Gift of Hope
Chapter 14 of my crossover story, now things get a bit...dark.
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Chapter 14
With a soft groan, Sam felt herself waking up. It did not take her long to realize she was cold, her bare legs and arms were already covered in goosebumps. Blinking rapidly, she tried to clear her vision, it was still blurred and everything around her was still far too white.
'Urgh, what, what happened, how am I…?' She found herself wondering. 'Wait, this is...the Dark Room, am I...God!'
It was then she became aware of her predicament, she was lying on the floor, in the wide open space set up for photo shoots, in the Dark Room. Not only that, her wrists and ankles were securely bound with duct tape.
She also remembered finally, with horrible clarity. 'Mr. Jefferson, he...he's...'
She could still hardly believe it, of all people, Mark Jefferson was the last person she'd ever suspected of something like this. Just the thought of him being responsible for what happened to all those girls chilled Sam to the bone.
Then she realized. 'I-I'm next, oh shit...shit...'
She tried to struggle, to move, to get free from the tape. But her bonds were solid and she still felt too sluggish, too weak, to do anything. Her vision was starting to clear but her head still swam, her mouth felt dry and she fought to suppressed a shudder as she remembered the sting, a needle, she'd been drugged. Her only relief came when she realized she was still dressed, her shorts, tank-top, socks and sneakers were all still on.
The she heard it, the click of a camera and she froze, her mind flashed to the pictures she saw, of Ashley, lying on this floor, eyes wide and vacant, of Kate, of Rachel, all in the same position.
Then she recalled. 'Those other binders, other girls...God, what happened to them all, is this, they all went through this and…?'
She tried again but flinched, this time not at the click of the camera, but a voice.
"Stop moving, Sam." It was Jefferson.
She finally managed to see him, kneeling above her with his camera. His jacket was gone and he wore a pair of surgical gloves, he had a small, barely noticeable smile on his face, a strange gleam in his eye. But otherwise, looked entirely normal. For Sam, that just made him even scarier. He raised the camera again and began taking more photos.
"No..." Sam choked out, her dry throat made it difficult to talk.
"Oh yes, that's perfect." Jefferson said, clearly ignoring her words. "The right angle, the right lighting and...this is the way I prefer it."
Those words made her feel even more scared; leaving her to wonder just what was going on. She also jerked away when Jefferson touched her, turning her over onto her back.
"STOP, MOVING!" He suddenly snapped, making her freeze.
Taking advantage of that he moved her into the position he wanted and resumed taking pictures.
Sam could feel her mind getting sharper, the drugs were wearing off. But still she couldn't get free. She was unable to react, only inwardly shudder as she heard the camera click again and again, knowing the pictures being taken, she felt horribly violated.
"Why…?" The word escaped her before she could control herself.
Jefferson smirked. "I'm actually glad you asked. You see I find the slightly conscious model is the best...Allows me to capture, that moment...Yes, so pure...just what I need Sam."
He resumed taking pictures, and this time I did grimace, and try to turn away.
"STAY, STILL!" He snapped again. "You do not understand, the importance of this."
Sam could barely contain herself as the words slipped out. "Importance, you're just..."
"No, I am conducting...true art, Sam." Jefferson told her. "You see, I'm obsessed with capturing that moment, where innocence, becomes corruption; most models are too cynical, they lack the...focus. I find the slightly conscious model is best, for it is in that time, when their emotions are at their purest."
Sam felt her fear multiply, it was clear now, Mark Jefferson was nothing more than a complete psychopath.
His next words made her realization all the more horrifying. "You are so close Sam, like Kate, like...Ashley. Almost perfect."
The fact that he considered her that way, only made her fear for the girl he found who he would regard as perfect, and the fact he likely wouldn't stop until he found her.
It was then Sam became aware of Jefferson taking more photos and tried to move away, Jefferson glared.
"Fuck, Sam, STAY STILL and stop that!" He yelled, finally he sighed. "You're ruining the shot...I guess, you need another dose."
She panicked at that, he was going to drug her again. "No!"
He pulled the trolley closer and readied the syringe for use and then turned to her.
"You brought this upon yourself Sam, understand." He growled before bending down.
Sam reacted the only way she could, despite her legs being bound at the ankles. Her movements were still sluggish still however and instead of kicking Jefferson she kicked the trolley. Sam heard him yelling and realized what she'd done, one of the drug bottles had been open and had spilled.
"No, you bitch, you ruined my photos!" He yelled. "Urgh, now I'll have to start all over again...Well, as I always say, always take the shot."
Sam cried out and tried to struggle, but to little avail and soon found herself passing out as she was injected once again.
End of chapter, Sam's nightmare is only just beginning, read and review please.