Three years later
After a lot of persuading and time, Sam, Carly, Jimmy and Tracey were all out together for once. Normally, Jimmy went outside on his game box. Tracey went to Fame or Shame and it was usually only Sam and Carly, sometimes Johnny. This time though, all four siblings were in Vinewood together.
''After what happened last time, i'm never drinking alcohol again.'' Carly says, turning down the beer Jimmy offered her.
"If I remember from what Sam told me, that was from the forties. This is the stuff you grew up with." Jimmy said, Carly still denying.
"Well then, i guess this vodka is all mine." Sam says, she was indeed holding a full bottle of vodka.
''Help yourself, Sam.'' Carly says, surprising Jimmy. ''What? Don't give me that kind of look.'' She says.
Was it really that hard for him to believe that she wants to stay sober?
The reason for this? Sam was leaving.
She'd brought a truck recently and was now going to fulfill her dream since the killing of Joe Jon. She was going to be hauling freight across the country. Possibly even the world.
''You even think about asking me that Jimmy and i'll punch you in the face.'' Carly says.
"What? You're acting like it." Jimmy said.
"Well maybe i want to stay sober because i have to drive home?" Carly said. Jimmy being Jimmy, he took this excuse but still thought something was going on.
''I'm not pregnant. Johnny and i have talked about having children but we're going to wait until we're ready.'' Carly says.
Truthfully, Carly was still afraid that she would turn into her own mother in the future.
A slight thud was heard. Tracey collapsed to the ground, a tranquilizer dart in her back.
"Trace-" Was all Carly managed to say.
"Jimmy! Come on!" Sam said before running across the road, nearly tripping on the sidewalk. For once, Jimmy was running but not very fast.
Sure enough, Jimmy fell forward unconscious.
Sam ran to an alleyway, the ground on one side actually lower than it was in the actual alley. As she ran forward, three men all armed with SMGs blocked her path. Sam turned around but she d been followed and was now blocked by another three gunmen. A man who seemed to be their leader stepped through the gunmen.
"You and i, dear Sam have a lot of talking to do." Ivory said.
She didn't feel the dart going in but Sam fell to the floor the moment it did.
As Carly woke up, she wasn't in Vinewood anymore.
Around Carly was a cold concrete cell. The door and wall around it was composed of metal bars. There was a small window also made of metal bars. Two small gaps looked into other cells on this side of the corridor. Carly then looked at the other prisoners.
Carly, Johnny, Jimmy, Tracey, Trevor, Franklin, Michael, Amanda, Niko, Ron, Wade...
They all knew each other.
"Alrighty then get up!" Shouted a guard now pacing the corridor outside the 11 cells. If there were 12 cells and 11 people then Sam must be here too.
"Sam?" Carly called. The guard walked to her cell.
"You're going to see her right now!" He said.
All ten of them were put in handcuffs and led to a room with a single metal table in the middle of it. On the wall was a large TV but everyone's eyes were on who was on the table.
Sam was on the table. By the looks of it, she'd been tortured and was currently unconscious.
"Well hello all of you. Just for your info, the connection is that you're all close to Sam emotionally." Ivory said as he entered the room, a large needle in hand.
"You... you survived?" Carly said, completely shocked.
Her response was Ivory turning his head to the side, revealing a large scar, still red.
Ivory slammed the needle down on the table, a small hole in Sam's leg. She was instantly awake.
"Now what i've been thinking is that physical torture seems to have an effect but not enough. I'm trying to break that hard shell around that young girl in there. So that's why we got you, her friends. We will torture and hurt and kill you and eventually Sam will break." Ivory explained. He was very happy with what he was doing.
Sam seemed to start to lose consciousness again. Ivory slammed his hand across her face, waking her up again.
"So then Sam, who shall i kill first? Dear sister Carly? Or dear friend Wade?" Sam remained silent.
"Sam? I'm asking you who i kill first." Ivory said. He was actually going to get Sam to sentence one of her friends to their death.
"No." Sam replied. Ivory was angered by her refusal and got a surgical saw from the small table.
"You will tell me who to kill!" Ivory once again demanded.
"How about yourself?" Sam replied. Ivory ran the saw slowly along Sam's leg. Only now did anyone realize that Sam had been stripped of her clothes. The saw made a long cut along her leg. Sam was screaming in agony. When he finally stopped however, she was laughing.
"What? What's so funny?!" Ivory yelled, confused as to why Sam was laughing while being tortured.
"I'm never going to break to you yet you still hurt me into-" Sam said, stopping and screaming again as Ivory ran the saw along her leg again, deepening the cut that was already there.
Carly and a few others had tears in their eyes at this sight of Sam in so much pain.
"You're going to kill her!" Carly shouted
"It would surprise you dear Carly how much pain the human body can actually endure before death. I intend to give Sam all the pain she can handle."
10 minutes after being marched back to their cells, two guards dragged a heavily damaged Sam through the corridor and dumped her in the 12th cell. She just stayed how she d fallen in the middle of the cell, clearly in strong pain.
"Sam?" Carly called. Slowly, inch by inch Sam turned to face Carly. Her cell was directly across. Ivory had obviously intended this as he knew that Sam meant as much to Carly as Johnny did and the same went for Sam. He wanted Carly to see the pain.
"It's not your fault... i'm going to die here and i know it." Sam said. A small amount of blood was falling to the floor from the cuts on her leg. Since they'd left, Sam had been whipped. She was just in her bra and panties meaning each and every individual mark or cut was completely visible.
And she was already emotionally damaged. Carly saw the same look on Sam s face as when she confronted Billy. Ivory had raped her.
"Sam..." Carly couldn't find the words. Everything started to fade away into darkness, with Carly screaming "Sam!''...
''Carly, calm down! Johnny, help me, she won't wake up!'' Sam says, trying to calm Carly down.
Carly's eyes were closed tightly and she screamed so loudly that she was hyperventilating.
Johnny carefully picked Carly up and held her close to him until she completely calmed down. Carly didn't say anything or even open her eyes. In her mind, she was still in the cell, helpless to save Sam from Ivory.
''It's alright, baby. He's gone. Open those eyes, okay? Let me see those beautiful eyes.'' Johnny says in a gentle voice, surprising Sam. Carly's eyes eventually open and she sees that she's on the couch in the De Santa's living room.
'It was just a horrible dream, Ivory's never coming back.' Carly thought.
The thing is, she didn't truly believe it.
