Disclaimer: Um, Lithia Omen and I, (and since I'll probably be pulling Cresenta Lark into this eventually, her too), have decided that if for some reason (God forbid) we die, (God forbid), we'll come back as ghosts and overshadow the creators of Totally Spies and make them think evilly wonderful Scam/Sam thoughts and put them into the show. So there. :P
She shivered, trying to retain more body heat.
Damn him! He had lowered the temperature of the room she was locked in, and here she was in a mini skirt and a a T-shirt, freezing her ass off.
Why?
See, I'd love to know the answer to that question.
He was a psycho, but it didn't take her much to figure that one out.
He might be a psycho, but he's the only one who knows I want to be treated like a normal person.
She would wrap her arms around herself, but he had tied her arms down to the chair.
And he's the only person willing to treat me like one.
She sighed, doing her best to ignore the cold and the goosebumps that were popping up on her arms and legs.
... Is this what he was trying to test?
She was by far stupid, in fact she was incredibly intelligent and it didn't take her long to figure out what he was doing.
He's... He's trying to test me.
She suddenly became angry.
What!? Here I am trying to make this the best situation it could be, and he's testing me like I'm some science experiment?
How dare he?
Here I am thinking he's the only one who treats me normally, when in reality he's comparing me to lab mice!
With newfound strength she struggled out of her bonds, even though the titanium ropes dug into her skin and brought out blood.
I'm... bleeding.
And right then, she felt like he was smirking.
Looks like she's figured out that I've been testing her. Is she angry, oh what a shame. And here I thought she was smart.
He stared at her form through a screen, thanks to a video camera he had hidden in the room.
I never said I wasn't going to stop testing her.
He saw her struggling through her bonds, noting that she was bleeding at this point, and that proved someone's theory wrong: she wasn't indestructible.
Whoever came up with that idea was too much of a moron.
In this world, his world. he had no room for idiots. If you were to survive with him, you had to be smart, strong, strong-willed...
Evil.
He smirked, knowing that Sam, nor anyone else, knew of his business in the black market, where he was considered a Lord. He had a reputation to keep, both from this world and his own.
In his world, he controlled everything and everyone. If anyone was to even blink, he would have to approve of it first.
Just like he would control Samantha.
He grinned to himself, looking at her cold, bleeding body. She wouldn't even be here if it weren't for him. She wouldn't be reacting the way she was unless he made it so she did.
She was his.
He had always been interested in her, and at first it was because of her gift, her ability to remove emotion from her face, from her voice, from her eyes...
It was addicting.
He wanted to keep her for himself, just because she was his obsession.
Nothing will change that.
He would go to the end of the earth to make sure she was always his.
That's how I found you.
No one would touch her; he would brutally torture and murder any man who laid his eyes on her.
I already did.
Another smirk planted itself on his face.
Get ready for more Samantha. You have a lot more to deal with simply because I never intend to stop.
I will never let you go.
She slowly felt herself become warmer, and concluded that Scam had finally gained some sense and raised the temperature. The goosebumps were slowly going away, and she just hoped Scam didn't decide to see if she also sweated too. She would get sick immediately, although no one would know. She'd be alone and in pain on the inside, and no one would bother to help her.
It was always like that.
The pain was excruciating, and she was thankful when she saw Scam come in with bandages and other medical supplies needed to heal her cuts. He came closer to her, closer than she would like, and began holding her arms so he can gain better access to her cuts.
She was uncomfortable.
He moved his arm and wrapped it around her waist, checking for cuts along her back or torso. Seeing as she couldn't show him her discomfort, nor could she tell him because she was grateful that he decided to help, she allowed him to touch her, not seeing the smirk on Scam's face.
You're too easy to manipulate Samantha. But that's all right, it works well in my favor.
He continued to touch her, using the excuse that he needed to see where she was hurt.
She still said nothing.
He removed her bondings, allowing her to stand yet he never let his grip on her go, as if he was claiming her as his.
Is that what he's doing?
She didn't say anything and when he was finished with her bandages, he gave her the set of clothes from her suitcase that she brought with her, and directed her to the bathroom.
She didn't realize he sent her to the bathroom for the reason that he didn't want to see him taking samples of her blood.
It's my world Sam.
I do what I want.
Yea... Um, Sorry?? School just ended so I should have more time for writing. Lithia Omen (used to be Valkyrie Cain), you better be better after this chapter.
Love,
Ivy