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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:
The moment we arrived back inside the facility, I had tried to get Mal to go see the nurse about his hand, but he said that she wasn't in today. I wasn't buying it because I knew for a fact that she has never missed a day up in this place, so I gave him the stink eye as I dragged him by his other hand to the infirmary myself, but only to find that for once Mal was telling the truth. I was surprised as we all stood outside of the infirmary door with its lights and no one inside.
I stood there in front of her door with an "out for the day" sign on it feeling pretty stupid about now as Mal smirked and smugly commented, "Believe me now do you?"
"Only because I had to confirm it myself since all you do it lie about everything!" I threw back at him as I put my hands on my hips and gave him a stern look of disapproval.
"I don't lie about everything!" He retorted giving me an annoyed look.
"Yes, you do! Don't even try to deny it because I'm not falling for it anymore." I said heatedly as I continued to give him the look.
"Fine then. Whatever makes you happy. Believe what you will, but I don't always lie. I just don't always tell you everything." He smugly said with that ridiculous smirk still on his face.
"And you wonder why I won't say yes to you." I confidently remarked as I spun on my heel and left him standing there with an annoyed look as his one visible eye starting twitching.
Mike and the gang kept giving us nervous and/or unsettling looks as they followed me and Mal back to the mess hall to wrap things up for the day because for one we had left Cinnamon's sweets and other things behind as I made my failed attempt of running away from juvie and Mal again, and two there really was nowhere else to hang out with everyone aside from that.
Duncan's Pov:
I'm not going to lie...this has been the weirdest day I've experienced yet. I could see Roxanne falling for someone or even dating someone, but Mal. Ha...no. Fat chance. There was no way in hell could I ever see a guy as disturbed in the head as Mal falling for someone...let again Roxanne, so the behavior those two were demonstrating was pretty out there. Judging from the looks on Mike, Zoey, and my girl's face, they were pretty much at a loss by it too. I was starting to think that maybe I had finally crossed over to the twilight zone or something close to it. The way they were interacting was vaguely familiar too. It was nagging at me in the back of my head...I could almost put my finger on it...after a few minutes of watching them bicker and verbally fight with one another...it hit me. This was almost exactly like watching a mirrored-version of Courtney and me duking it out in a parallel universe when we were seeing each other back in the day. It was a love-hate relationship and it didn't last for very long, and observing the way these two fight...a relationship was out of question let alone a marriage. I don't know what Roxanne's grandfather was thinking, but he clearly hasn't seen these two really react with one another or else he wouldn't have to push it with a stamp of approval.
We were still standing outside of the infirmary as I made a comment that wasn't directed at anyone in particular as I said, "Dude...is it just me or does this kinda remind you guys of when me and Courtney use to date?"
Bailey looked like she had spaced out as she was engrossed with watching Mal and Roxanne exchange snipe remarks with one another and then looked at me with this expression like it all made sense now as she said, "You're right...it does. It's so weird though. What gets me is the stuff she's pulled with him that we just got through witnessing in the last couple of hours would have landed Zoey and me both in a lot of trouble with him. We'd be dead if we even thought about doing half of what she's done. He either really likes her as Zoey said before or he's learnt to control his temper. Though I don't really see neither one of them as realistically possible when it comes down to it."
"Yeah...what throws me off is that I just talked to Roxanne about Mal the other day, and from what she says she can't stand him and just earlier they were dancing all over the place like they were in deep. What the hell is going on here?" I said with confusion as I felt like scratching my brain for answers.
Mike and Zoey shrugged their shoulders with the same looks of confusion as me and Bailey.
Mike spoke up and added, "I've known Mal for the longest because we use to share the same head, but this...this is a new thing altogether. I've never seen him stalk someone this hard since...well Bailey and even then it wasn't as bad as this. I should have known he was up to something when he called me almost two weeks ago about a problem he was having."
"Mal called you about a problem?" Bailey said surprised with one eye raised as she regarded Mike and his last comment as did Zoey and me.
Mike nervously scratched his head and laughed in the same tone as he explained, "...um...yeah, he said something along the lines about having issues with having a body of his own and wanting to pull the plug on his emotions because they were getting in his way and making him soft...that and from the sound of it before he hung up on me, it sounded like back then he was developing feelings for Roxanne. When I pointed it out that...that might be the case, he got really pissed about it and hung up on me, but not without making his signature threats first though."
After Mike said that we all just stood there kind of speechless for a moment, but then Zoey said, "When did that happen?"
"If I had to guess...a few days after we visited him on his birthday. But back then, he didn't seem that kind of interested in her...at least not like this," Mike said as he indicated with his head in Roxanne and Mal's direction as they bickered on as Mike added, "If anything it looks suspiciously like what he tried to do to with both Bailey and Zoey, but from the looks of it...he hadn't started yet though he was probably scheming it."
"Knowing Mal, he already had a plan in mind and was taking his time laying out the foundation to put it into action," I added grimly.
The rest agreed with me on that.
Zoey then spoke with a scrutinized look on face as she watched the strange pair and said, "I wonder what drew him took towards her in the first place aside from the fact that at the time she was the one girl here. I don't think he would have targeted her without a real motive or reasoning."
"Well...she did make quite the expression on her first day here by taking out Steve, Mal's real only rival and then Chris bunking her up with him shortly after because of that little stunt. That in itself would be more than enough to get his attention." I said idly as I remembered all too well how that day went.
"Yes, it would. She seems to have a knack for grabbing others attention without even trying." Bailey said lost in thought as though she remembered seeing Roxanne doing something along the lines of just that, then added, "The first time I saw her in the mess hall my first day..she was receiving all kinds of lewd stares from creeps, but none of them came anywhere near her which was mostly due to Mal's goons."
"That's nothing new here...trust me. Just make sure you stay under the radar as long as you can because even as tough as I am there is no way I could take on a circus freak like Steve and his sideshow of clowns." I remarked with all seriousness with not a hint of jokes in my tone.
"I promise you that I have no intentions of letting my disguise down anytime soon. Not in a place like this." Bailey said uneasily as we all watch a couple creeps walk past us by paused long enough to check out Roxanne, but as soon as they saw Mal they sped up their steps and left.
Suddenly they both stopped arguing and Roxanne left Mal standing there and left. She smiled at us too and waved for us to follow, so we did.
"Sorry that you guys had to watch that," Roxanne mumbled with a look of embarrassment still fresh on her features as she explained that we might as well just head back to the mess hall for the time being.
Everyone agreed that it would probably be the best idea for now, and not far behind her was a sour-looking Mal eyeballing everyone suspiciously like she told us some hidden secret that he wasn't in on. I shook my head and thought to myself that he sure was a moody one. Mike was right though, he never stalked Bailey as hard as he does Roxanne as he has in the last few weeks she's been here. The guy needs professional help...this wasn't normal not even for him.
As we were heading back I noticed Zoey whispering something Roxanne and then she got red in the face and vigorously shook her head no rather quickly in response and then walked away faster like she was trying to escape or avoid something.
We all caught up with Zoey asked her what she said that got Roxanne so worked up that even Mal that was several steps behind us, cocked a brow at her sudden burst of strides, and she blinked with an overwhelmed look on her face as she confessed, "I just ask if something was going on between her and Mal, and if maybe she interested in him and then she just blurted on a "no" faster than usual and then sped up. I don't know what that was all about, but she seemed embarrassed by it. I wonder why."
Mal suddenly appeared beside Mike and Zoey and chuckled as he mockingly said, "Of course she's interested in me. I got the magic touch, remember?...What I can't get is that she may not have someone to run to save her from my sensations like you two jezebels did, but she's able to fight them off better than I had hoped. Maybe not as good as she would like, though still enough to break away from me," He said as his tone turned to bitter annoyance and then back to his over the top evil smug attitude as he concluded, "But she can't fight me forever. She'll give in to me eventually."
Mal's smirk on grew wider by the second and just as creepy as though he was scheming something even now as we all kept our distance from him. Zoey and Bailey shivered at Mal's input as I watched Zoey grab a hold of Mike and held on his arm with a death grip doing her best not to make eye contact with Mal while my girl stayed as further away from him as possible as well.
I heard Zoey softly mumble out loud to Mike, "I hope she doesn't."
It was the same thought that went through all of our heads as we watched Mal also pick up his pace to catch up with Roxanne as we all followed closely behind with the mess hall coming into view. Out of nowhere, Mal's creeps were right on us as they tailed us closely but kept their distance and to themselves.
Mal's Pov:
I may not have her heart in the palm of my hand, but that didn't matter because by the end of today I was more than determined to get my 'yes' from her no matter what I had to do to get it even if I had to result to the unthinkable. After making my hair-raising impression on the other twits, I sped up my steps until mine were in sync with my slave girl's who still refused to look at me which was starting to annoy me. How dare she defy me so openly! When will she realize that she can't escape me...that I alone hold her personal safety in my interest. I may have gone through with the motions when I said I protect her and all that other heroic-garbage in front of that old goat, but I was serious about it when I said I'd keep her safe and look after her. After all, she was my pretty little doll, and if I wanted to keep her that way I might have to smother her some to keep the other boys from playing with her. I don't share.
"Don't stray from me anymore today hellcat." I said as grabbed her by her waist to keep close to me as she glared up at me while I added, "My patience is very thin right now if you want me to stay in a generous mood, you better stay close to me."
She narrowed her eyes looking up at me while attempting to remove my arm as she hissed at me, "And why should I do that?"
"Weren't you listening or do I need to discipline you to get my point across?" I growled at her as I stopped in my tracks and grabbed her by the wrist pulling her into my direction as I leaned in to make my point very clear.
I saw for only a split second a hint of fear cross her features that then turned back into anger as she retorted with defiance ringing in her lowered voice, "Don't you dare threaten me. I'm not afraid of you, Mal. All you are is a tyrant and all you want from me is for me to bow before you, but I won't. You can never expect to get that from me because I'll never give it to you. Never!"
I could feel my temper rising again. How is it that I could get Bailey and even Zoey to do as I wanted in the end, but not this one? How? She must have some weak spot somewhere...
I smirked as our eyes locked and I saw true fear this time of which I was finally able to draw from her. Of course...I still had dollface's little disguise riding on her decision she still hasn't made, and not just that...I could threaten to do other things to her that my little hellcat wouldn't like...hehe...Oh...this was going to be good...or should I say bad...
"Never is a long time Roxanne, or you sure you want to make that decision? I do like your spirit, but you can't expect to resist me forever now do you?" I humored her as I took her arm in mine which she gave me a scowling look as I led her and the other fools back to their little party or whatever was left of it in the mess hall.
She made a face at me and pursed her lips in a dissatisfied fashion. Lips that I wanted for only for myself alone, and I'd kill if another whoever they might be tried to put theirs on hers. They were mine. I blinked several times. When did I start thinking that way? Wait a second I always thought that way...after all, she was just another slave girl like my last ones, but if that's the case then why do I feel obligated to defend myself for thinking that way?...That's right because I realized I do have feelings for her. Feelings I can't express towards her even though it's driving me crazy just being this close, but yet she's still a million miles from my grasps. She won't accept me, but as I said before...that will change soon enough.
She pulled her arm from me with obvious dislike as she took a seat at one of the tables whereas I watched the others follow suit. I soon backed away because I needed to have a talk with my boys concerning whatever happenings that went on in my absence since I was away, and to get one of them to bring me a first aid kit, so I could toss this soiled shirt. As soon as I caught Big Ed's eye I informed him of my orders and then carried in with the rest of my demands with Pete. Razor by now was gone, but that was fine I didn't have any need of his uselessness at the moment.
Roxanne's Pov:
With Mal finally out of my hair for hopefully longer than five minutes, I sat and enjoyed what little bit of peace I could receive with Bailey and the rest of the gang as we dined on Cinnamon's sweets and other things she had left us. Everyone started to lighten up some now that a certain jerk was gone and we could talk and enjoy each other's company a little easier without him hovering over us. Mike was kind of a dork, but he was sweet I could see now why Zoey liked him so much...he was a good guy. His jokes were kind of cheesy like my dad's, but he was alright in my book, and Zoey seemed like a sweetheart. I kind of gathered that when I met them a second time around and talked to them both a little more in the hospital during Mal's surgery, though at the time I couldn't really focus too much because out of stress and worry over not just Mal, but what my grandfather was going to do when he found out what happened and plus I had been pretty bushed. I got to know a little bit more about Bailey too, but Mal was left out of the conversation and anything related to him to keep up the light mood and to be honest, I was grateful considering how painful it was alone being stuck having to listen to him carry on about evil plots and what not. If it wasn't for that and his perverse ways, I might actually get along with him. I did kind of have a good time with him before he got shot and that perverted stunt he pulled in the park, he was different, but not as awful as I thought...well...just minus all that other stuff I thought uneasily.
Just when things were starting to get better and everyone was having a good time, Mal returned and by that time we were all sitting at some long-stretched out benches at the side of the room (I'm guessing they ran out of regular tables and chairs and just used what they had at this point to make up for what they lacked). Not sure why, but since the benches were so huge...everyone decided to sit on top of the table instead of the long plank seats and eat. Mal strolled over with a couple of his creeps (including Big Ed because I don't consider him one) and took the only empty spot...which unfortunately was by me and really didn't say much. It just made things very awkward at that point. I did, however, notice that he took care of his hand and wrapped it properly with bandages from the looks of it. I just give I he didn't bring the first aid kit over for me to take care of because like earlier wasn't unnerving enough with the looks I was receiving from everyone whereas Mal was completely unbothered by it unlike me. My cheeks flushed at the memory. I had taken my shoe off earlier to ease up the pain in my ankle and Big Ed walked over and produced an ice pack and handed it over to me. I blinked for a minute and then thanked him, but I got the feeling it was probably Mal's doing as he looked annoyed that I didn't say anything to him instead. I peeled back my sock so I wouldn't get it soaked and placed the ice pack to my tender spot on my foot as I place my foot towards the end of the table where my foot hung off and held the ice on it for the time being. Without warning, Mal put his arm around me again and I tried my hardest not to blush which I wasn't sure why I would in the first place considering how much of a creep he is.
What was his deal? According to Bailey, he doesn't normally do this sort of thing, so why was he doing it and why with me? From the looks of everyone was giving us earlier, I got the feeling that they all know something else aside from what Mal's plans for the money were, but I couldn't figure what it could be.
Did Mal threaten them into not telling me something again like he did earlier with the money? Why did it feel like everyone was hiding things from me?
I groaned inwardly as I tried not to let him ruin the rest of the day and offered him some cake which he raised an eyebrow at me, but accepted nonetheless with little to nothing to say like he was lost in his own thoughts. Duncan just looked at me like what the hell man, and I just shrugged it off and had another piece of cake I had not tried yet and the same kind I had just given Mal. Though Mal had not touched his yet as he sat there and from the looks of it, it was like he was watching something or someone from the opposite side of the room. I didn't read too much into it as I tried to ignore Mal's arm around my waist and listen to the others as though Mal never even showed up as I took a bite of cake. Within seconds, I nearly choked and then looked down with horror and groaned to myself as everyone else that tried it gave me also similar looks and then Mal because he finally took a bite as well, but his reaction wasn't as nearly surprised as the others.
He smirked at me with that stupid cocky grin of his and cooly said, "I didn't know your friends could get away with smuggling this kind of sweets in here. You come from an interesting bunch, Red. Tell me, what's this creation called?"
My face turned bright red because I knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was not one of Cinnamon's cakes, it was Pistol's and I was gonna kill her next time I see her. There was no way in hell was I gonna tell Mal the name of this cake if it killed me! I'd just be signing over what was left of my sanity if I did.
Before I could say anything, Duncan gave me an odd look and laughed as he asked in lower tone of voice, "If I didn't know any better I'd say that Cinnamon trying to get us all buzzed, or was she trying to hook you two up or something?...'Cause there is definitely liquor in this cake man!"
With my free hand, I ran my hand over my face and groaned again as I thought...Duncan, you are not helping the situation at all.
Mal took another bite and the look he gave me never left his face as he patiently awaited my answer and he wasn't looking away anytime soon until he got his answer. I left my gaze fall back down to my plate as I did answer Duncan's question. Well sort of.
"Duncan...Cinnamon didn't make this cake," I mumbled as I felt my cheeks heat up and my heart rate jump as I added, "It's one of Pistol's and if I had to guess this is one of her little jokes since she knows she won't see me for a good while and she knows that my birthday is next month. So yeah..."
"Oh..okay, but what does that have to do with anything?" Duncan asked with a confused look on his face.
From the look on Mal's face, it was like gears were turning and I wasn't too sure I liked that very much, as a matter of fact...I wasn't liking it at all. The only time he makes that face is when he's up to no good, and then the whistling won't be long. I cringed inwardly with dread.
"Yes, please tell us, I'm dying to know myself. What's this delicious dessert of Pistol's called, Hellcat? Maybe I'll have it made as our wedding cake...what do you think?...hmm..." Mal said with interest as I felt him squeezed my side which caused me to feel butterflies for no reason whatsoever said no at all as I couldn't believe I was gonna have to spell it out for Duncan now at this point.
If my face wasn't red before, it officially was now. My shoulders sagged as I looked down at my plate again and sighed as I figured it was best to just get it over with and say it even though I knew Mal would never give me any peace after this.
I mumbled out the name of it and everyone was like what?...
"Come again?...We didn't catch that toots." Mal said with a devious grin as he licked his fork clean and waited for my reply again with that stupid smirk of his.
I groaned and said it louder for everyone to hear as I kept my face down, "It's called sex on my birthday."
Nearly everyone choked, and oddly enough Mike's face was the reddest out of the bunch aside from mine.
Mal blinked at me as though he knew something was up regarding this, but clearly wasn't expecting that as he quickly sobered up and smirked that lecherous grin of his that made me feel both scared and excited at the same time (why excited I'll never know, but nonetheless it did things to me I rather not mention).
"Are you asking me for sex on your birthday?" He asked in an innocent mock tone voice as he carelessly took hold my chin a lot more gently than usual as he regarded me more closely now and clearly enjoying himself at my disposal.
I felt my heart get too excited over this as I nearly shouted no at him and practically slapped his hand away from my face while everyone else just looked like all their souls had deported and I was pretty sure mine was on its way and not far behind from theirs.
Mal busted out laughing at my reaction to his comment and I still turned even more red if that was even possible, I couldn't look anyone in the eye anymore because of the embarrassment from it. Mal took way too much pleasure in this kind of thing as he started to make hints and jokes at and about his plans for our wedding night which only made things worse. For even Mike was so embarrassed himself that even he couldn't think of a thing to say and everyone else looked like they were ready to fly the chicken coop at the rate this was going. Then Mal started hinting at some of the things we wanted to try too, and that was when I had to put a stop it.
"...and for our first night alone...I'd liked to get some whipped cream and some handcuffs-" He said lost in thought as he plunged not only into detail again, but also into another slice of Pistol's naughty cake.
By then I choose that moment to act as I cut him off by stuffing a piece of Pistol's cake in his mouth to shut him up. He sat there for a minute looking completely taking back, but then suddenly smirked at me as he slowly chewed on the cake not taking his leering gaze from mine that was very mixed between embarrassment, angry, and something else that I wasn't sure what. Just as he was he finished his last bite, I thought he was going to say something to me out of annoyance for interrupting him instead he goes for another bite of cake, but rather he brings the piece of cake up to my lips and smirks. I knew what he was playing at, and I sure as hell didn't want to play this ridiculous game with him again. Once was enough for me and I was still trying my hardest to forget those memories of that night and all the horrors that followed it.
Several seconds went by as I felt everyone's eyes on us as I frowned at Mal tried to push his hand away as I said with determination, "Don't even think about it!"
"Why not, I think I've earned it what about you? What do you think?" He cockily says as he grabs my chin like earlier, but now pulling it towards his face as I felt mine heating up and I'm not sure why anymore at this point.
I was at a loss for words as I started stammering and babbling like an idiot when I tried to respond to his questions. Oh my gosh...he's referring to that comment I made earlier tonight, isn't he? But how could he possibly know about that? I said before he even walked into the room.
Mal with the fork still in hand narrowed his eyes at me further amusement at my futile attempt to defend myself, but the devious smirk left his face as he leaned in close with his face just inches from mine he mockingly says "And what was that princess...something about making me work for it huh?...I bet you thought I didn't hear about that either, did you?"
"B-But how'd you even know about that?!" I stammered pushing his face away from mine as I nearly dropped my ice pack in the process.
"You're forgetting my feisty little hellcat that I have not only eyes but ears as well." He countered as he put his fork back down in his plate and used his head to indicate some of the other creeps of his standing close by as he added, "And everything you say or do is reported back to me. I know what you do around here. You can run, but you can't hide from me, Roxanne. I'll find out about it sooner or later."
"Yeah because that's not creepy." Bailey blurted out loud which caused both me and Mal to turn into her direction as I noticed everyone was still here.
Duncan then added while taking a swig of a pop, "No joke there. Have you ever thought of not stalking people for a chance and just finding another hobby like collecting spoons or something?"
I had almost forgotten about everyone being here because Mal was taking up most of my free time with my friends while sapping all my energy up I was using to resist him and his lecherous charm to beguile me into his clutches. It was because of that...that I was starting to dislike him with great intensity for it.
Mal chuckled at them as his eyes gleamed with slight interest as he began to say something, but was cut off as I let out a panicked shriek. My first instinct was for me to grab Mal's shoulder out of fear as I had suddenly felt someone caressing my leg, the one I had propped over the edge of the table with the ice pack I had in hand resting on my ankle to help it from swelling up too badly. I felt them running their fingers across barely brushing it. I looked over and the pit of my stomach took a huge major dive. I thought for sure I was going to be sick and puke up the cake I just ate as I saw Steve standing there beside me and leering down at me.
He leered down at me with this disgusting look of lust in his eyes as he arrogantly remarked, "So this is what those pretty legs of yours feel like...nice."
"Don't touch me you creep! Get away from me!" I panicked as I threw my icepack at him as hard as I could.
Mal immediately jerked his head in my direction at the sound of my cry of distress and Steve's lewd remark as he went from smirking evilly at the others to that scary face he makes when he's about to kill someone as he threw back his balled up fist and punched Steve square in the face which caused him to stagger back a little bit. Mal then jumped up to his feet without letting Steve recover from his hit and confronted him dead on. He grabbed him by the hair on his head and then slammed his face onto the table where we were sitting at a few times which made a horrible sickening sound and earned them both a small squeal of panic from Zoey and a gasp of horror from Bailey as everyone froze up on the spot at his sudden act of violence. By then after witnessing that and the fact that I could still feel where that creep's hand touch my leg, it gave me chills and not the good kind either.
Everyone was getting up and quickly exiting to another table or location which one I wasn't sure at the moment as soon as I made my attempt to get my feet as well to join them, Mal's eyes locked onto me with that same scary look he gives and growled at me, "Sit. We're not done here. As a matter of fact, we're far from it."
I tried swallowing nervously but found I couldn't because my throat had dried up as I felt myself shutting down with sheer panic and fear building up inside me. I think Mal has finally lost it, I thought as I gasp out loud and watch in horror as Mal pulls out his knife and brings it up to Steve's throat.
Bailey's Pov:
Right after Mal made his comment for Roxanne to stay seated while the rest of us had quickly moved out the way of danger, I could see Roxanne freezing up on the spot with fear. So she really was human just like Zoey and me. I was beginning to think she wasn't afraid of anything, but that was definitely not the case when I saw her and Mal earlier when we came back in during her grand escape from Mal that well...sort of flopped. I can't tell if she's more afraid of him now or then when he punched the glass window into that shop. I was pretty sure his main goal at the time was to scare her more than hurt her. He was looking for a way to gain control over her and clearly, threats weren't enough, but now here we are again with him fighting that creep, Steve from earlier. That freak just doesn't give up. I'm scared to think what will happen if and when my disguise it lifted. Would I be his next target?
I stopped going over those thoughts in my head when I saw Mal pull out what looked like a pocket knife and raised it to that creep's neck as he started making insane threats. Oh shit!...I think he's gotten worse since the last time we've seen him!
I look over at everyone else's face as they paled and not just ours, but the majority of everyone else in the mess hall had stopped what they were doing and started gathering around to watch Mal lose it on this creep. Zoey looked so pale I thought she was going to faint as she kept a death grip on Mike's hand and as for me...I stayed close to Duncan but made myself as inconspicuous as possible as I kept the hoodie down over my face. No need to be found out this fast and with so many creeps and others standing so close by that it wasn't helping the situation much either.
I got Duncan's attention and asked him with an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach in a low voice, "Mal has killed anyone in here yet, has he?"
"As far as I know he hasn't, but if he has. You can bet he's found a way of covering it up without getting caught. I can guarantee it." He said uneasily never taking his or my eyes off the scene in front of us.
At some point, Mike tried to yell at Mal to stop over the crowds that were surrounding us and pushing their way closer to the scene, but Mal either couldn't hear him over the shouts for the fight or heard and choose to ignore him at that given time.
Mal's Pov:
That son of a bitch has finally run out of luck this time, I warned him about messing around with what is considered mine and this was it. I could feel his heart racing with my hand and blade at his throat ready to nick him if the idea pleased me and trust me it did. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see every peon in here gathering around to watch in awe as their unmerciful juvie king took out another useless cretin that wasn't even remotely worth the time of day for me to even be bothered with. I didn't have to look up to know that it was Roxanne breathing heavily. I could recognize her voice and the sounds she makes even with my eyes closed and it never dawned on me about that until now. I knew her better than I bet she thinks she knows herself. She gives herself away with certain gestures she makes or even the from the tone of her voice. Regardless I didn't have the time to ponder that because I was about to kill me a peon for touching my girl and for being able to sneak up on me like that without myself even being aware of it. Somewhere in the background, I could hear that fool Mike shouting at me to put my blade down, but I ignored him. Steve then grabbed one of my wrists and tried to pull the blade from his throat, but I wasn't budging. Not even an inch.
"Get off me you little freak!" Steve growled at me which sounded like it came from somewhere deep down in his throat.
I saw him looking at Roxanne just briefly before he then snaked his hand towards her. She started scooting away, the best she could with a look of panic on her face as I lost no time in releasing my hand from Steve's head as I snatched up that wandering hand of his and twisted it behind his back. He immediately stiffens up at the pain I'm sure he feeling about now as I dug the blade into his neck and drew some bleed as I hissed in his ear what I'd do to him if he touched her again.
"M-Mal! Stop! If you kill him, you'll go to jail!" Roxanne shouted at me over the loud voices as she pleaded with me.
"What'd I tell you about getting in the middle of my fights?!" I barked at her with annoyance.
She shrunk back in fear, but mostly because of the intensity and the volume of my voice than in fear of me.
"Please...I'm scared! Don't do this...can't you just-," She begged me again, and I could see the pleading in her eyes as she wanted me so badly to end this.
"No," I spat out loud as I twisted his arm even further into his back and added, "I will not stop until he grovels at mine and your feet and begs for his pathetic excuse of life...and I want him to apologize for his unseemly behavior to you...my bride."
She cupped both of her hands over her mouth as I could tell she was terrified of what she was witnessing before her and then covered her eyes, but I wasn't having it.
"Don't look away just yet! I want you to see the peon I'm about to make suffer for his insolence and his petty attempts at trying to steal what is mine!" I snarled out loud as I took hold of his head again and bashed it into the table once more only a hands' width away from her which cause her to jump back out of fright and whimper at my resolve to make my power known to all.
I dug the blade a little deeper, but made sure not to cut anything that could lead me into killing him as I viciously hissed at him, "Say it! Apologize to my girl now!"
After several more minutes of wrestling with the fool and Roxanne begging me earnestly to stop, he finally gave in to my control and apologized. Maybe not wholeheartedly, but enough for my satisfaction as I shoved his unworthy carcass away and reclaimed my seat next to my slave girl. When all the other peons saw that the show was over they all disbanded and slowly, but surely Mike and the other chicken returned. Mike giving me a startled, but angry look along with pale-face Zoey who was followed by dollface who was also just as disturbed by my actions and then her joke of a boyfriend, Duncan who looked uneasy, but was trying to hide it by playing it cool. I always see through those fronts, and they never fool me. I smirked at them stopped in front of us but kept a good foot or two of distance within in my reach as I snaked an arm around my doll. She jumped at first but was obviously too scared to push me off which caused me to chuckle at her nervousness.
I leaned in taken in her sweet scent as I whispered in her ear, "Now tell me what I want to hear why I'm still in a generous mood or am I going to have to make a certain friend of yours suffer for it?"
I could feel her stiffen as I watched her pale as she looked up at me with uncertainty and fear looming in her eyes, but before she could get a word out Mike started complaining about my quality control over Steve and what not.
"Mal, have you finally snapped?! You can't just attack people like that?! What were you thinking?!" Mike stated as he scowled me.
I laughed because Mike was always good for just that...laughs that is. Looked on at the faces of the other fools and smirked as I snapped my fingers and watched as Duncan who had been here the longest knew all too well what happens when I get my boys over here. He swallowed and paled as Pete and a few others pushed their way through others to get to me.
They stopped and stood behind Mike and his little friends as I smirked evilly and entwined my fingers together as I then let my gaze fall on my next victim.
I looked to Pete and tilted my head to the side with an amused look as I grabbed Roxanne because I didn't need her foiling my plans again as I pulled her into my lap which startled her and the rest of them and suddenly said without warning, "Seize her!"
Pete didn't need to be told twice, he immediately snatched up dollface by the shoulders and brought her closer yet to me, I had him stop just so I could get a good look at her now as I saw fear and sweat appear on her face. Duncan and the others tried to interfere, but my boys stood in their way and didn't let them pass through, but left enough room for them to watch. Duncan made a face as he tried to push pass to get through, but one of my boys knocked him down and pinned him there to keep him from hurting himself. Aren't I the generous one? The only reason that Pete knew about her was that I told him about my little discovery of her earlier and so he then knew what I wanted to be done.
I smiled wickedly as I grabbed a hold of my former slave girl's face and smugly said, "Thought I forgot about you didn't you dollface? Don't worry you still hold a special place in my heart."
"What do you want you creep?" She said with as much courage as she could summon in my presence, and I was impressed at that and that she learned to look me into eye for this long without flinching.
"To gaze at your lovely face before, I make you beg on your knees again for my mercy and maybe even my touch." I said evenly as I caressed her cheek and added, "I'm still showing that to Roxanne, but she's not as willing to follow orders as you were. Maybe you could show her how it's done."
"Like hell, I will! I'm never submitting to the likes of you again!" She snarled and then glared at me as she started wringing around under Pete's hold, but to no avail, because let's face it a girl as tiny as dollface is versus a guy that is five times her size as Pete is...is not going to break loose any time soon.
I laughed lightly as I felt Roxanne dug her fingers into my shirt and I turn to see her looking at me with the same emotions flashing across dollface's eyes and now hers as well.
"Stop it Mal!" Roxanne begged as she pulled at my shirt, but I ignored her pleads for now because I had more pressing issues at hand.
After a momentary pause as I enjoyed the looming fear in my former slave girl's face as I could tell the wait to hear my plans for her was driving her mad from my long drawn out silence.
Grabbing her chin again and forcing her to look me in the eye, I smiled smugly as I confidently remarked, "You know another reason I knew it was you is because of Roxanne's little desperate act she pulled earlier on stage to seduce me so I wouldn't notice," I then averted my eyes to Roxanne as I concluded, "It didn't work the first time you tried it...so why did you think it would work the second time?"
"You tried to seduce Mal? Why would you even do that?" Dollface gasped as she exclaimed after she pulled herself from my hand and looked horrified at Roxanne for answers.
Roxanne pulled me up by my shirt collar and hissed at me, "For last time it wasn't seduction that time, it was a distraction so I could escape and obviously it didn't work, so let it go already, "She then turned her attention to dollface as she went on to say, "And besides...if I didn't he was going to break both my wrists that time if I didn't do anything save myself."
I chuckled as I took in that fond little memory and firmly said, "It would have been a lot easier for you if you had just simply gone with me without making things so difficult, that would have never come up."
"Like I would simply follow you like some puppet of yours. Get real." Roxanne retorted with an angry look in her eyes as she locked her gaze on with mine.
"As stubborn as ever, that's what I like about you, Hellcat, you keep me intrigued with your determination to defy me at whatever costs," I said with amusement as I grabbed Roxanne by her shoulders and forcing her to look me in the eye as I finish by saying, "But how far will you go to defy me? Will you risk dollface's likelihood for yours?"
She struggled the entire time I held her in my grasp, but then she stopped when my words hit the nail on the head and bit her bottom lip with a look of uncertainty and unease. Over my boys' shoulders, I could see Mike giving me dirty looks as Zoey clung to him for safety and Duncan finally getting back up after one of my boys let him up, but looking at me with anger and frustration at not being able to stop me.
After drinking in the scene all around me, I turn my attention back to Roxanne and again I ask her, "Will you now agree to yes when I ask you to be my bride?"
She angrily glared at me for a moment in what she knew was defeat and then spat at me another one of her rants.
"Why do you want to marry me anyways...you don't even love me! I'm not stupid Mal!" She hissed at me with what I could only see as disgust and hurt as she looked me in the eye as everyone gives me this look that says "tell her the truth", but I can't reveal my feelings for her...at least not yet until I have her.
"So what if I don't?" I countered as Mike and everyone else including...dollface as they roll their eyes at me. Shit!...Does this mean they all know about my confession?...Including dollface and Duncan...If they tell her, so help them when I get my hands on them...
Before I could finish my inward rant, Roxanne spat back at me with angry, "Because I don't want to marry someone that I don't love, why would you?"
I narrowed my eyes at her and growl back, "I don't need a reason to marry you, now stop being a thorn in my side and just say yes for your own good. If not for you, then maybe you should think of poor little Bailey. Her life here in juvie rides on it."
With that comment, I could tell it would take some time before she would give in as I watched her hang her head in frustration and desperation as she then pouted and continued to glare at me with her unwillingness to bend. I was beginning to lose my patience.
"I have an idea, let's speed this up," I said as I signal for Razor who just walked in to come my way.
"Bring me that peon Steve, so I can give him a slave girl of his own and end this endless defiance of my difficult little soon-be-bride." I slyly state as Razor smirks and does as I command while I see the look of horror spreading from Roxanne's facial features and dollface's as well.
Duncan gives me an, even more, nastier look than before and once again tries to break through to save his fallen princess, but my boys once more restrain him and now Mike as he tries to cut through the ranks as well. Both Zoey and Bailey gasp out loud at the same time as I reach down and once more yank back dollface's hoodie so her new master can come and claim her.
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