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What a big shame....

Anywhoosens, glad to hear about how much you are liking the whole Sam being kidnapped. A bunch of suspense and cuteness on the way XD

For those waiting to see if Sam is okay...

ENJOY!!!~ XD

Now...

Her eyes flickered open to see herself tied to a chair. There was a bright light shining down on her. Her arms were sore and were behind her tied together on her wrists. Her legs were weak and had blue bruises on them. The silk nightgown she was wearing was the only thing bright on her body. Every other area on her body was dark, like she was beaten all over.

Then, she stared at the bloody circle near her vein. It seemed to be stabbed.

Sam remembered it all.

She tried to stay calm and strong, but how could she? She had been kidnapped, drugged, and beaten all over. This wasn't a time to be strong. It was a time to realize what had happened.

I've been kidnapped by Scam... she thought. He drugged me, bruised me, and now has taken me to his lair... She tried moving around, but it seemed like she was stuck. She couldn't see anything in front of her.

"Okay, Scam, show yourself!" Sam shouted.

"I'm sorry," a voice sighed.

"Huh?" Sam gasped. "Who is that? Where are you?"

The lights turned on around her. Sam closed her eyes, because the light was bright and it burned her eyes. She opened her left eye after some time.

She dropped her mouth in awe at Scam's lair. It was a typical lair, with the metal walls and the metal tables surrounded everywhere. However, there was also a touch of home. There appeared to be all sorts of rooms, as well as there was a kitchen that looked like a replica of something straight out of a Martha Stewart magazine. There was an open glass paneled shower. A couch was resting on the other side of the lair. A large screen television was on the wall. She turned and looked around her. The chair she was tied to was against a wall near a table with some essentials that looked too familiar to her. There was WOOHP gadgets not to mention some clothing that looked all too much like her own.

"Ah, you must be the redhead the master talks... I mean complains about," a voice from across the room snickered. There was a large panel computer. It was beeping. "Samantha? Correct?"

"Yes, that's my name," Sam questioned. "But what... who are you?"

"My apologies!" it spoke. "I am the Supreme Managing Intelligence Tower; also known as S.M.I.T. I am the computer device that keeps everything in order here at Master Scam's office."

"SMIT?" Sam chuckled. "As in Mac Smit? The code-name Scam used?"

"He really isn't very creative, Samantha," SMIT laughed in agreement.

"Huh..." Sam sighed. "You're awfully friendly for being a computer of Tim Scam..."

"Well, I was created before..." SMIT responded in a bleak voice. "Before the incident."

"What incident?"

"Classified Information..." SMIT spoke. "I have been told to make you feel as comfortable as you should be before Master Scam returns." A robot came zooming out of the wall. In its arm, it had a pair of scissors. It cut the rope tied around Sam's wrist and scurried back into the wall.

Sam twirled her arms around. She massaged the area which the rope was tied. She cracked her neck. She didn't want to stand up. She was afraid to. Will some sort of high laser alarm turn on if I stand on the floor?

"You can walk around, Miss Samantha," rang the voice of SMIT. "Nothing here will harm you."

"The marks on my arms and the drugs that were injected into me beg to differ!" Sam shouted.

The room was silent. The computer just blinked, not answering to Sam's assertion. Sam's breathing was hard. She didn't understand why she was here, she didn't understand why she was still alive, and she didn't understand why Scam had left her in this computer's hands.

Suddenly, a large sound started to rumble in the lair. It sounded like a gurgling monster. Sam stared down at her stomach. She hadn't eaten lunch or dinner from the night before. She was hungry.

"Would you like some nutrients, Miss Samantha?" SMIT laughed. "There is a fully stocked kitchen to the right of you."

Sam turned to find exactly what SMIT has said. The Martha Stewart kitchen shined bright from the steel fridge to the recently waxed floors. There were cherry wood cabinets and a little cherry wood island in the middle.

I shouldn't get up, Sam thought. It's a trap. Obviously, he's trying to lure me away from thinking logically. I could step on the floor and a giant metal cage come down or something to that nature....

Then again, the computer did send a robot to release me... Why would he do that? Well, he's obviously a stupid computer that realized I was already captured. Sam's stomach growled..... I'll use his stupidity for my advantage.

"Very well," Sam sighed. She swallowed her pride. She took a deep breath and placed one foot on the ground.

Nothing happened. Sam sighed and placed both feet on the ground. Still nothing. She smiled and walked over to the kitchen. There was something liberating about this. She was inside Tim Scam's lair. True, she was his hostage, but she could basically do whatever she wanted.

It's the only way I'm going to be able to get out of here, Sam pondered. I know Jerry said no, but it is going to be the only way to escape this prison.... I'm going to have to execute Mission Enemy Territory myself...

It's against Jerry's orders. But I am really living inside enemy territory for who knows how long before I can escape. I have to make Tim Scam fall in love with me...

She knew what she was doing was immoral, inconsiderate, and impossible. To seduce someone who had tried to take over the world several dozens of times. But she had to comply. The welfare of her friends, her family, and the world rested on her shoulders. If only there were another way, some other point of strategy, but there wasn't. She had scanned through every possibility but it was hopeless. She was to be a distraction. To give her teammates just enough time to save the day, she would have to put herself in harm's way. In the arms of a monster, a madman, an evil corrupted rodent of a man who only received happiness from seeing other people suffer.

Over the next few hours, Sam became familiar with every area of Tim's lair, beside the places off limits, according to SMIT. Sam had actually grown accustomed to the computer, even though she had only been inside the lair for a few hours. She felt like he was going to be her only connection to the outside world.

Sam was sitting on a couch, trying to plan her next move on how to escape. Suddenly, a bright light opened on the other side of the room. A part of the wall started falling down.

"Glad to see you are getting use to my humble home, Miss Samantha," smirked a familiar face from the light. "Seeing as you're going to be here until... well as long as I say"

"Scam!" Sam shouted. "What have you done? Why have you brought me here! I thought we had an agreement."

"Samantha, I told you..." he smirked. "Call me Tim. And besides, you know as well as I do, that I myself couldn't let you, a young woman, get away with defeating a criminal like me. Bad for my reputation, you know."

"Screw your reputation, and I refuse calling you that because I only call people I am decent and polite to by their first name," Sam growled. "Something I never intend to do to you."

"Whatever floats your boat, Samantha," Tim sighed. "In the meantime, the room next to the kitchen is yours to use however you please. Enjoy your stay." He walked over to a dark area of the lair, part of the off-limits. "By the way, dinner is at 7 o'clock. Don't be late."

He walked into his quarters.

Sam pouted and growled for the next few minutes and stormed into what she presumed was her living arrangements till who knows when. The room was charming, looking almost completely identical to her own room at her house. She didn't really appreciate the 'art' of it at the moment.

Sam plopped herself on her bed and shouted into a pillow.

She needed some time alone right now.

WELL!!! There you have it, Chapter 10!!! XD

It's hard to believe 'Enemy Territory' has ten chapters, but it does!!! XD

YAY!!!!

My apologies on how late I made this. I know I usually write in a few days, but the longer the story goes, the harder it takes to write to keep up with how it's going. Who else knows what I'm saying out there???

Anyway, for those who remember 'dark Sam', check out Redheaded Devil's author page and scroll to see it.

AMAZING STUFF!!!!! XD

Anyway, wait for my next installment, whenever that is. I said Sam needed some time alone ;) who knows how long that will last. She is kind of mad. lol

Once again, thank you ALL for your amazing reviews and your dedication XD

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