It was pure torment. Every minute of every day Sam had to keep her eyes open for him. Whoever he was. "I hope you are enjoying this.." She grumbled glaring at the wall.

He smirked hearing her voice through the camera. "Of course I am Samantha." He would have wanted nothing more than to go over there right now, and let her know that it was him. Him, doing all this. Just for her.

He sighed running a hand through his hair.

He had to be patient. He didn't want his plan to fall apart now. He was too far along to change his mind. And besides. In a few hours she would know who he was.

And then the real fun could begin.

Sam sighed hoping he would call. If she could just hear his voice, she had a feeling she would know who he was. "If I only knew who he was." She pouted, then once again stopped remembering what he said about her pouting.

There was really no point in waiting around for him to begin his daily torture, she might as well get on with her life. As well as she could with him stalking her. She considered telling W.O,O.H.P about this. Jerry would no doubt be able to help her.

But somehow she couldn't bring herself to tell. And that bothered her.

A lot.

Sam sighed as she walked to her room. She stopped midway when she noticed a strange ornament on her Christmas tree.

A black envelope.

Sam ran to the tree and carefully grabbed the envelope. She took a deep breath and opened it, hoping that this time she would finally know who he was:

.::.

Take a look around,

I'm everywhere around you.

I run inside you,

I'm even near you when you're asleep.
there is no separating of you from me.

Try if you like,

your attempts will end in vain.

Why fight it?

Accept it,

because you need me,

as much as I want you.

Love,

Your Deadly Admirer

.::.

Sam froze. Okay so he was sounding more obsessed than over, but that was normal right? She shivered. "Bu why do I have a feeling I really know this guy." She was about to walk away from the tree when she noticed a larger gift box sitting under it.

Of course there were other boxes but she couldn't miss this one. It was wrapped in black wrapping paper, with red ribbon, a matching envelope that was much to familiar to her attached to the side. The words Deadly Admirer was written on the top.

She bent down picking it up. It was kind of heavy. She sat down on the floor and carefully pulled apart the wrapping. She was greeted with a black cardboard box. Sam opened the lid and raised an eyebrow. It looked like...

A code pad and cleaning supplies.

"Okay.." Sam didn't quite understand what the cleaning supplies were for, but she knew the code pad was a clue. She picked it up studying it. It was from a W.O.O.H.P prison. She sighed. A W.O.O.H.P criminal.

Really there was only one way to find out who he was.

But it required her to do something wrong.

If she wanted to find out who this was, her secret admirer she would have to hack into the W.O.O,H.P database. Sam bit her lip wondering whether or not she should. But she had to know. Sam walked over to her computer and sighed before beginning. This was wrong. So wrong. But it was the only way.

Sam hacked into the W.O.O.H.P system. It took her a while because she kept scolding herself for doing this. Finally she reached the listings for the prison cells. She did a quick scan for the numbers:

3845 274646 25

Her heart almost stopped when she saw the computer flash the words "MATCH" on the screen. This was it. Sam took a deep breath and clicked on the show icon.

She almost died when she saw the name on the screen.

TIMOTHY SCAM

"What!" Sam moved back from the compute screen in shock. "No. No! This can't be right. It has to be a mistake!" She ran another search for the number. Once again the only match was Tim Scam. "Scam?" Sam whispered still to much in shock to believe this. "I don't understand. The admirer said he loved me. This can't be right."

Sam bit her lip. But the W.O.O.H.P database was always a hundred percent accurate. Which meant that it had to be him. Sam stood up from her chair trembling from shock. Scam was after her. There was no way he wanted anything less than revenge.

She sank on the floor in front of the latest gift he'd sent her. All this time, it was Scam and she hadn't been able to figure it out. Until he had decided to let her know. Sam narrowed her eyes at the word admirer.

This was all a joke.

Somewhere in her heart that hurt. She would have hoped at the least that this person cared about her. But Scam? She scoffed. "The only thing he cares about is me dying." All the gifts he has sent her, well most of them had been lethal. Dangerous to her or others in some way.

It was all an attempt to kill her.

Sam glared at the wall. "Fine who cares about him any way. I'll make him pay for this. If he thinks he can get away with this kind of joke he's wrong." Her gaze went down to the cleaning supplies. What were they for? Sam sighed picking up a bottle of cleaner. Her eyes narrowed when she saw some words written underneath it:

'YOU MAY WANT TO USE THESE."

She grit her teeth in annoyance not making much of this latest present. She sighed snatching the last part of the gift, the envelope. She pulled it open while cursing under her breath. Now when she thought about it, Scam was just about the smartest man she knew, and she had known that it had to be someone smart behind this.

"Stop complimenting him you idiot." she muttered to herself as she read the contents of the black envelope he had just sent her:

.::.

I know you know who I am,

it's clear enough.

So I'm coming to you.

There is no point in running,

I'll find a way to get to you.

Love,

Your Deadly Admirer - T.S

.::.

Sam shivered when she saw the words he had written. Sam froze. Okay so he was sounding more obsessed than over, but that was normal right? She sighed. He was going to come after her. "Oh God what do I do?" She stared at the letter again her eyes resting on T.S. The same initials that were on the dagger she had gotten. She had mindlessly passed them off then. "Why? Why didn't I pay closer attention!" Sam closed her eyes in agony.

He was coming after her. Who knew when? What if he was outside her door right now? Sam shivered standing up and walking upstairs. She needed to think about what to do. Sam pushed open the door to her bedroom and turned on the light. She froze.

Her eyes widened.

Everywhere on her white walls were written three words in black and red:

YOU ARE MINE

Sam couldn't even move. She stood frozen to her spot her mouth open and her eyes staring at the words. Never had she felt so weak and defenceless. So controlled. Sam bit her lip trying to stay strong. Tim watched her from the hidden camera in her room.

Her standing there frozen in time. Seeing that, he knew he had made his point. "That's right Samantha you are mine." He watched her face go red from anger. He saw her lips move and he recognized the word she said. 'Bastard." He chuckled. So he had managed to make her angry again.

Sam glared at the walls one more time before going downstairs to get a cleaner. Sam sighed when she got upstairs putting some cleaner on a sponge and moving to one of the areas where the words were written. She dabbed the area and scrubbed against it. She frowned when the words stayed there.

Sam glared scrubbing harder. "Ugh they are not coming off!" She gave up a minute later and went back downstairs to get another cleaner. She tried that one instead. Again, it didn't work. She grit her teeth in annoyance and he watched her glaring.

On her third trip downstairs her gaze fell upon the cleaning supplies he had sent her. She groaned somehow knowing these would work. She was also sure that if she used them he'd laugh if he saw her. "Who cares. I need to get those walls cleaned." She picked up the supplies carrying them to her room.

Dabbing her sponge with his cleaner she placed it over the word, and the word began to fade. Sam did a

silent cheer which he saw and smirked.

Sam sighed knowing that this was going to take all day, and she was already tired. She scrubbed the wall while glaring and swearing at the man who caused this. "Idiot." She mumbled. "Jerk." Sam scrubbed harder. "Ass."

He only chuckled as he watched her swear at him. All red-faced and angry. He found it very amusing. It didn't take her long to fall asleep from exhaustion. Working at her hardest she was only able to get half of it cleaned. Which left half of her walls covered with the declaration that she belonged to him.

Tim smirked coming out of his hiding place and walking over to the sleeping girl. He bent down and picked her up carrying her to her bed. Placing her there he pulled the blanket over her to keep her warm. Sam sighed in her sleep finally at rest.