Disclaimer: Fck my ap test is tomorrow. freaks out

Is this really what it comes to?

She was stuck chained to the wall, her right arm still bandaged where Tim had … drilled into her. He said he didn't dig deep enough to break her bones, but just enough to prove that she had a drill in her, twisting the skin of her body.

Is this how it ends?

She wasn't stupid, no, she was far from it. She knew that once Scam had his fill of pain and misery that was emitted from her, he would kill her off.

As if he'd really let her go…

No, he wouldn't. There was no way…

Was there?

No! No, no, no. In here, there was no room for hope.

She had figured that out once she realized Scam wouldn't mind drilling a hole into her arm.

"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."

The only thing she couldn't figure out was why he had put anesthesia on her.

What's his plan? Why doesn't he want me to feel pain?

Is this all a show?

A game?

Some sick form of entertainment? Does he get some sort of amusement in putting me in pain that I can't feel?

I don't understand… what is he plotting? What could he possibly be plotting that revolves around this…?

Even more so… why would he care if I got revenge or not? What's his deal? Why is he doing the things he's doing? Why would it matter if I went back? What is it to him?

I doubt he cares… so what could it be?

Countless thoughts flew into her head as she was alone by herself in the white room. She didn't know how many hours it had been, but she was tired, exhausted, and slightly in pain.

I just want to go home.

She shut her eyes, trying to block the room's white walls from her mind, trying to ignore the pain in her arm, trying to put herself back into her own room where no one could hurt her.

Where everything is normal…

She didn't look up when she heard the door opening. Only one person was here, and that person was not someone who could help.

She heard him shuffling and moving around, and soon a table was in front of her, with various items on it, them being a knife, more padding gauze, disinfectant, what she presumed to be anesthesia, (so she assumed she wasn't on video at the moment, seeing as Scam would probably not put on anesthesia in front of Jerry, Clover, and Alex), water, a water bottle, a towel, and other items he would need.

"Would you like to sleep for this?" He asked her suddenly, his voice echoing in the room.

She shrugged, and even with the anesthesia, she didn't want to feel the pain.

Who would want to?

He chuckled, finding her amusing. Since she wasn't staring at him, she didn't notice that his mouth was close to her cheek, barely brushing it.

"Should I assume that as a no?"

Her eyes immediately moved to stare at him, full of anger and pain.

His eyes stared back at her, full of trickery and amusement. A slight smirk played on his lips.

He's teasing me.

She didn't say anything about their closeness, knowing that he would simply torment her about it. So she kept her mouth shut, not reacting, (or trying not to), to his fingers lightly brushing against her hip, slowly making their way up her body to her left arm.

"I'll stay awake."

She might as well keep an eye on him; she didn't want to know what he put in her last time.

His smirk made it so his face was touching hers, but he didn't seem to mind. Their cheeks both touched, leaving her mouth to his ear and vise versa.

"Good… you're finally learning to face your fears."

It's everything but.

"You're going to have to put your acting skills to the test…Think you can do it?"

Translation?

He was going to show Jerry, Alex, and Clover.

She sighed and looked down, telling him the answer. Quickly putting on the anesthetic, he smirked and walked out of the room, even though he had the remote to control the video camera on him, at his disposal.

He just wanted to see her reaction.

He looked through the two-way mirror just in time to see a tear fall from her eye, down her cheek.

Hmm… a tear would normally bring out certain emotions in a human who was in his position. Regret, sorrow, sympathy, pity…

But he wasn't a normal human was he?

Another smirk graced his features when he saw her cry. A sense of… pride, accomplishment, filled him, giving him satisfaction for the day.

"A job well done." He whispered to himself, finally pressing the button to turn on the live video feed.

He walked into the room slowly, making his entrance something worth remembering. He made his way to Sam, inwardly debating on turning on the sound, but decided to do so once he whispered something else to her.

"Don't mess this up."

The look in her eyes told him she wouldn't.

He picked up the knife, giving it a look over before twirling it around in his hand, watching as Sam's eyes followed its movement. A look of fear was replaced with her previous glare, and he inwardly smirked as he secretly commented her.

One of his hands moved to his pocket, feeling the chip hidden inside.

He inwardly smirked again.

This plan was flawless.

"Don't… don't you dare!" She screamed out, her screams convincing. If he hadn't told her to act, he wouldn't have even realized she was acting.

Hm, perfect.

Having already applied the anesthesia, he happily cut away at her arm, her screams being music to his ears. He was even happier knowing the Jerry and her two friends were watching this, probably mortified, (or petrified at the fact that they had a perfect view of her arm being cut off), and cut away even more.

She shut her eyes, playing her part, the role she was given.

Perfect… He thought, coming closer so that the camera couldn't see what he was doing to the cut.

Stealthily, he took out the chip in his pocket, it being circular and small enough to fit inside the cuts, (square shaped, so that the skin would come off), and placed it inside, and soon it turned into small molecular pieces that was absorbed into her blood. He replaced the square shaped skin that was taken off, and continued to cut away at her arm, letting out a maniacal laugh as he listened to Sam's cries of pain.

He finally ended the live video feed, and turned off the sound. He put the bloodied knife on the table, letting in clang and allowing the sound to echo across the room.

"Congratulations… I didn't think you had it in you." He said, giving her the water bottle and putting it to her mouth, letting her drink out of it. After she was done, the look in her eyes telling him that she was grateful, he put the water bottle away and began to heal the square cut, (where the skin had come off) by stitching it together.

She would soon regret allowing him to use a knife.

And if she didn't…

Then the plan is working.

Heh, perfect.

Dear Cresenta's Lark and Valkyrie Cain: I gave you both three guesses to guess which story I was writing, and you both got it wrong. But you do realize that you could have figured out what story I was writing next (I said chapter, so you should know it wasn't a one shot) because you guessed my three current stories, and there was only one left.

This one.

Anyway, to everyone else, please review. Hope you enjoyed it!

Love,

Ivy