"I know what happened, you know, with your parents," the halfa stated, his hand itching to reach out and touch her, to show her that she was not tainted. He felt that that was how she felt. He had read a few books in Jazz's room after she had been abducted and had done some research online to assist him in understanding the situation that the Goth had found herself in. She said nothing to him, staying silent as she waited for him to say more. "I know that your father, well, the man who was in the role of your father, touched you in ways that are disgusting, but that doesn't make you dirty." She looked up at him, her short hair not allowing her to hide as her eyes locked with his for a moment.
"Danny, I am disgusting," she muttered, her eyes going down again as she released the breath that she had been holding. "I didn't like what he did to me, but when he-" she shuddered. Sensing the disgust with herself and with the male who had defiled her, the halfa reached out to pull her into his arms, her body tensing for a moment before she began to struggle.
"Sam, no matter what happened," he murmured, his face pressed into the crook of her neck. She gulped at the feeling of his warm breath on her skin, but it wasn't a bad feeling, no, it felt right and while she was enjoying him holding her she still felt so dirty and that by him even being close to her, that she was tainting him. "I do not see you as anyone, but Sam... a strong, beautiful, and smart girl." She stilled at his words so he continued, knowing that he was saying the right things, the words that she needed to hear from him. "You did things that you didn't want to do and even then you were strong. You are beautiful, even if you don't think so, I know so." He pulled back to look at her, her eyes wide as tears glistened in the corner of her eyes. "You are smart enough that you managed to escape. Sam, you are going to be okay and while I can't imagine how it felt to be where you were, I know that it will haunt you for years to come, but know that whenever you find yourself hurting, or unable to cope with those feelings and images, I will be here to wipe your tears away and I will protect you from all of it."
"You really mean that," she whispered. She could feel his sincerity. She could see it in his bright blue eyes and hear it in his words. He was willing to be by her side, even knowing that she had been touched, but he didn't even know that she had been deflowered, her body used and discarded. She pushed him back, her hands resting on his chest. "You can't mean it though, not when you don't know the whole story. I am unclean and never ca-"
"I know about the time spent in the house, the things that happened," was his response, her amethyst eyes growing wide. Had he heard her rage at the officers? "I know because I was the one that caught him and he was proud of it, telling us that you were a willing participant... and that you asked him to do it..." He faded off as the look in her wide eyes changed from shock to disgust, but he wasn't aware that she felt that disgust for both of them. For her and for Jeremy. He had lied about that last part, but she hadn't fought him and while that didn't mean she was a willing person in the act, she still hadn't pushed him away.
"I don't want to talk about it," she muttered, moving to stand up, but Danny wasn't about to let her hide. He reached for her hand, but the Gothic female reared back, keeping herself at a distance. "I just want to be left alone." He wasn't able to respond as she rushed off toward his room, but the raven haired girl didn't enter his room, no, she ran past it toward the guest room just past Jazz's own room. The door clicked behind her, the sound loud to him as he fell back with a sigh. She wasn't going to let him in at this moment and while it hurt that she didn't seem to trust him, he knew that with whatever had gone on in that home, save for the rape and starvation tactics that Sam had told the officers in that interrogation room, that there was more information missing.
He could see the nightmare he had had recently, the look on Sam's face as Jeremy yanked her away from him... him powerless to stop the older male from raping the raven haired teen. Her screams still echoed around in his head as he was forced to watch the blood that spilt with each blow the male landed as he continued to ravage the small female. 'Was that really a nightmare?' he asked himself. 'He had never been to the home, only had seen pictures of it and while that might influence his subconscious, the rest of it seemed like it was real, the threat of death to him and the fear that came from Sam as she tried to silence her screams of pain. Sighing again he headed for his own room, hoping that the police had gathered more evidence on what had happened in that home to make the female in the guest room act like she was truly a bad person, that she was unlovable and at the same time he hoped to never find out because he knew that like that time he had listened to the words of abuse on the recorder... He was ready to kill someone, someone who had hurt the girl he loved. 'Love?' Did he love her? How could you love someone that you hadn't known all that long? Was it love or was it just his protective instincts kicking in for the Goth?
That night as Sam slept down the hall, the halfa found himself in that same dream as before, but he was looking at that doorway in the house, the one that had been Sam's room...
Danny sat in the corner of the room, his blue eyes taking in the small space, his gaze finding the Goth on the bed with her eyes closed. Was she sleeping? He wanted to go to her side, to check on her, but he found himself unable to move, his whole body locked in place as he watched her move, a pained groan come from the same direction. She sat up and the halfa found his anger rising, the feeling of his powers trying to flicker around him at the appearance of her body. He should feel ashamed for taking it all in, but at that moment all he could see were the marks... She whimpered as she too looked at the nail marks, the teeth marks... long red whelps that the halfa couldn't place. She grabbed the sheets sitting across her lap she covered up, but Danny could still see them... they were burned into his vision and his brain. The halfa turned as he heard the footsteps of someone, more than likely Jeremy, come from the hallway.
His gaze flickered over to her for a split second as she whispered, "Love?" It sounded like she was questioning this love and while he was curious as to whom she was speaking of, his eyes turned back to the doorway as Jeremy did indeed appear, but he wasn't alone. There was a body thrown over his shoulder, the dark haired male gaping as he realized that the body over the blond's shoulder was his own. "No!" Sam cried out as she flung herself before the older male, her sheet flying behind her small form as she landed on the floor before him. "I did what you asked! I-I didn't fight you!"
She had complied with his demands? She didn't fight him? He couldn't understand why she would do that? Danny watched at the male smirked down at her, his eyes a cold blue.
"I lied. He won't give up on finding you so I brought him to your side for one last goodbye." Tossing the teen on the ground he turned to her again as Danny soon found out the sick plans for the Goth and for him. "Won't he love to enjoy a show before he dies?" She blanched and the halfa found himself growling, though he was sure that neither occupant could hear him. "And like always you will lay there, acting like such a good girl so he dies thinking that you lied to him. That you really enjoyed all the things I did you before and couldn't wait until we could go further." He pulled out a needle and injecting the halfa with something he began to tie him up with a rope. After tying the male up he put duct tape over his mouth before dropping the limp male back onto the ground. The raven haired teen watched as the teen before him sat there, her eyes so full of confusion, fear, worry... And finally whatever hope she had died, the darkening of her eyes as she moved to grab his prone body. She whispered his name as she lay his head in her lap...
Danny opened his eyes, the sweat from the previous nightmare coating his skin as he lay there, his mind going over what he had seen. How could she have just laid there and allowed the male to do that to her?
"I did what you asked! I-I didn't fight you!"
He had asked her to comply, but what would make someone lay down and take such abuse? He couldn't seem to wrap his head around that thought.
He won't give up on finding you so I brought him to your side for one last goodbye.
She had fought this time, her screams had proven that she had not wanted him to rape her, that she had not been compliant in the abuse... at least not this time. He had even implied that before this time, before he raped her in front of the bound halfa, that she laid there, acting like she really enjoyed it so that meant that his being there was part of that agreement. What had she agreed to?
Maddie entered the guest room, the Goth laying in the bed passed out, though her small body was covered in sweat as she whimpered in her sleep. The red head moved closer to the bed, careful not to startle the small female before sitting down on the edge closest to the door. Reaching out she touched the pale girl's forehead, the simple touch ripping a scream out from the lips of the Goth as she sat up, her body immediately on alert as she scrambled backward, her body hitting the headboard. The wide gaze of amethyst was dazed as Sam stared at the woman before her, the doorway behind her being blocked as Jack stood there, his own eyes wide in confusion to the reaction of the teen.
"Sam, it's okay," the ghost hunting female promised. The raven haired female blinked at the voice, her eyes clearing up as she curled up.
"It's not okay," the teen muttered. "You shouldn't touch me...I-I'm not clean." Maddie couldn't understand what she meant so she pointed to a door at the end of the bed, telling the girl that it was the bathroom if she wanted to get cleaned up and that they still had some of the clothing that they had bought her. She nodded, not correcting what the older woman believed she meant by her comment. "Thank you, Maddie, but could I just be left alone for now?" The parents of Danny nodded and after leaving the room, the door closing behind them, the Goth sighed as she curled up further, the blankets wrapped tightly around her. Would she ever be able to allow others near her? She didn't think so. There was no way she would ever allow anyone to be tainted by her.
Looking at the clock next to her bed she laid back down, the red numbers indicating that Danny was already gone, the halfa having gone to school hours before. She forced her eyes closed as she allowed her body to slip off to sleep. It didn't take long, though like before it wasn't a restful sleep.
Later that afternoon the halfa returned, Tucker in tow. The pair headed for his room, the raven haired ghost fighter stopping at the top of the stairs, his blue gaze on the closed door where Sam was still sleeping. His mother had told him to leave her alone, that she was still getting used to being free of the male that had held her captive for those twelve months. While he stood there the techno-geek headed for the computer in Danny's room and began to work his brand of magic, hacking. It didn't take long for him to pull up what he had found, but once he realized that the halfa wasn't with him he stood up to see where Danny was.
"Danny, I have the answers to your questions," the dark skinned male stated, but Danny didn't even react, his eyes glued to the door, hoping that the small raven haired female that lay in that room would come out. He missed her, had since she had been kidnapped, but to know that she was just down the hall and he wasn't able to see her, to comfort her, was driving him crazy. "Danny!" his friend called again, this time coming out into the hall to pull the raven haired halfa into the room before shutting and locking the door. Danny raised a brow at this. He had confided to the other teen the reaction of Sam to his words the day before and the techno-geek had worked during lunch to find the information regarding the house that Sam had been kept in and had found something that he had said would be better viewed in the privacy of the halfa's room.
Danny followed his friend to the desk, the dark skinned male sitting down before the screen which now revealed a familiar room. It was the same room that Sam had been kept in! It was a video of the small space where the pair of males could see the raven hair of Sam peeking out from under the sheets that shook slightly as Tucker pushed the button to play it, a warning that he hadn't seen it yet. "In fact, while I am at it, I don't think I want to see it," Tucker muttered at the look on the halfa's face. He was pissed off, the thought that the blond male had recorded the violence that he had done to the female. He didn't want to Tucker to see the naked Goth, her small whimpers so faint that at first the halfa thought he was hearing things.
Tucker got up quickly and sitting on the bed turned his back on the image playing on the screen as Danny forced himself to watch the image before him...
Jeremy walked into the room, his eyes falling on the Goth hiding under the sheets, before approaching her hidden form. As soon as he was standing before the bed, the halfa could see the black whip in the older male's hand, the long spine dragging on the carpet. "Oh, Samantha," he said, his tone cold and yet you could hear the excitement he was feeling having power over the girl. It was night outside the window, but it appeared like all the lights were on, the hallway lit up and Sam's room brightly lit. There wasn't a single shadowed corner, everything as exposed at the raven haired teen. "You don't want to play?" he asked. "Maybe your little boyfriend would like to join in on the fun?" The Goth sat up, the blankets moving off of her face as she revealed her head.
"Y-Yes, I want-t to play," she muttered, her lips twitching as she forced a smile on her face. Anyone could see that it was just barely staying, her lips fighting to stay in the pleasant façade even as she shivered.
"Oh, is Samantha cold?" he asked, the whip coming out from behind his back as he towered over her. She tried to force herself to stay still, but she couldn't seem to stop the small shakes taking over her body. "Stop shivering," he said, his voice soft and calm. Danny could see the fire flicker in her amethyst orbs before she whispered something to him. "What did you say to me?!" he growled, the whip coming down to strike her legs, blood immediately seeping thru the white sheets. Danny noted that there were dark spots littering the sheets that Sam still held to her body, the fire dying in her eyes, or at least dimming.
"I'm sorry, m-my master," she said, her form still slightly shaking while she tried to remain calm. He could see the fear in her eyes, but in that fear was hope. She was still hopeful, but when the halfa looked down at the bottom of the screen he could see that the date revealed that this was just after she had been abducted. How many times had she gone thru this? How many times had she been struck with the whip in his hand.
"Good," he muttered while is free hand began to work on his pants, the halfa feeling disgust well up in him, his stomach warning him that it would blow if he watched this video, if he watched the teen just down the hall being violated, but he couldn't turn away. He forced himself to view it, to watch as the blond forced the raven haired girl to perform fellatio on him, her body shuddering in disgust as her eyes welled with tears. As she was doing this, the male was brandishing the whip, each strike making the raven haired male wince in the imaginary pain he could feel twitch across his body. Sam was trying so hard not to bite down at the pain inflicted on her. The blond groaned, his body tensing, but before she could finish he thrust her away from him, the whip tossed to the side as he assulted the teen female.
Tucker was still on the bed, the sounds and words filling his own brain, the imagery something he was glad he wasn't watching, but he worried for the other teen as the sound continued to play for another five minutes before a growl of rage was heard, the power coming off the halfa so powerful that the whole room was frozen in a matter of seconds. The ice that surrounded the males gleamed, the techno-geek risking a glance at Danny to find the halfa standing before the frozen screen, the image reflecting back was of Sam again curled up under the blankets, fresh blood bleeding thru the sheets.