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I knew that Scarlett knew something about Mal that I didn't know, so I gave her the new information. "Now will you tell me what's up with him? He said he wasn't Mal right then, and then when he was back to normal, he muttered something about someone ruining something."

Scarlett surveyed me for a moment. Finally, she said "Since you've found out this much, I suppose there's no point in not explaining things. But you need to keep this secret. No one else in this place can know, and you can't tell him that you know, either."

I rolled my eyes. "Stop treating me like a little kid, Scarlett! Why the hell would I tell him I know something when I specifically asked him what happened and he wouldn't tell me? And who else would I tell? I only really talk to Duncan, and he wouldn't be interested."

Scarlett sighed. "All right, Bailey. Here it is; he suffers from Disassociative Identity Disorder."

I looked at her blankly.

"Mal is one of several personalities in the same person." Scarlett explained. "I don't know exactly how they developed, but you must have seen one of his other personalities."

I frowned. "So...why is he here, and not in a mental hospital?"

"They didn't deem him dangerous enough, for some reason." Scarlett said. "I don't know the specifics, but I know that he does have sessions with a psychiatrist who is trying to help him."

"Like that'll do any good." I scoffed, not really taking in what that meant. "Mal is the dominant personality, right? I saw one other personality for, like, two seconds, and that's it."

Scarlett shook her head. "Dominant at the moment, only. Mal is one personality. He's not the original – he's more of an outlet for the original personality's feelings of resentment and hate...and desire and lust, it seems from what you tell me."

I frowned again. "So...who's the original personality? What is he like?"

"I don't know what he's like." Scarlett admitted. "What did he say to you again?"

"He told me to stay away from him, and that he was dangerous." I answered. "I think it must have been because he knew that Mal was going to come back, and that he was dangerous."

Scarlett gave a nod. "That makes sense. I don't know his name, but I do know that he was a law-abiding citizen. If he regains control of himself, he will be released from juvie."

My third month in juvie began. Two thirds of my time was over, but my troubles were just beginning. There was no way Mal was going to leave me alone, and there was no way I was going to tell anyone to send me somewhere else just because of him. I had to prove he didn't get to me.

The only problem was, he was getting to me. On the first day of the month, he didn't tell me to take my T-shirt off. No, he pulled it off by force, reaching down to the collar and pulling. He was quite a bit taller than me, so it was easy. After he ordered me down to the usual position, he reached underneath me and unsnapped my bra.

"No!" I cried out. Mal clamped one hand over both of my breathing areas.

"I don't like to hear that word when I do something." he hissed. "And this is a warning. If you think you can't breathe now, you won't be breathing for a lot longer if you ever try to tell me no." He took his hand away.

"I didn't mean to say it." I tried to explain. "I meant-"

Mal stopped me with his deep chuckle. "You're just amazing, Bailey. You're proof that I'm really just as dangerous as everyone says. Look at yourself, trying desperately to explain yourself because I threatened you. Last month, you would have tried to get away. Either I'm worse than anyone thought, or you're more pathetic than I guessed."

Those words made me see red. "Call me pathetic one more time and I won't do this again." I hissed, pushing myself up and reaching for my bra and T-shirt.

Mal acted quickly. He caught both of my wrists in one hand, pushing them together painfully, and pressed his thumb to the tip of my left C-cup. Instinctively, I tried to pull away, but no matter what I did, he wouldn't let go. "Oh, Bailey." he sighed in mock pity. "Haven't you realized yet that threats don't work on me? Although not being able to do this to you is not exactly what I would like." He massaged the flesh he was touching, pressing, rubbing, moving it around. "Now tell me," he whispered, "How does it feel to you when I do this?" When I didn't answer straightaway, he lowered his head down to the right one, and bit down. "I asked you a question." he whispered when I let a whimper escape.

"Painful." I lied, but gasped when he twisted the right one. That sensation was painful, and new enough so that I didn't welcome it.

"Stop lying." Mal murmured dangerously. "If you don't, maybe I won't be able to tell if you're telling the truth when you say you don't want any more broken limbs. Now tell me again, how does my hand on your boob feel?" He massaged it more, making the feeling I was getting become more intense.

"Good." I managed to gasp out.

"Right answer." Mal said, finally sounding less threatening.

That wasn't the last time he stripped everything from my top half. In fact, he did it for the rest of the week. In the second, he made me take off my jeans, too. And in the third week, he, for once, took off the blue T-shirt he always wore.

And every day, he wanted the same outcome. I didn't want to want more, but he was forcing me. Every time he did something new, he asked me how it felt. And only a few times did I really not like it – and when I didn't, Mal would find it amusing and do it a few more times, although he'd never do it another day.

On the topic of feeling things I didn't want to feel, I was forced to admit to myself that I had to be attracted to this crazy person. With his clothes, he just looked like a lamp post, tall and thin. But then I saw him without a shirt...and suddenly, he was a tanned masterpiece – ripped, with the most amazing muscle I'd ever seen on someone so skinny.

And slowly, so slowly I barely realized it, I was starting to fall for him.

Uh-oh, Bailey. What will happen next? Stay tuned to find out!