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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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Chapter List
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Mal's Pov:
The moment the light went out I knew we were screwed. I could feel Roxanne huddled up from behind me as she dug her fingers into the cloth of my shirt and her head pressed up against the back of my arm, she was shaking like a leaf. I wasn't sure if it was from fear or from the cold or from both, but I didn't have time to ponder more on that subject because of the certain situation we were in. You could say I more than just a little pissed right now especially after getting what I wanted for long and then having it interrupted by this peon no less. He was going to die tonight that I was going to see to.
That thing she was doing with my hair just now felt damn amazing, it was making me crazy and I wanted more of it. It almost bothers me to think that she can have that kind of effect on me enough to where it distracted all my senses and left me in a dazed, bliss-like coma to where I didn't even notice Steve's footsteps as he entered in here just now. I only heard half of what he rambling on about because of it. I was beginning to wonder if somehow the drugs I'm being forced to take have something to do with that or if I'm under some spell and I'm hooked on her now, but that's ridiculous she can't be capable of that, she barely even knew how to kiss when I first started all this. Unfortunately, I don't have the pleasure of the time to worry about that right now, not with the lights out and a chump that's gonna be dead if he doesn't get lost soon. He's already on my shit list, and getting in the way of my alone time with Red here was not the wisest of schemes for him to pull at this very hour.
Roxanne started panicking on me as she wrapped her arms around my waist pulling herself as close to me as she could, and to be honest I was glad it was dark because as nice as it felt to feel her small curves this close and pressed up against me which meant she trusted me enough to do that and oddly enough it made me feel things that were making me red in the face.
Damn it, what is she doing to me?! And why does it have to happen right here and now of all times?
She was breathing heavily out of fear because I could hear it and feel it in the way her fingers gripped and held my shirt tightly for dear life. I could tell she was nearing to freaking out, but it felt so nice even if this was the only time she ever touches me so willingly without me having to chase her to get this far. I could feel my heart pounding faster and it wasn't because I was about to have to knock out Steve again either. I don't know how I'm going to hide my true feelings around her for very long without getting caught when just standing here in itself like this felt amazing, but this was starting to get to me and I really need to get a hold of myself before Steve noticed. Thank God the lights were out and Steve can't see this or he'd grow suspicious if he's not already after everything that's happened, but no time for that, I got to find a light and settle this. I can play with Roxanne later.
As I was feeling around in my pockets for my lighter and listening for any sounds of Steve coming our way, Roxanne whimpered quietly with fear dripping from her voice, "Mal...I think he's coming. What'll we do?"
"Quiet," I hissed back at her as I fumbled with my pockets with one hand since I was using the other to hold the bat and then I added, "And stay behind me. Don't move. Not even an inch."
She whispered in a shaky voice, "Okay."
With a little struggle I got my lighter, but before I could light it I had to put it in between my teeth so I could pry her arms off of me which I did and then I turned around as I took my lighter back in my hand and handed her my bat for a minute as I used my other hand to shield the flame from going out as I started flicking it to get some light.
When it finally lit, I could see Roxanne looking at me fearfully and then came an all-knowing voice behind my head which the moment I heard it, I spun around to strike him but before I could he laughed and blew out the damn light and hit me. I dropped my lighter and swore, to make matters worse I lost sight of Roxanne when I made that move, but I figured she couldn't be far.
Roxanne's Pov:
As soon as the room lit up I saw Steve with his towering figure standing over Mal from behind, I froze up on the spot clinging to his bat for protection. Mal soon saw what I was staring at and swung out to hit Steve, but Steve just blew out the light. I soon heard what I assume was Mal's lighter hitting the concrete ground as I heard him swear in an annoyed voice shortly after for making that mistake, he sounded like he was several feet in front of me, but I didn't dare move from my spot. I could hear them both as they shuffled around in the dark, it was pitch black and there was no light coming from anywhere whatsoever and I didn't like this situation at all. I felt on edge and worried because if one of them grabbed me thinking it was the other, I could be in serious danger and could get really hurt from this. I needed to find a safe place to hide and take cover, but where and how?
At least I got a weapon. I gasped when I realized that I did have a weapon, actually more than one. I quickly and carefully felt around my pockets until I found it. I bit my lower lip as I made the insane decision to do this and to throw caution to the wind as I pulled out my taser and set it off. The room lit up with a small charge of voltage from my taser and both Mal and Steve's gaze landed on me. Mal looked surprised, but Steve looked intrigued. Unfortunately for me, Steve was closer to me than I had expected as he grinned like a Chester cat and lunged at me. Mal saw Steve coming and looked somewhere between panicked and enraged at the same time as he dove after him as I quickly tried to get out of his way and barely made it as I thrust my taser in his face and gave him the full effects of it. He didn't hit the floor like Razor did because he wasn't half as stupid as him, instead, he did get shocked enough to where he only jumped back to avoid getting overly-stimulated by it. I shrieked in a panic because he got too close to me as he reached out to grab me. Just as he did that, two things happened at the same time. One: he reached forward and knocked the taser out of my hand and two: Mal reached forward at that exact time and punched him in the side of his jaw causing Steve to fall into my direction as the light from my taser went out as it bounced off the floor.
Mal's Pov:
At first, I wasn't sure where that light had come from. I thought Roxanne had found my lighter, but as I looked closer it wasn't my lighter, she had a taser. That must have been the one Pete mentioned that she used on Razor earlier today, I smirked when I thought just how clever she was sometimes, but I didn't have time to think about that as I saw Pete hovering over her as she was shocking him with it briefly. I took that moment to make my move, but it was lousy one I now realized as I was in mid-swing to hit Steve as he knocked the weapon from her hand as I barely hit my mark. Within seconds that the light when out again, I thought I heard struggling and shuffling out feet followed by muttering of voices, and I hated it when I was right because it was then that the damn lights decided to come back on.
Standing in the middle of the meat cooler room stood Steve with Roxanne struggling against him as he held a blade to her neck and laughed as he saw the look of surprise on my face which instantly turned to rage. I could see the panic and fear visibly in Roxanne's small frame as she shook and tried to pry his hands off herself helplessly, but to no avail. He was physically stronger than her and only second to me when it came down to strength alone. I could see it in her eyes as they pleaded for me to help her, I bite back my anger at seeing this piece of shit put his hands on my girl. Why does that sound so strange now? My girl? Again, no time for that. I worry about it later.
"What's wrong, Mal?," Steve taunted as I watched this peon start to feel up Roxanne as he continued, "She's just a slave girl, right? I mean shouldn't it be okay for me to try out your goods myself and give my review of her performance?"
By now I was heated with wrath as I felt like my body was lit and roaring with flames and then I spied the bat I brought with me just a few yards away from my feet, I swiftly snatch it up and start striding forward with the intent to kill at this point. Steve notices and starts backing away while trying to pull Roxanne off with him towards to front of the meat cooler, but she struggles to slow him down. He laughs and taunts me the enter time as my eyes never leave his that are now starting to widen with mirth as he soon comes to a stop.
"Come any closer Mal, and I'll maim her pretty little neckline. You wouldn't want me to have to soil your cute little slave girl now, would you?" He threatened as he brought the blade closer to under her chin as she held onto his arm in futile attempt to pull his hand from her throat.
"Turn her loose and I might not send you to the hospital this time." I stated in a dark quiet voice as I faltered in my steps and stood a good couple of feet from them.
Steve cocked an eye at me and laughed at my comment like I was jesting with him, he smirked at me in a way that got under my skin and he didn't stop there. The next thing he decided to pull really did it for me and I nearly lost my cool as he tilted his face down to Roxanne and grabbed a handful of her hair and started inhaling it which made my only visible eye twitch as I clenched my teeth in black rage.
Oh...he's going to die tonight that's a fact!
Roxanne started to freak out as she let out a cry of distress and tried to fruitlessly pry him off of her while he started feeling her up again as he said mockingly, "I like this one. She smells nice and has nice tits too. It's a shame she's going to waste to a crazy little bastard like you."
"Let me go! Don't touch me! Mal stop him! Please!" Roxanne shrieked in terror as she squirmed under his iron-like grip.
"Yeah, Mal stop me!" Steve taunted as he dared me to do something and at that exact moment Roxanne bite his hand which gave her enough time to squeeze past him after he let go of her out of pain and swore bitterly.
I immediately acted as I snatched up her arm and pulled her behind me and swung my fist in his face which sent him staggering back a few feet. I was so hot with rage that I did even stop as I didn't even bother with the bat as I tossed it to the side carelessly. It wasn't as satisfying as using my fists as I laid blow after blow on this peon. His swings and movements were so drunk and sluggish compared to mine that was agile and precise. Within seconds he was down on the ground gasping for air and I soon started kicking him and then flicked him over with my foot with little to no effort as I began crushing him in the gut with my foot. I heard a few loud crunching sounds under my shoe and knew I broke at least one of his ribs in the middle of all the stomping I was handing out, but I didn't care. On the contrary, I loved those sounds that and the cries of pain he was displaying for me and Roxanne. They were music to my ears and before I knew it I was starting to feel better already.
When he stopped moving and struggling under my foot, I stopped attacking, but only long enough to reach down and handcuff him to one of the old rusty looking water pipes that was standing up vertically from the ground to the ceiling. Not long after I stepped away I glanced over to see a nervous looking Roxanne on the other side of the room retrieving her taser if I had to guess, as soon as she looks up in my direction I signaled for her to come, but she froze up on me just like the last time I did this. You would think after her seeing me do this several times before, she'd get over it, but no not a chance.
"Come on, let's go. Party's over. I'm done making mincemeat out of this chump that's playing dead over here." I said in a bored tone.
"I'm coming." She mouthed in a small voice as she quickly picked her way through the meat hanging from the ceiling and back towards my direction and the front of the meat cooler.
Just as we were about to leave, I reached down and grabbed my bat as she stops beside me and waits, at that moment as I stood back up Steve's other hand that wasn't cuffed to the water pipe snaked out and snatched a hold of my leg. Instantly on reflex, I kicked him in his face and he let out a groan as he releases my foot and swore in a muffled voice. He pulled and yanked at his other hand as he soon realized his untimely predicament and growled in frustration as he swore even more while grabbing a hold of the water pipe and using it to hoist himself up to his feet. He then tried to swing at me from where he stood, but I only smirked at him with amusement and laughed at his helplessness as I watch as his face grew redder with fury by the second. I was slightly disappointed that Roxanne wasn't laughing with me, and I wasn't sure why, but I didn't linger on that thought or even let it phase me too much as I was very much intent on enjoying this moment. After all, it wasn't every day that you see an over-sized gorilla up close like this and come to think about it, I didn't have to go to the zoo to see it either. How very fortunate of me!
When Steve finally come to the conclusion that he couldn't touch me and stopped trying to lay a hit on me, he scoffed, "Take them off now and I won't breathe a word of finding you and your whore in this cooler tonight because from what I understand if you get caught messing around with this one," "Steve pointed with his eyes at Roxanne as he went on to say, "you'll be in deep shit with her gramps."
I narrowed my eyes as all the fun and games were pulled to a halt and my tone turned frosty as I said, "That old fool isn't about to get in the way of what I want and neither are you."
Steve growled and swore at me as he once again tried to free himself so he could no doubt throttle me.
I laughed at his pitiful state as I locked eyes on his and coolly remarked, "You are in no position to be mocking me peon. But just remember this," I stated as I wrapped an arm around Roxanne pulled her to me as I concluded, "she's mine and if you even so much as put the thought into that empty head of yours of touching her again, you think you're hurting now...just you wait until I get my hands on you later. I'll make you wish you were never born."
"Funny, but you're threats don't scare me your highness, but maybe you can clear something else up for me then, huh?" Steve said deviously with a smirk that threw me off as I look at him skeptically.
"Like what?" I asked with slight curiosity and obvious annoyance at being stalled from leaving.
By now Roxanne was still clinging to me from behind with unease as she watched mine and Steve's fruitless argument.
"Oh...like that fresh meat I saw today. Roxanne seems rather fond of them," Steve commented with overly interest as his eyes darted to Roxanne and then back to me as he continued, "What was his name again? Barry? Bailey was it? I wonder why you'd let her chat so animatedly with another male when everyone knows how possessive you are around her that you won't even let anyone get so much as a foot within her."
"And your point is?" I drawl in a bored tone as I started picking at my nails as I waited for him to stop beating around the bush and get to the point.
"That little pipsqueak, that fresh meat looks awfully feminine for a boy. Tell me is Bailey really a boy or is he really a girl instead?" Steve smugly replied as he searched my face for any signs of weaknesses to give me away, but I gave him none.
I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms widely over my chest and duly commented, "Bailey is nothing more than a little pint-size squirt. He is hardly worth my time. If that is all you can come up with to delay me from leaving, then you really are pathetic. Good night, Steve."
With that, I turned on my heel to leave as Roxanne followed me close from behind as Steve shouted back at me, "You had better not leave me like this, I'll have Chef breathing down your neck the first thing in the morning if you do!"
I threw my head back and laughed as we both stood at the entrance to the meat cooler door as he started shouting my name and making useless threats and insults as he tried his luck at his cuffed hand again and realized his attempts to free himself were indeed futile.
He glared at me with venomous hate as his threats got more vulgar, but I just smiled wickedly back at him and calmly said, "Steve, you know it can't be good on your health to get overly excited like this. Maybe you should stay in here and just chill for the night."
With that I let the meat cooler door close on its own as Steve raged on, I then led Roxanne out the kitchen doors to hallways so we could call it a night.
Roxanne's Pov:
When Steve looked from me to Mal as he asked about Bailey's gender, I froze up and paled on the spot. I knew all too well what it meant for Bailey if he found out about her, and it scared me because there wasn't a whole lot Duncan could do to keep her safe from him or his creeps. From the creepy look he gave me, I prayed that he didn't read anything into that because if he did, Bailey could be in a lot of trouble soon. Not surprisingly enough Mal didn't even seem to notice that look Steve gave me when I froze up, and it worries me just how overconfident Mal can be in situations such as these. Steve may have lost the battle tonight, but that doesn't mean he won't rise up and try again later when the moment suits him. He seems like that kind of guy and that scares me to the core when I really take the time to think about it. A guy like that is a dangerous foe to have, and I honestly think Mal underestimates him and his capabilities. I would really rather not have to stay glued to Mal all the time, but I'm starting to really worry about this and creeps like Steve. This is no place for someone like me or even Bailey for the matter.
That wasn't the only thing that was eating at my mind tonight either, this growing feeling inside me that I noticed I've suddenly gained now that Mal has returned is really starting to scare me. I can feel dread eating away at me as I think back to all the foolish actions I've made now with Mal.
Why did I do that? Why did I just let him have me? And again? What is wrong with me?
I wasn't ashamed then, I wasn't even in my right frame of mind or was I? I just seemed so convinced that I wanted it with him and it felt so right and safe that I just stopped thinking with logic altogether. I felt right at the time, but now...now I feel so used because I know he doesn't see me like I see him.
Wait what?! How do I see him?...
That question haunted me for the rest of night as Mal lead me outside of the kitchen by taking me by my arm and pulling me into the hallway. I stopped as we stepped out because I needed to ask Mal something and I felt scared asking this considering how much of a pervert he was at times, but I needed to say it because it was really bothering me.
Mal noticed that I stopped and looked at me questionably while trying to hold in his temper as I hesitantly asked, "Can we please stop at the infirmary?"
"And why?" He inquired with little patience clearly noticeable in his gaze.
I started fidgeting with my hands as I looked down at them nervously as I faint-heartedly replied, "Because I want to get a bath. I felt disgusting after being touched by that creep, and I really rather not wait until the morning if that's okay with you."
Mal didn't reply at least not at first, he simply raised an eyebrow at me like he couldn't believe I was asking him that at this hour.
"Mal, please I swear I'll be quick. I'll get clean and get out. You have my word." I begged as I shuffled my feet uncomfortably under his penetrating eyes.
"You do realize that this is late hours and that every Tom, Dick, and Harry is out and about right now," He finally said with incredulity as if he was making sure he heard me correctly as he concluded, "And you want to take a bath at this hour?!"
My lips started to quiver out of fear or the fact that I was starting to feel upset, I wasn't sure, but I took a deep breath and responded in a small voice and said, "Yes, I do and besides you'll be there, so...no one will touch me."
I hope...
Mal narrowed his eyes with irritation as he let out a sigh of petulance and then growled lowly and muttered a few words that I didn't catch as he then pulled me by the wrist closer towards him and said smugly, "Fine, but I get to be present."
I gasped and tried to pull my arm free, but he wasn't letting go and his smirk only widened as I sputtered out, "W...What?! No...the last time you-,"
"Relax doll, I promise I won't get in this time or even try to touch you." He commented as he leaned his face into mine with that same smug look of his he gives when he gets his way as I could tell he was really enjoying this.
I now regretted my decision, but the truth was I did feel dirty after Steve touched me and not just from him either but from what I foolishly fell into again with Mal. I felt so ashamed and scared because I was more than a little convinced now that I was under Mal's spell and I felt unable to escape it. He had me and it was only a matter of time before he figured it out and took full advantage of it. I was so scared I was shaking and I couldn't stop. I felt sick thinking about it. I just wanted to run away and get far away from here. And far away from him. Even if I was starting to wonder what he meant to me or why he does the things he does for me when I was more than positive that he'd never do them for Bailey or even Zoey. Why was I so different than them? Why did he treat me differently? Was I doing something that Mal wanted more from me than them? Just what was it? It was driving me crazy not knowing why he wanted me and why he was doing this to me especially after Bailey telling me that he was done with having slave girls and yet here I was being forced into being his newest one. It just wasn't fair. I wanted out of this.
I decided to just suck it up and move on to choose another day to be depressed over it later as I finally accepted Mal's offer to take me to the infirmary so I could bathe and so he could more than likely watch and ogle my body the entire time. Once more he pulled me by the wrist again through the halls, and at some point, I could hear voices growing closer by the second and they weren't the older male voices of the parole officers either. They were youths. Delinquents. Ones Mal had warned me about as I felt my pulse quicken as I walked faster and grabbed Mal's arm that was attached to my wrist and held onto it like it was a lifeline. I really didn't want to have to witness Mal beating the crap out of another creep or even a group of them. He scares me the way he fights, it like he's a monster and has some sort of bloodlust to kill anything that offends him. Luckily, we didn't run into them or whoever they were as we both rounded the corner towards the infirmary where Mal unlocked the door and lead me inside where I felt myself getting more nervous by the second.
I'm just getting clean and getting out. There's nothing to fret over. He said he wouldn't touch me.
I anxiously told myself it was going to be okay as I entered the bathroom and started the water for the bath. I was shaking so badly and so were my hands as I turned the knobs to adjust the temperature to my liking as I quickly got undressed placed my things on the sink and got in before Mal came in. He wasn't long either as I was lathering up my washcloth and scrubbing myself down, he came in and closed the door behind him as he took up his seat on the commode after putting the cover down first. He never said a word the entire time, and I kept my back to him out of what little bit of modesty I could get since there was no shower curtain for the tub even though ironically enough there was one for the nearby shower. I should have used it instead, I guess I was too tired to think clearly after all it was almost two in the morning.
It was unnerving trying to hurry up and bathe when I could feel his eyes bearing down on me while holding my breath as I uncomfortably waited for him to break his word by trying to touch me or get in like he did last time.
"You know you can slow down, this is not a race," Mal said with humor in his voice from over my shoulder as I slowly drifted my gaze in his direction as he added, "Or are you just scrubbing so vigorously because you feel that dirty?"
I didn't know how to respond his remark, but before I could say anything he went on talking once more.
"Do you feel dirty after I touched you too?" He asked with the same humor as before in his tone.
I bit my lip from lashing out at him and calmly said, "What do you think?"
He chuckled at my reply as he explained, "What do I think, huh?... I think you liked it and can't come to terms with it, but that's okay Red because in time you'll come around, you'll see. I'll make you feel things that you'll never want from any other man, but me. That's a promise. Nobody will be able to satisfy you the way I can."
I tried not to make a sound as I felt like crying because it scared me to think if what he was saying was true, then I knew I was in deep trouble and I needed help. I needed to see Bailey and soon. Surely she could give me some advice on how to slow this down or be able to fight this better than I currently was because I was failing miserably.
"In time I'll have you begging for it." I flinched on the spot as he whispered that in my ear with such intensity that I spun my head around as I covered myself and looked at him with shock and panic.
I pursed my lips and flashed my eyes with hate at him in my best attempt of hiding my phobia of him as I viciously hissed back, "I'll never beg for something like from you, and I will not stoop so lowly even if it kills me."
Mal was crouched in front of the tub looking at me by now with a gleam of pure excitement in his dark eyes (which I could only see because he was that up close) as he reached out his hand and took my chin pulling my face towards his as I held my breath and did my best not tremble in his wake as he said, "I like that fire you have your eyes, hellcat. I love the way it burns into mine so dangerously unlike anyone else I've ever met, you aren't afraid to speak your mind. A trait I like in you, but unfortunately, it's a trait that will be your undoing if you don't stop defying me."
I jumped back and pushed myself to the back of the tub while never taking my eyes off of him the entire time while giving him a dirty look as I hotly replied, "Don't you dare threaten me! I won't let you do to me as you did to Bailey or Zoey! I won't go down so easily! I'll fight you with everything I have, I swear it!"
Mal stared at me blankly without a word as he (from what I could tell) took in my words and then judging from the stare he was giving me he was trying to size me up in his attempt to find a weakness to pick at.
He finally laughed at me as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Out of annoyance I snatched the foul-smelling thing from his lips and put it out in the tub as I threw it back at him with the same scowling look as before while staying out of his arms' length.
He growled as he narrowed his eyes at me with obvious irritation as he gripped the tub with white knuckles and barked back, "Don't ever do that again! Those aren't free you know!"
"I don't care!," I thundered back and added, "I hate them, and I wish you didn't smoke them around me. They stink!"
Mal got up and plopped himself back on the toilet and lit another one as I narrowed my eyes at him in pure aggravation. I immediately stood up and reached out to crack the window for air and I didn't care that his eyes were on me because I hated that smell and I hated him more for not respecting me enough not smoke those horrible things in front of me.
"What the hell are you doing?" He growled.
"What does it look like simpleton? I'm trying to get some air since you insist upon smoking those disgusting things in this closet-like space!" I snarled back as I sat back in the tub to resume taking my bath and ignoring him the best of my abilities to keep from lashing out at him again.
He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue in annoyance at me as the awkward silence between us began to build higher and higher until after several minutes he spoke when I had reached out to the end of the tub to grab the shampoo, but he took the bottle before I could even touch it as my fingers barely even brushed the plastic surface.
By then I was starting to feel self-conscious around him again considering how much stronger he was than me, and if he wanted to I'm sure he could overpower me too easily and do what he truly wanted if he chose to. That was an unnerving thought, and I tried my hardest not to think about it, but at the same time, I tried to keep it somewhere in the back of my mind since it was Mal. I shifted my gaze back at him with irritation and questionable as I wonder what game he was trying to play at now.
"What are you doing? Give it back, so I can wash my hair already." I said doing my best not to sound like I was whining as I glared at him so irritable.
Mal smirked as he got up to his feet with shampoo bottle still in his hand and kneeled down beside me as I leaned back away from him with caution and fear of not knowing what he was up to.
"Come here." He finally replied as he kneeled down and waited for me to comply with his demand.
"Why? What are you going to do?" I questioned with nervousness that I tried to hide from my voice.
"Just do it. Didn't I promise you that I wouldn't touch you?" He inquired as he waited for my reply.
"You did, but that still doesn't mean that I trust you." I shot back at him with my eyes on his watching to see if he would give away his motives, but he didn't.
"How hurtful, Roxanne. After everything I've ever done for you, you go and say something as cruel and heartless as that. I am truly wounded that you don't even trust the one that protects you the most." He said in a tone that suggested mock-pity, but his smirk never left his face.
I wanted so badly to hit him square across his stupid face, but I resisted that temptation because I knew he'd probably get more enjoyment out of it than I would.
"To be honest, I think I need more protection from you than I do from anyone else here. You prey on me more than even that creep Steve does, but at times I'm not even sure about that." I countered with skepticism in my tone.
After that comment, I knew I hit a nerve as he reaches forward grabbing me and pulling me towards him roughly and icily said, "You think you have it bad do you, Red? Why don't you just be good and do as I tell you?"
By then I was trembling with fear of his wrath but didn't make a move to entice his anger further as I waited with my nerves on edge to see what he wanted. Without another word, he slowly softens his forceful hold on my shoulders and picked up the shampoo bottle he had dropped in his flight of his temper and popped the lid of it open and before I knew it he was lathering my scalp with it. I was scared he was going to hurt me with his rough hands, but surprisingly enough he was a lot more gentle than I expected. Again it shocks me how gentle he could be one minute, and how incredibly violent and forceful the next if the moment suited him. I did my best to quiet my trembling body as he wordlessly massaged my scalp with his hands. I was scared because of how nice it felt and expected him to hurt me the next minute, but he never did. I stayed on edge the entire time not trusting him, even though sadly somewhere deep down I wished that I could and I wasn't sure why. Did I somehow pity this psychopath? Was that it? Was that why I wanted to understand him a little better sometimes?
"Why are you like this Mal?" I asked him in a quiet voice with my back to him as he continued to lather my hair.
He didn't say anything for awhile, but he did laugh without any humor in it when he did finally speak up.
"You want to know why I'm like this, huh? You think I'm hurting you, is that it?" He remarked trying to mask the moodiness in his voice.
I hunched over and held my knees as he continued on as though he hadn't really expected me to say anything to his demands as he ranted on, "When have I ever hurt you, Roxanne? When have I ever put my hands on you and really hurt you? I can assure you that I treated you a lot more kindly than anyone else that's ever tried to defy me or try to challenge my authority."
I squeaked out in a small voice, "You twisted that glass in my foot and today you almost hit me because I refused to be yours."
His hands stopped moving and I quickly withdrew away from him before he unleashed his dark anger on me as I turned around and to see him look at me with what looked like controlled anger as he held himself in check and as calmly as he could he said through gritted teeth, "Yes, I did do that, but you needed to learn your place as my slave girl that night, and as for today, did I hit you? Did I touch you?"
"No but your actions scared me, and when you made me be your stupid slave you promised me you wouldn't hurt me, but lied to me. You still hurt me that night." I squeezed out with suppressed tears as I felt my throat growing dry.
I quickly washed the soap from my hair and decided to forget about the conditioner tonight because of the situation at hand while Mal let out a huff of breath as he knew I was right and he was caught in his own web of lies as he locked eyes on mine and bristly replied, "You think it was easy for me to keep my hands off of you when you did everything you could to defy me and piss me off. I'm not the only one that didn't keep my word either you know. You swore I could have you and you've fought me every day since then. You said you give yourself to me and you've lied to me. You promised me over and over again to be mine, but as soon as a chance arrived for you to escape, you took it, and you question why I'm like this? Why I hurt you? Why I'm so damn cruel? I am the Malevolent One, Roxanne. I am evil incarnated. I am Mike's worst personality with a body of my own now, and you should feel ever so lucky that I'm not as terrible as I once was. I did much worse not just to other guys, but girls as well in the last juvie I was placed in and I'm sure Bailey and Duncan as brushed you up on that."
There was a moment of silence as Mal took a breather after his full-out rant while he regarded me with angry eyes and I him with fearful ones in return.
I was scared, but I knew I needed to say it, so I mustered up as much courage as I could as I remarked back at him, "I did it because I don't want to be your slave girl. You forced me into that by leaving me with so little choice, Mal. It was either accept the humiliation of being ogled and possibly jumped by other creeps because of those stupid pictures you took or I'd be yours and give up my self-respect just so you could have someone to control. I didn't want either, but...but...I was scared and made the wrong choice. I should have said no and fought you harder."
"And here we are back at that again," He countered through narrowed eyes as he bites back at me and replied, "I don't care if you want to be my slave girl or not, you are mine and you better learn to accept that because I'm never releasing you from that. Not now. Not ever."
"I could have any girl as my slave girl, but it's you that I want and it's you that I desire to have. I don't care how far I have to chase you to get you because in the end, you will be mine no matter what I have to do to see to it. Just accept it and things will be much easier for you." He heatedly exclaimed as his eyes never left mine daring me to defy his words once more.
"But why does it have to be me?! Did it ever accrue to you that maybe I don't want to be your slave girl?! That maybe I had plans of my own?!," I shouted at him when I knew this was only going to end in tears for me as I splashed water at him in anger as I raged on, "I want my life back, you jerk! I want to be with my band! And most importantly, I want to fall in love with someone who feels the same way that I do too!"
Mal's eyes lit up with flames as he yanked my some of my clothes down from the sink and threw them at me. At first, I was too angry to think much about it, but then I remembered that my taser was in my skirt that I saw flying rapidly towards me.
I panicked and cried out in distress as I did my best to catch it before its contents fell into the tub as I shrieked in terror at Mal, "Are you crazy?! Are you trying to kill me?!"
Unfortunately, my attempts to stop my clothes from falling into the tub failed. Everything fell in the bath except for the items in my pockets (they hit the floor and slid off towards the shower) and I watched in horror as the taser was the last to fall out of my skirt pocket and bounced off the end of the tub heading for the water as I froze up and my eyes widen in terror. Before I could even take a breath to scream, Mal lunged for me as he closed his arms around me and hoisted me out of the water and nearly fell in himself at the same time while propping one of his feet against the wall of the tub for balance in his quick attempt to save. I held on tightly with my arms around his neck and prayed he didn't lose his balance and fall in because I didn't want to be found dead in Mal's arms and naked at that. I felt myself heated up at the thought, and by then I could hear Mal swear as I felt him losing his stepping. The rug under his foot was slipping.
"Please don't drop me!" I shrieked in alarm as I tightened my arms around his neck more.
"Relax, I'm not going to!" He barked back at me with an annoyed look as he kicked his foot off the wall of the tub and sent both of us falling into the floor as I screamed in panic.
I immediately had closed my eyes when we went down and never let go out of fear of falling into the tub and be electrocuted to death. I heard and felt the thud that Mal's body made when it hit the hard bathroom floor, I opened my eyes hesitantly as I looked down at him while he grunted and groaned with pain from the sudden impact. He slowly opened his eyes as well and saw me looking down at him nervously with our faces just inches from the other. This was so very awkward and I couldn't breathe because of it. I felt my heart beating wildly in my chest and a tremor go down my spine. How is he able to do that to me? Maybe my heart was just beating so crazy like this because of the fall. That had to be it. There could be nothing else there, right? I suddenly remembered how naked I was and here I was on top of Mal like this. What was I thinking? Did I want him to jump, was that it? How could I be so stupid?
As I was lost in my thoughts of turmoil, Mal slowly rose to a sitting position with little difficulty even though I still had my arms all around his neck and staring up at him with uncertainty as I was slightly still shaken up from the fall. I could tell how soaked he was from the water as I looked down at his clothes that were half-soaked wet from plucking me up from my untimely death which by the way he nearly caused as I reminded myself mentally. Remembering my situation before he took advantage of it, I quickly reached up with a shaking hand out of my nervousness and grabbed a hold of the sink to lift myself up, so I get a towel to properly wrapped myself with.
He noticed my discomfort and chuckled as he got to his feet and strode over to the tub and bent down, my eyes widen in shock as I quickly rushed forward and grabbed his shoulder to pull him back and shrieked at him, "What are you doing?! You can't just put your hand in there!"
He halted his movements with his hand hovering over the surface of the water as he turned around and looked at me with mild interest and calmly replied, "Why? Are you worried about me, Red? Truly I am touched, maybe Zoey was right after all. Maybe you do care enough about me."
I flushed at his commented and retorted, "No I don't. If you want to get electrocuted then be my guest."
He flashed that annoying smug smirk of his and snorted at my comment as he continued to reach down and attempt to pull the plug in the water, but stilled his movement as a look of terror crossed his eyes and he started shaking and screaming like he was in pain. I panicked and cupped my hands over my face and screamed at the same time because for one: it startled me when he did that and two: I thought he was really hurt and I didn't know what to do.
He pulled the plug out of the tub and the taser too while laughing at me with amusement clearly shining in his dark eyes when he stopped his act of making me believe he was actually hurt, I quickly sobered up and glared at him with hatred.
I kicked him in his side and spat at him angrily, "You're sick Mal! I can't believe you did that!"
He sat there unfazed by the fact that I kicked and shouted at him and just laughed his head off even more before finally deciding to get up to his feet and look down at me with his menacing gaze filled with glee and dark mischief. He tossed the plug to the side carelessly and tested the taser which seems to still work (which surprised me) before he decided to pocket it. I didn't get a chance to argue over the fact that it was mine because I was too busy being distracted by him cornering me between the shower and the tub. I gasped as I cried out for him to stop, but he just laughed and took his time again just like in the meat cooler.
I knew the fear in my eyes were showing as I tried to get away from him because he seemed to pick up on it and smirked at my cowering figure once more. I suddenly lost my footing and stumbled into the floor and landed on my butt as I gazed up at him helplessly because I had nowhere to run and he had me pinned in again. I huddled up against the wall and shielded myself with my arms over my head in defense and tried not to cry, but it was too late because I could feel the tears coming. I didn't want this again. I should have just kept my mouth closed and let him take me back to my room, or at least I had hoped that's where he was going to take me. I felt him kneel down beside me and pull my arms away from my face as I tried to fight him as I struggled, but he won out with his physical strength being stronger than mine. I refused to look at him as he pulled me towards him as I half-drunkenly fell in between his legs from my struggles and refusal of cooperation. I couldn't face him, but I was more than sure he was either enjoying this or was irritated with my resistance as I gripped one of his thighs and turned my face away from him as I hunched over and waited for the worst to come, but instead, he shocked me. I knew he could tell I was upset and I was crying, I knew he could feel it through my fears and trembling as I couldn't make myself face him. I was too proud and too scared both at the same time, and he knew it. I don't know how, but I knew that he did. That's why it startled me that even though I was clinging to his leg with a death grip and with trembling fingers practically in a ball, I didn't expect him to start petting my head and whispering things in my ear. His breath was warm and tickled my sensitive skin as he shushed me and told me he wasn't going to hurt me. He told me to just relax, but I couldn't do that not with him there was no way I could ever do that. He put me on edge with everything he did or said. I could feel him using his free arm as he wrapped it around my shaking figure as he still used the other to part my hair from my face by tucking it behind my ear where he continued to say things that didn't make any sense to me in my ear.
"Don't cry, didn't I promise to take care of you?" He whispered in my ear quietly in a normal tone.
"Yes, you did, but you're scaring me. Please just stop." I quaked with nervousness and fear as I whimpered and asked, "What do you want from me?"
He chuckled softly in my ear and said, "Just you."
I shuddered as I gripped his leg tighter while never looking up and asked, "What do you mean? Why me?"
"Don't be silly Roxanne. You should know that answer by now. You are the one I want and you are the one that interests me the most." Mal breathed into my ear excitedly.
Again I shuddered at his breath on me as I nerve-rackingly replied, "Yes, but why? Why does it have to be me?"
"So full of questions today, aren't we?," He mocked me as felt his lips barely brush my ear while I still refused to look up at him as he continued on, "You want to know why you are so precious to me slave girl? That question is just burning inside you, isn't it?"
I made no reply to his comments and inquiries as he continued to stroke my hair which made me wonder even more if this was some weird game of his and if he ever played it with Bailey or even Zoey, but deep down I was beginning to get the feeling that a good number of the things he's done with me, he hasn't with them. Which lead me back to square one, why was he doing all these things with me then?
He chuckled when I never replied and the same quiet tone replied, "I might tell you that answer someday when the time suits me, but for now you'll just have to be satisfied with the fact of knowing that I choose to make you my bride. Maybe not my first choice, but I can't complain when I get to have someone as lovely as you and just as innocent."
I was so caught up in his words that I didn't realize that I had stopped shaking from my fears but soon noticed that he was caressing my back the entire time in a soothing manner that I tried not to melt into because it honestly felt good. Clenching my teeth to stop myself from falling into a bliss-like daze, I finally shot up and looked up at him as he looked back down at me with a smug grin like I was some new toy of his that he fancied.
I don't know why, but it was then that my foot started to pain me as I cringed and gasped from the pain as I then pulled away from Mal so I could get a good look at it. It was still red and swollen from earlier and before I knew it Mal pulled my leg towards him and in which almost making me tumble over onto my side in the process from his sudden burst of movement.
I panicked and tried to pull my foot back as I cried and said in a fearful tone, "Mal, what are you doing? Let go! Please don't!"
"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. Why do you always assume that?" He said with annoyance though he never looked up at me as he inspected my tender foot.
"Because you're obviously unpredictable and also because Bailey told me what you did to her!" I said half-fearfully and half-angrily at the same time.
"Did she? Explains why you trust me even less lately." He growled as he let go of my foot and then looked up at me with sudden displeasure.
His comment truly confused me. I never really trusted him that much to begin with, but it was true after everything Bailey informed me, I now trusted him even lesser than before.
I sighed miserably because I honestly didn't know what to say to him anymore and his intent to control everything was wearing me out and thin.
"Are you ready to go now, doll? Put your clothes on and we'll be leaving." He drawled in an amused tone as he suddenly got over whatever was eating at him as I stood up and grabbed the wall for support to help myself stand back up.
Mal was already up and on his feet as I snapped back at him in an angry tone as I pointed my finger at him and snarled, "I can't. Did you forget that you threw most of them in the tub?! They're completely wet now, and it's all thanks to you, you jerk!"
He laughed and quickly grabbed my hand before I could react and wrapped his other arm around my back while leaning his face into mine and smoothly replied, "You know I love it when you take that tone with me, hellcat."
I blushed furiously and gasped as I used my free hand to push his face out of mine, but he struggled to keep his position with me as I snapped back at him, "Get off of me! I'm trying to be serious here, you idiot!"
I was finally able to shove him off as I stood there panting and doing my best to keep my towel properly on. He looked slightly peeved as he left the room leaving me wondering where he was off to so suddenly as I quickly wrung out my dripping wet clothes and collecting all my things that fell out of my pockets and placed it all inside another towel since there was nothing else to do with it all. When I had just barely finished doing that, Mal had returned with what looked like a set of clothes in his hand as he stretched out his arm impatiently towards me as he clearly was indicating for me to accept it. I mumbled a small thanks and waited for him to turn around which surprising after everything he did he gave me my privacy, and I wasted no time in quickly getting dressed. The clothes were just a simple pair of mixed-matched faded colored pants and shirt that were two different shades of grey. They were a little big on me, but they'd just have to do until I made it back to my room to properly change in my sleepwear, but as tired as I beginning to notice I was starting not care what I slept in. He turned back around when I told him I was done as I grabbed my things and he led me back out of the infirmary and back into the halls once more.
The halls were a lot quieter now and pretty eerie because of the lack of sound and the shadows and sudden creaks of the boards as we walked on them which didn't help the situation, not one bit. As we drew closer down the hall that was towards the elevator, voices were faint, but we could hear them nonetheless. They were the same voices I heard earlier before he made it inside the infirmary, but now they had migrated towards the elevator entrance and the stairway as well, so I wasn't sure how we were going to get past them without Mal getting into it with them. Mal suddenly clamped his hand over my mouth and shoved me into the wall pinning me in a dark corner out of the light. I tried not to panic because I didn't know what he was doing, but it soon dawned onto me because it was only seconds after he did that, that a whole entire massive group of male bodies stampeded passed us. I held onto him as I felt my heart in my throat as it beaten out of control with the fear of being seen, but thankfully we weren't. After they all finally passed out of sight, I soon realized as Mal removed his hand from my face I had been holding my breath the whole time as I stared up at him as he watched and waited for the clearing to come. He looked annoyed by the sudden burst of bodies that had hurtled past us in the hall as he soon stepped away from me and taking my hand once again out of habit so I didn't wander off like a little kid. It was funny in a way when I thought about it, but not really at the same time. I didn't dwell on it though.
I'm not sure why, but as soon as we were halfway to the elevator the group of crazy guys came rushing back like someone had unleashed them on us, Mal noticed and swore as he tightened his grip on my hand and we both started running towards the elevator as fast as we could. Unfortunately, as we came within a few feet of it some of the guys ran faster than us and cut us off from getting inside.
"Shit," Mal swore as he pushed me behind him and aggressively (not towards me) said, "Stay behind me and do as I tell you. If you don't, you will get mugged and worse."
I didn't have to be told twice as I did as he told me feeling fear take root inside me once more as I felt panicked and uncertain as to what I should do in this dire situation. Mal and I both were surrounded from all sides, and if I had to guess it was probably Steve's goons from earlier tonight when he fought them off to keep them out of the kitchen and from coming in to attack us while we served out Chef's punishment.
Some of them started to taunt Mal and make cat-calls and fox whistles in my direction which only set my nerves at wreck even more as I held onto Mal like he was my lifeline. One of them sprinted forward and took a swing at Mal which only started the entire fight from both sides as Mal quickly reached around and grabbed me pulling me down with him to duck out of reach from the other guy's blow. Mal quickly stood back up with me and used his bat to knock him back and sent him staggering into a group of other guys. Some of the other guys standing close by laughed and jeered at their fallen guy while other swore, but Mal wasted no time. He swung his bat around as the others backed up and we made it to the elevator where he pressed the button to get the door open and waited as they all started closing in and barring off any escape for us at this point. I never let go of Mal as he calmly regarded them all as though he was daring them to start something with just a look of danger in his cold eyes. I wasn't sure how he could stay so calm like that, but it really did impress me that he was this strong in person that it seemed like nothing could break him. Within seconds the creeps were all on Mal as he did his best to keep them off and I stayed behind him and felt helpless without my taser. I wanted to use the pepper spray, but I was afraid I would get Mal instead knowing my luck and I would be in deep trouble then with the creeps and Mal later for temporarily blinding him. It felt like ages. The elevator doors were taking forever, and just as Mal finally got them to back off and the elevator started making noises like it was about to open, the unexpected happened. By now, I should have expected this, but at the same time, I wasn't even sure how he got out of that though nonetheless he did, and there stood Steve as he came striding through the mass of bodies and heading towards us. I felt sick as though time stopped and everything was in slow motion as he saw me looking at him, he grinned back in that creepy way that freaked me out and snapped his fingers and all at once everyone dove in for us. I screamed and Mal shoved me into the elevator as I called back to him to come with me.
"Stay in the damn elevator and get to your room NOW!" He thundered back at me and actually looking back at me this time with anger and shockingly enough panic (which I hardly ever see from him) as he pushed me back inside.
I screamed his name as the doors closed and cried. Why? I don't know. I shouldn't even be concerned for a psychopath like him, but here I was indeed afraid for not just myself, but for him too. I was actually worried about Mal's well-being and couldn't figure out why as I mashed the button to take me to the third floor and stood there shaking with my stuff still gathered up and bundled up in my towel sniffling and feeling completely helpless while Mal was trying to fend off over a dozen and more creeps plus Steve on top of that.
I remembered my walkie and dug it out of my things and tried to page someone as I desperately called out for help, "Ed? Pete? Somebody?"
No answer.
I tried several more times before the elevator stopped on the third floor and finally got a reply from Pete.
"What?" He growled over the walkie.
"Mal's in trouble on the first floor in front of the elevator! Please help him!" I cried back.
There was a pause and then several others voices started all talking on the walkie at once until Pete thundered over it for them to all shut up. He said he'd take care of it and told me nothing else as the doors open and I stepped out to only be faced with Pete and Ed who were all surrounded by Mal's boys from behind them as a great number of them all loaded up in the elevator and the rest took the stairway. Pete had Ed stay behind and help me back into my room since it was locked due to Chris's automatic lockdown every night and I didn't have a key like Mal did, but that was no trouble for Ed. He used his pocket knife and jimmied the door open within seconds with little to no problem whatsoever. I thanked him as he turned and left. He waved and said nothing else, but I still felt on edge leaving Mal the way I was forced to.
I carefully made my way through the dark and found my lamp and switched it on as I tossed my wet things in the dirty hamper and my other things onto the table where I'd worry about them tomorrow. The entire time I was worried and had several million things going on inside my head all at once. The things that happened in the meat cooler with Mal and me. Then Steve and his disgusting hands all over me. The way Mal looked at him when he touched me that unnerved me leaving me wondering for someone who saw me as his possession, he sure looked madder than hell and jealous beyond words when it came down to it. I don't think I'll ever understand him. His actions are different from his words. He says things to me that hurt and scares me, but does things like protect me and looks after my wounds. Why? But the way he touches me isn't right either even if I secretly like it. He touches me for his own pleasure and fulfillment and stalks me the entire time he does it. I feel so foolish for letting him do it to me again when I should have been stronger when I should have fought him harder instead of letting down my barrier and letting him do it.
Gosh darn it, I'm such an idiot! What is wrong with me?
First thing tomorrow morning I'm going to talk to Bailey and figure out how to fight back harder and resist better with all I have because if I don't, he's going to win and take me before I know it. As I was mentally preparing myself for tomorrow, I noticed something small and odd on my bed that I didn't recognize as any of my things and stared at it as I tilted my head in confusion. I reached down and picked it up. It was a note address to me from Mal.
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