Disclaimer: Um, Lithia Omen and I, (and since I'll probably be pulling Cresenta Lark into this eventually, her too), have decided that if for some reason (God forbid) we die, (God forbid), we'll come back as ghosts and overshadow the creators of Totally Spies and make them think evilly wonderful Scam/Sam thoughts and put them into the show. So there. :P
He twirled the small pocketknife he was holding, spinning it around and performing various tricks with it. He smirked when he thought of his plan, his next step for his revenge against WOOHP.
Hm, perhaps I should give you false hope Samantha. Should I tell you I'm going to let you go free after our charade is over?
Should I lie to you like I have been lying this whole time?
After all, it's only part of the game we're playing. It's only a step that needs to be done to complete our dance.
His mind drifted to Jerry and Sam's friends, and how they must've reacted to his recent... adventures with his Samantha.
Hm... I'm sure they've all gone off their rockers by now. They're probably tormented by what they think is the truth, what I've done to make them think it's the truth. She's hurt, she's in pain, as if. In reality she's just dancing along with me, and the two of us are deceiving you Jerry. We're the dancers, and you're just part of the audience. You have no say in what will happen, but any step we make can affect everything.
He grinned to himself, thinking of his next "adventure".
I'm going to "hurt" her in such a way Jerry, that even you'll think it's too late to save her. If you somehow manage to get her back in your grip, which i refuse to allow by the way, she'll be too "broken". She'll be a dead shell, because her soul, her mind, will always be with me no matter where her body goes.
He looked at Sam through the two-way mirror. He had already fed her, not minding the task.
I'm the only person she can depend on. No one else.
He kept on twirling the knife, eyeing Samantha's clothing.
This is going to be fun.
Taking the remote that turned on audio and visual, Scam entered the room, still twirling the knife.
"You know what to do." He commented, shutting the door. Walking closer to her, he twirled the knife in front of her face, watching her squirm.
She nodded, her eyes closed, before opening them and sighing.
Will he ever let me go?
The smirk on his face gave her the answer.
A small red dot appeared, giving her the signal.
Why am I still doing this?
She began breathing heavily, a fear of look overcoming her eyes.
No words were said.
"S-stop."
He smirked. "Beg."
Her eyes widened, and she thrashed against him, trying to let herself free.
They both knew it wouldn't work.
She watched him continue to play with the knife, yet all she could hear was her panting breath.
"P-p-please stop!" She cried out.
He grinned.
"Not good enough."
He grabbed her shirt, leaving her to shriek.
"W-what are you doing?"
He smirked. "Watch."
He cut off the top of her shirt.
She screamed.
"STOP! NOW!" She struggled against him, leaving him to cut off more bits and pieces of her shirt yet a lot of it remained on her.
"PLEASE!" She began to cry, no longer acting. She was truly afraid at this point.
She screamed louder, wanting Clover and Alex and Jerry and anyone else to hear her, to save her. She was tired of playing this game. She wanted to go home where she would be safe from his attacks.
He smirked once more before planting his lips on hers.
She continued to struggled even though she was trying to resist his newest attack, (something that she found hard to do for reasons she couldn't understand). His knife cut away to other parts of her clothing, giving the impression that he was going to rape her.
And it's probably working.
His hands travelled down her sides, stopping at her waist while one hand travelled up her back, gripping her hair and pulling her head back. His lips moved from hers down her cheek to the back of her neck, biting in different areas just so make sure that anyone who saw her knew she was his.
"S-s-s-stop--", yet she wasn't able to continue her sentence as he bit down into her neck, licking and sucking on the area before moving to the other side of her neck.
His hand moved up the remains of her shirt, moving higher and higher, and then the red light went off.
The audio and visual recording had stopped, finally. Sam sighed, relaxing her voice a little before she realized that Scam hadn't stopped.
He kissed her again, his tongue dancing with hers, his hand travelling higher until he reached her--
"STOP!" She had removed his lips from hers and stared at him, confused. "The camera is off, what the hell are you doing?" She asked. She was only greeted with a smirk, before leaning into her neck, his body pressed against hers, allowing him to whisper in his ear as he played with her more.
"I'm enjoying myself."
He moved down her neck with open-mouthed kisses, his breath hot and Sam realized she couldn't take much more of this.
She was going to break if he continued.
"No, no, no, no. We made a deal." She gulped. A deal he had broken too many times already. "Please, please? Stop."
He actually did stop, midway into his actions. The fingers that had been taunting her on her waist froze in midair, his lips that were ravishing her with kisses stopped moving.
He grunted, taking his time to remove himself off of her. "Fine." He said, not looking at her at all, and right after he left Sam felt odd.
It's as if she was lonely.
Omg... I updated TWICE in the SAME DAY! MORE GASPS!!
Nah jpjp. It would have been up faster if my mom wasn't making me help her clean the house. (uhh)
Love,
Ivy