Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or So Close :(

Roughly about an hour after they had gotten home, Sam woke up in her cellar. She was as always handcuffed spread-eagled to her bed. Jonah was, though, sitting calmly at the end of the bed between her legs eating an apple.

Something else was different, there was a dim light filling the room through the small crack of a window she had been provided with, but that wasn't it. No, it felt colder, as she slowly came out of her drugged state and looked down, she was horrified to find herself stark naked. Jonah had hurt her physically before but he had never gone this far. He was smirking at her when she finally looked at him, the apple had been discarded and he was how holding a long, leather whip in his abusing hands. She couldn't face looking as he slowly straddled her and began the physical abuse of a whip, the sexual abuse of rape and the emotional abuse of having her first time be with her torturer instead of her love. So she snapped her eyes close and took her escape. She thought about iCarly as the whip came down, she remembered her brunette best friend as he laughed and she reminisced about those wonderful kisses with Freddie as the deed was done.

The next day after she had yet again been forced to the recording studio, she found out the owner of her record label was coming to listen to her today because he thought her latest music lacked emotion. Sure it lacked emotion after Jonah's father had changed her name to Alyssa Kelly, dyed her hair chestnut brown and had it chemically straightened, her mother had 'disappeared' and they made her sing preppy love songs and not her own, she didn't much feel emotion for their music never mind the fact she was constantly being abused.

While she was singing her new song for the owner. She could see him frowning so she wasn't surprised to hear him say.

"I hate it. Not you dear, the song. Did you write it?"

"No." She replied.

"Well, there's your problem. Do you have any songs you have written?"

She pulled a notebook out of her pocket. It had 'SAM' tattooed across the front. It held all the songs she had written it her teenage years, "Yes."

"Well, sing that for me and we'll see."

She flicked through the book until she got to the last song she'd written before she was offered the record deal. The one she'd written after their 100th webshow. She walked backwards and gave the music to the band. Two minutes later, they started playing her favourite of her songs, the most significant and perhaps the one that could save her.

She took a deep breath and began to sing;

"Just keep tuggin', pushin', pullin' all my little heartstrings
Got me all tied up in knots
Anytime I see your face
Oh it brings out
It brings out the girl in me.

Don't know just how ya did it
But ya got me real good
Hook, line, and sinker like I knew you could
But you don't even notice
Boy, I wish you would

I can't help myself
I can't help but smile
Everytime I see your face
And we've never met
I bet you don't know my name
Am I out of my mind
I think that I might be goin' crazy
'Cause my heart is your's to have and hold or break
How'd you get to be so close when you're so far away

I think he might be close to perfect
Girls you know what I mean
He's got a face straight out of a magazine
Gotta pinch myself to prove he ain't a dream

Oh Oh Oh

I can't help myself
Now my secret's out
I can't help but smile
Everytime I see your face
And we've never met
I bet you don't know my name
Am I outta my mind
I think that I might be goin' crazy
'Cause my heart is your's to have and hold or break
How'd you get to be so close when you're so far away

I wish you were mine all mine
Mine all mine
I wish you were mine all mine
I wish you were mine

I can't help but smile
Everytime I see your face
And we've never met
I bet you don't know my name
Am I outta my mind
I think that I might be goin' crazy
'Cause my heart is your's to have and hold or break

How'd you get to be so close when you're so far away
How'd you get to be so close when you're so far away"

The owner smiled.

"There's my number-one single. I want it recorded and released for next week!"

Sam was ecstatic; she just hoped Carly remembered...