Disclaimer: I would say I wouldn't have to write stories if I owned TS, but if I did own it, wouldn't I be writing scripts anyways??

To be honest, as much as he wanted to cut half her neck and leave her hanging, just like what was done in previous times when guillotines weren't cleaned of gore, he… couldn't bear to see her in pain.

Do I…hm…

He needed to do something; he had a show after all.

Still watching her struggle through the two way mirror, with her unknowing of what was to come, he fiddled with the drill in his hand, wondering if he should really do this to her. Was he really so cruel as to hurt someone to gain revenge for another?

Could he hurt someone so … beautiful and smart as she was?

Oh wait, yes he could!

He smirked, sighing and entering the room, enjoying the look on Samantha's face.

"What the hell are you doing? Let me GO!"

He raised an eyebrow, slowly walking towards her to build dramatic affect. "I thought you wanted revenge?" She furrowed her eyebrows.

"Yea but—"

"So…" He lifted the drill, turning it on and watching it spin quickly. "I'm letting you get it."

Her eyes widened as he pressed himself against her, his mouth only inches away from hers.

"Only, not in the way you imagined." He whispered, knowing he had turned the audio feed back on.

And as he brought the spinning drill closer to her forearm, he ignored the brutal screams she yelled into his ear as she realized what he was going to do, and smirked as he knew the live video feed was still on, letting Jerry and her little spy friends see everything that was going to happen to their little Sammie.

"NO! LET ME GO!" She began to thrash around, trying to remove him from her and trying to get away even though she was stuck on the wall. "NO! NOOOO!!"

Her screams filled the room as he lazily smirked, bringing the drill closer.

With one hand behind his back, he pressed a button to turn off the video feed, just as the drill came in contact with Sam's skin.

"Sam!!" Both Alex and Clover cried out as the video feed was cut off.

"Jerry we have to find her!" The teary-eyed Clover screamed, her legs giving out beneath her as she cried for her best friend.

No one spoke in the room; the only sounds were the muffled cries of Clover and Alex. "We will Clover. We will."

Jerry gulped as a tear fell from his eye.

She blinked her eyes before waking up, and she hissed as she felt a stinging pain in her right arm. She looked towards said destination, only to find a padding gauze covering the area, with small bits of blood seeping through.

What?

"I see you're awake." As her eyes glanced to the man who had spoken, memories came back to her in a flood. His talk of revenge, the drill…

But why don't I remember pain?

"What?" She gulped as his face came closer to hers, his cheek touching hers, while his lips moved against her ear.

"Are you happy with your revenge?"

Flashbacks danced across her mind, reminding her of what happened.

"Wha—"

"There's more to come you know. That's not the end." He whispered to her, both his hands on opposite sides of her heads. He moved his head back, staring into her green eyes with his sea foam ones. "It might hurt a bit afterwards, but what's a good revenge without a little pain?"

"You mean—"

"Yes, they saw the whole thing. I'm sure they're ready to bow down to you right about now. So, which method of torture would you like next? It won't hurt too much at the time with all the anesthesia I've put on you, but I suppose since you're the one getting hurt, the weapon should be your choice. Personally, I think a knife would be wonderful, but—"

"Stop!"

"I thought you wanted revenge."

"Okay, and we got it! As if they don't feel bad enough! So let me go and let this be the end!"

The two stayed silent for a minute, glaring at each other, waiting for the other one to crack. Scam snarled, his eyes narrowed.

"You think that this is the end?" He moved his face closer to hers, their lips a millimeter apart. If she even moved forward, their lips would touch, and she wasn't looking forward to that anytime soon…

"Don't you realize…" He breathed over her. "That once you go back, they'll fawn over you for a month, maybe less… and then, on another mission, you'll see me again, just because they'll leave you here again. 'Oh, nothing happened to her before. It's okay now!'" He mocked. "Don't you realize… that's what's going to happen to you? To me? All because you don't want to hurt them? What about how they hurt you?"

Her eyes were cast downwards, contemplating what he was saying.

"Honestly Samantha… you think your friends care for you? They don't!"

She shut her eyes, gulping and realizing that he was telling the truth. Why else would they have left her here?

"Maybe…" she breathed out, trying to come up with an excuse.

It couldn't be true! It couldn't be!

"They… they…"

"An emergency came up and they left you here? I doubt it."

She stayed silent as he removed himself from her and walked out the door, slamming it with a BAM!

Another few minutes of silence passed, and she weakly called out his name.

"Scam?"

He stared at her through the two-way mirror, before deciding to come in.

"Yes?"

"… The knife is fine."

Um… dammit, it IS looking like Stalker. NO! I refuse to let that HAPPEN!!

Well, it wasn't actually supposed to be this way. She was supposed to get hurt. Painfully.

But yea… SSSH! NO ONE ELSE HAS TO KNOW BUT ME AND MY REVIEWERS!! (my reviewers and I, same shit.)

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Love,

Ivy