They fell for it; Sam was almost astonished at how easy everyone was making this. She quickly scrambled the thought before Stanton could read it. Sam was making a big show of screaming and fighting Stanton; he'd actually dropped her once. She was still having an awesome time, giving a completely Oscar-worthy performance. They were very close to wherever Stanton was taking her. She was starting to get really tired of this hair, though. She figured a honey-ish brown, about mid-back length would be great for the role she was playing. Her hair grew and lightened; though she couldn't see it. She and Stanton materialized in front of a large building. She struggled in Stanton's grip and broke free. She took off running but he quickly took hold of her mind. She let power build inside her and she attacked, a small but fierce mental blow that made Stanton release her. She ran again, for about half a block before Stanton caught up to her. He grabbed her wrist and laughed in her face. She glared at him. It was all she could do to keep herself from showing him what she could really do. "What the hell are you laughing at?" she hissed, struggling against his grip. "Did you actually think running would work?" He laughed. "Let me go." She said, as calmly as she could. "Make me" he laughed. She could feel him in her mind. 'Get out' This only made him cackle louder. She lifted her left leg and kicked him swiftly in the groin. He cried out in pain, but didn't release her. He shook his head and dragged her back to the front of the building. She screamed and struggled, digging her nails into his arms. He turned on her. "Would you cut that out?" he asked angrily. "No." She dug her nails into his arm even harder, staring at him. Her dark green eyes so full of loathing, it actually made him drop hold of her arm. Then realizing who he was he grabbed her again, and dove into her mind. He pulled confusion from her jumble of feelings and pulled it to the front of her mind. She stopped digging her nails in his arms and the loathing vanished from her eyes. "Where am I?" she asked, then remembering what had happened her confusion was replaced by fear. Total child-like terror filled her and she screamed. He breathed in her terror. She shut her eyes for a moment and then ran. Sharp pain filled the wrist he was holding onto but she didn't stop. "Sam, please listen to me. I'm not using you," Stanton soothed, "Come up with me. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to." Sam quit struggling, she slumped her tan shoulders in defeat. Sam followed quietly behind him into the elevator. She stood as far from him as possible, but she could still feel the heat radiating from his body. The elevator doors slid open soundlessly and they stepped out onto the top floor of the building. He walked to the only door on the floor and inserted a key into the lock. He held the door open for her and she walked inside. Wow, the penthouse, she thought, impressed. She scrambled all thoughts of the well- decorated penthouse and sat down on a cream colored couch. He shut the door behind him and sat down next to her on the couch. Sam began to shiver and her voice cracked slightly as she asked, "What do you want from me?" She rose her doe-like brown eyes to his. I think I liked the green better, Stanton mused. 'I won't hurt you' he whispered through her mind He kissed her hard on the mouth, catching her by surprise. He pulled desire to the front of her mind and her somewhat resistant kiss grew passionate. He pulled back, laughing. "You like that, do you?" He smirked. "Wait till you see what's gonna happen next." He stood and Sam stood too, her green eyes focused on him. He started to lead her to the large bed in the center of the room, but, as if he couldn't contain his passion, he pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately. Sam wrapped her arms around his back and ran her hands along his back, lifting his shirt up. He kissed her neck, slowly, passionately, sweetly moving his way down.