because I'm not in the mood."
"Oh...feeling testy today, are we?...I like that, but you know I can think of some things to get you in the mood!" He said smugly.
I had a facepalm moment as I take a deep breath and irritably reply, "I swear I will hang up this phone if you don't answer my question!...I don't have all day!...No what is it?!"
There was a pause as I hear Mal chuckle quietly in the background as he then mockingly answers, "Hmm...Let me think...I don't remember. Tell me what color your panties are today and I might start remembering..."
I could feel my blood boiling at this point as I see Mrs. Woods returning to the office and taking her seat once more as she continues back to sorting out paperwork as I try to keep my cool, but I fail at it as I reply in a hissed voice, "Damn it!...Don't start, just tell me the stupid number already!"
I could hear Mal laughing on the other end of the phone now at my angry reply as he says smugly, "What will you do for me if I tell you?...What's in it for me?"
I sigh out loud as my shoulders sag and I roll my eyes and say in a defeated tone of voice, "What do you want?"
He pauses as though he was lost in thought and then without hesitation, he smoothly replies, "A lap dance would be acceptable when I return."
That was it. I lost my cool as I took the phone and ripped it from my ear and started banging it repeatedly down on the counter and I hope he enjoyed that because it sure made me feel better as I put it back up to my ear and growled angrily at him, "You fucking asshole! Just forget it!"
In the background, I could hear Mal rolling from laughter as I slammed the phone down on the receiver and then looked up to see Mrs. Woods looking at me with a very concerned and strange look on her face.
I swallowed and then sheepishly replied, "...um...It was a telemarketer!?..."
She just looks at me and shakes her head and snorts as she tries to hide a smile as I waved and meekly made my way out the door and decided to just let it go, but I was still irritated with Mal's lecherous comments. He never gives it a rest and it really ticks me off too. I just don't get how I can even get a simple answer out of him without having to result to losing my temper.
I decided to just not linger on it and have lunch with Splotch again like yesterday and I did. It was nice having someone to talk to that wasn't a total creep like Mal or Steve which reminded me, I hadn't seen Duncan for awhile...so maybe I'll see him in class I thought as I finished up my lunch and headed back as I told Splotch to have a good day and that I'd see him around.
I headed down the halls after getting off the elevator and stayed on alert as I watched out for any signs of stalkers and the such, but so far luck was with me as I headed to class with no problems. The history class was anything but boring with Chef in there trying to explain how bombs, guns, and other war-like weapons worked and how he use to be the top dog in his day. He made several youths come up to the front to load and unload rifles as fast as they could or he'd make them run laps around the building while being chased by the dogs if they didn't do it fast enough before the timer went off. A few didn't make it, so he made them run and Chris approve of it of course.
As class ended I noticed two older guys picking on Elliot after everyone had left, I wasn't going to say anything, but I did feel bad for the shrimp and I always hated seeing the underdog get picked on, so I went over to help.
"Hey nerd guess what time it is?" The taller guy said as he grabbed Elliot by his shirt and pulled him up to his face.
"S...Stop...I don't have any money!" He stammered as he tried to escape the taller guy's clutches.
The other guy just stood there and laughed as he leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched in amusement.
I stopped in my tracks as I looked around for something to use aside my taser and spied a very heavy thick book which I took and walked up behind the guy that was punking Elliot and without a word of warning I book slapped the smack out of him as he quickly let go of Elliot who fell back down. He looked up and saw me and worded a thank you and I winked at him as the guy that was bullying him turned to me and made a grab for me, but I moved out of the way in time as he ran into a desk as he tripped and swore as his buddy stood there and laughed. I took it as mine and Elliot's cue to leave and we did.
"Thanks. No one's ever done anything nice for me like that before." He said nervously as he gave me small half smile as he hugged his books like they were a lifeboat.
"No problem," I said without hesitation as I smiled back at him as we both headed down the hallway.
Suddenly he stiffened up when he looked fearfully behind me and then stammered, "I gotta go."
Without another word, Elliot ran in the opposite direction as I turn to see those two guys that were bullying him come my way and stopped dead in front of me, the one that picked on him growled at me and said, "You cost us our dough toots...and we ain't happy about it!"
The other one stood on the other side of him to prevent me from going anywhere as I glared back at them both and said, "That's not my problem, so get lost or else!"
"Or else what?" Elliot's bully said.
"Or else I'm going put my foot in your ass! Now back off!" I stated with a deathly glare, but before I could reach for my form of protection, the quiet one grabbed my arms from behind to prevent me from doing anything as his friend approached me with a creepy grin on his face.
"Someone as cute as you are shouldn't be starting a fight, don't you agree?" He asked as he grabbed my chin and made me look him in the eye.
I narrowed my eyes and then did what little I could do and that was kick that creep where the sun don't shine, as soon as I did his eyes grew wide as he doubled over and gasps out loud, but quickly recovered as I saw a look of anger flash across his face. He reached his hand back to hit me and since I couldn't get free regardless of how hard I struggled in the other guy's grasps I closed my eyes and prayed for a miracle which must have happened because his hand never touch my face.
I heard him swear as I hear him say to someone else, "Hey...piss off fatass! This is my game!"
Then I opened my eyes as I hear a familiar voice calmly say, "You sure you wanna hit Mal's girl. It'll be your funeral if he finds out."
It was Big Ed and as soon as those words left his mouth the other guy immediately released me and the other one paled at Big Ed's words as they both began to back away slowly and turned into a run and they didn't stop as they went around the corner.
I blinked several times. I didn't really care much for Pete because he always acted like he had a stick up his ass, but Big Ed never really bothered me that much to be honest.
"Thanks, that was actually rather nice of you," I said quietly as he walked me to my last class.
He didn't say anything at least not at first, but then finally after a moment said, "You're welcome, and Mal would have killed me if I didn't."
Just as I was about to go into the classroom, he grabbed my shoulder lightly and plainly said, "Here."
He pulled out a walkie and handed it to me as I look up at him in surprise and said, "Wow...thanks again, but you didn't have to."
"Believe me, I do. Just keep it on you and use it next time you get in trouble." He said as he let go of my shoulder and I nodded again as I head to class.
I was beginning to think that maybe he wasn't half as bad as I had originally thought. Who knows I just might make another new friend before this day was over. Thankfully enough the rest of the day went without incident and I kept the walkie on me at all time as well, but I still needed to find something like a bat or maybe a pipe small enough for my size to keep handy I thought to myself. I figured I'd just have to keep looking, but since today ended with no real problems I'll look later. With that in mind, I crashed into bed and called it a day as the lights went out and the cell doors automatically locked.
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