So when we left off, Bailey, Zoey and Mal were the only ones left on the island...

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Warning: MENTIONS OF RAPE IN THIS CHAPTER.

That night, I couldn't get to sleep. Who could? I'd always known what the next day would bring me in juvie, even though Mal was there. I'd slept every night on the island, knowing that there was at least someone else (although admittedly, the days I'd woken up the most refreshed were the ones when Duncan and I were sharing the bed, even if I hadn't woken up in the best of moods, and he hadn't made the nightmares go away), someone who would help.

I guess I must've fallen asleep at some point, though. What happened had all the elements of one of my nightmares. It was shadowy, Zoey had disappeared and a terrifying silhouette was standing by the door. But unlike my dreams, Zoey's bed was left unmade. And there was a light coming from the door, which was ajar.

The silhouette, the man that had haunted my dreams all season, closed the door. "Alone at last." he said, his true voice ringing clear again.

"This can't be happening." I mumbled, trying not to look at him.

Mal simply chuckled darkly. "Oh, believe me, doll face, this time it's real. So sorry I couldn't come back for you earlier, but looking at you now, it looks like you were worth the wait." He leaned close to my ear, and whispered. "And I'm just dying to finish what I started."

"Get. Away. From. Me." I said flatly, scrambling to get out of my bed. But Mal was still stronger than me. The minute he saw what I was doing, he straddled me and pinned my arms down, no matter how much I struggled. "Now, I believe we never managed to experiment everything we could do in this position." he continued smoothly. "As far as I remember, I didn't reward my dear slave-girl with everything I could by showing her what we could do in that position."

"I'm not your slave girl. " I seethed, trying fruitlessly to get free. "You're a creep, Mal! Get off me!"

"But it seems she needs to be punished first." Mal continued, ignoring everything I said. "Let's see, talking out of turn, trying to disobey me, telling everyone she could find about me, not addressing me by my proper title."

I scowled. "First, I'm not going to call you that. Second, I know your real title – Mike told me that your name is just a shortened version of 'The Malevolent One'. Now, do you mind?"

Mal didn't seem to hear a word of anything I said. Well, of course he did...he just wouldn't respond. "Pretty pyjamas." he commented. "But I don't know why you wear them in this kind of heat..." Within seconds, he'd unbuttoned my pyjama top and tossed it aside. I didn't wear a bra in bed, and with my hands pinned, I couldn't cover myself.

"And it would be such a shame if someone ripped one of the pieces to shreds..." My pyjama trousers were instantly torn down the middle and also thrown aside.

I did the only thing left I could do. Scream. "HELP!"

And Zoey chose that moment to open the door, and after flicking the light on, she stared. Finally, she managed to find her voice. "Mal?"

Mal looked up at her. "Hello, Zoey." he said in his normal voice. "I hope you don't mind that I decided to come visit the hotel, but I had a playdate set up with your beautiful roommate, one that she had forgotten about. Care to join us?"

"Zoey, get Chris or someone!" I suggested. "I don't care if they see me like this if he doesn't get to do this." Zoey nodded and tried to run, but Mal got hold of her wrist and pulled her back. Then he pulled a piece of rope out of my case (I'd brought it in case I needed it for climbing or something), and tied Zoey's wrists to the bedpost. "So you don't want to join in this time? That's all right. I suppose Mike won't have shown you how this works? Well, now you can watch."

Mal pulled the covers off me, leaving me completely exposed, before using a knife to cut the excess rope, and using it, this time, to bind my hands to the other bed posts, and my ankles to the ones at the end, leaving me open and scared.

I don't even want to explain what came next. Zoey told me later that she was crying too hard to watch, seeing this monster that looked just like her boyfriend, committing one of the worst crimes ever. All I remember was a feeling of fire in that part of me, and Mal, not letting me try not to think about it, whispering into my ear. "You like that, doll face? You don't know how much I missed making you beg. When I win the million in a couple of days, I hope you've said goodbye to everyone you care about, because you'll be coming to the tower I'm going to have built. And don't worry...I'll treat you like a princess, instead of the slave-girl you are, as long as you give me what I want. And your friend over there will be with you – at least Mike has some ability to pick the pretty ones." He continued. "Come on, slave-girl, I can feel your spasms. Scream for me."

I was starting to feel forced pleasure, but I was trying desperately not to show it. Duncan was right that I was the loud type, but I had at least a bit more control.

"Scream." Mal hissed. "And make sure it's real. I know you want this. Remind me."

"I'm...not that..." I gasped suddenly, before finishing my sentence. "...easy."

Mal started going faster, not stopping once he was done. He didn't stop until he drew a true scream from me. Finally, I was able to relax, although my mind stayed wary, and I didn't take my eyes off the psychopath for a second.

"It's too bad I wasn't your first." He sighed mockingly. "But I bet I was the first to feel you without a thin layer of rubber in the way."

He paused, and then murmured "I told you that day in juvie. I told you that one day, I would make you scream."

I looked over at Zoey as Mal withdrew and got dressed. "You feeling left out, little Red?" he asked a still-crying Zoey (Why did my dreams have to know exactly what his plans were and how he was in real life?). "Don't worry – you'll be next. Maybe when we're in the final two, hm?" Zoey didn't reply. "Oh, what's wrong? Didn't you want a friendship finale? Wasn't that your plan?"

Finally, Zoey looked up. Her eyes were still red, but now they were on fire. "How dare you!" she seethed. "I may be tied to this bedpost, but I won't waste a minute telling you what I think! You think you can just force me to watch as you...use and abuse...my friend, and then have the nerve to ask if I'm feeling left out? Well, you won't be in the final two, Mal! Even if Bailey or I lose tomorrow, we know you're not the only personality left, and we will find a way to help Mike come back. We know he's still in there."

Mal muttered something about Mike being gone as he untied me, but at least he left us in peace after that. I untied Zoey, and put on a pair of panties and my pyjama top. Zoey's burst of anger subsided, and I shared her bed for the night. We had both been shaken (and my abdomen still hurt) by the incident, and we felt a lot safer curled up together (Zoey with tear stains, and me racked with feelings of terror).

"Why weren't you in here anyway?" I whispered.

"I thought I heard footsteps downstairs, and I...I guess I did." Zoey replied softly. "I went to investigate, but he must've found a way to get past me, because I was coming up again, and I heard voices, and I got to the door just as you were screaming for help."

When we woke up the next morning in the comfort of the hotel, it was as if nothing had happened, really. I still felt shamed and tainted, but had I not woken up in Zoey's bed, I wouldn't have known it was real. We did all the usual morning things – showered, had breakfast, talked about trivial stuff...but we didn't talk about the night before. Not for a while, anyway.

Finally, Zoey spoke up. "Mike has to still be in there. I know he is. All we have to do is find a way to get him back."

I scowled. "Zoey, I appreciate that you're trying to stay positive, but it doesn't matter if Mike's in there or not, if he can't get out. There's no way we can do anything unless we find a way to get him mental care, and there's only one way we can do that."

"The million dollars." Zoey murmured. "All right." Her face became set. "That does it. If winning this competition is what will protect us, we have to do it." She looked at me. "If you win, you'll do it, too, right?"

"Spend it on getting help so that Mike can gain control again?" I asked. "I'll spend nine hundred thousand on it. On the first season, the prize was a tenth of what it is now. I think I have an excuse to keep that much and spend nine times as much of it on getting help. But I'm with you all the way, Zoey, don't worry. I'm not going to let that terror hurt you. What he did to me last night – it's worse than what came before, but I still had to endure nearly six months being his toy when I was in juvie."

Luckily, our conversation didn't go any further, as Chris' voice boomed out through a loudspeaker. "Greetings, semi-finalists! It's challenge time! Meet me at the Chrisoseum in ten!"

So, within ten minutes, Zoey, Mal and I were in a line, ready for our next challenge.

Sorry, this chapter will be cut short. The next one will most likely be short, too.

Next up: A new semifinal that's based on two old ones, and a glimpse of several personality traits!