Gift of Hope
Chapter 15 of my crossover story, enjoy.
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Chapter 15
Slowly feeling herself coming too again, Sam instantly felt fear, her heart pounding as she carefully opened her eyes. Again she was still fully dressed, again she had difficulties doing anything due to the drugs. But she realized her position had changed. She was now seated on a somewhat large chair, her wrists and ankles strapped to it by more duct tape. She immediately began trying to struggle against her bonds.
'What the fuck!?' She thought as she did so. 'This can't...when will this end. I, I've gotta...'
Then she heard the click and froze.
'No, not again!' She thought, looking up.
But there he was, Jefferson, taking more photos of her.
"Good, good." He was saying. "This has been remarkable, Sam."
Fighting to control herself, despite her harsh breathing, Sam burst out. "Mr. Jefferson, please, you don't have to..."
But he just smirked, holding up his hand. "Shhh, that's quite enough of that. Begging won't help you, Sam."
She cringed and tugged again at her bonds. Jefferson just smirked and continued to photograph her. Remarkable wasn't the word she would use. Sam had never felt more violated in her life.
"Yes, this session has been most memorable." He remarked with a sly smirk.
Resuming taking his photos, Jefferson remained in control.
Sam meanwhile fought to keep herself composed.
She forced herself to not react. 'Don't cry, don't let him win.'
Still, Jefferson seemed to sense her fear. "I see it in you, that fear, the shutter of your iris...Oh, yes, that's what I like to see, Sam."
Biting back a groan, Sam continued to tug at her bonds. Her strength was returning, but she still felt sluggish; her struggles were useless and served only to cause Jefferson to smirk and take more photos.
"That's it Sam, yes; this is so good." He remarked with a smirk. "I am going to remember this session for a long time, a very long time."
Sam grimaced. "You..."
Jefferson shook his head and took more photos but then paused as Sam muttered something.
"What did you say, Sam?"
Lifting her head up she glared. "Go fuck yourself."
Jefferson just laughed and shook his head. "Even I am not capable of that."
Laughing softly he turned and walked away briefly. Sam could only watch, helpless, as she saw finally what he was doing. He was developing the pictures, she saw the binder on the desk, with her name on it.
'Shit, I'm, just like Rachel and Kate, like, like Ash. He's got those pictures of me now and, and...' Sam realized.
Her feelings of violation only increased upon discovering this. But then, something, else, something new that shocked her.
As she thought about Ashley in this room, alone and afraid, going through this horrific ordeal, yet likely not as aware as she was, still the thought of it horrified her. To a much greater extent that she thought possible.
'Why am I so, I mean...All those girls, yet I'm only...' She began to realize the truth. 'It feels like, like all those other times I've been thinking about Ash and, and...'
Finally, it dawned upon her; all those strange feelings. 'Ashley, oh God, Ash...Now it makes sense, I...I love you.'
Realizing it surprised her, at the same time it brought a strange warm feeling to her heart. She now understood the truth.
'If only I could...'
"Now Sam."
She started, the moment ruined as she looked up. Jefferson stood over her, smirking.
"These photos have been remarkable, I am glad we had this session." He remarked.
Sam glared. "You..."
Suddenly, something occurred to her, something that still bothered her. "What did you mean earlier, when you said...almost perfect?"
"Oh, you remember that, do you?" Jefferson queried. "Well, what I mean simply is that I am pleased and I'm sure I've almost found the perfect model; I know just who it is too."
Sam froze, hearing that. Another girl was in danger.
She couldn't let that happen, but despite her efforts she simply couldn't break free of her restraints.
"You, you're going to..." Sam gasped. "Who…?"
To her surprise, Jefferson laughed softly. "Well, I suppose there is no harm in telling you..."
He then moved in closer and whispered in her ear. Sam's eyes widened in horror as she heard the name.
"No, you...why are you telling me this?" She gasped.
Jefferson shrugged. "It's not like it's that big a deal, you won't be in any position to do anything about it, since you're going to...die."
Sam immediately tensed, hearing that and the casual way he said it. The icy fear she felt before was now stronger than ever.
"There's that fear." Jefferson remarked with a grin. "Well, it's been an honour, Sam. But now, this ends."
With that he turned and began to make his way over to the table nearby, to the drugs. Suddenly his plan was clear, much to Sam's horror.
"No...no please, no..." Sam choked out, almost losing control, the tears stung her eyes.
Still they did not fall.
She could only watch in dismay as Jefferson approached, smirking, holding a completely full syringe, he intend to overdose her.
"No. no."
He just smiled and, despite her struggles took hold of her head and tilted it to the side. But then, before he could inject her the sound of the door bursting open startled them.
"What!?"
Before Jefferson could do anything, David Madsen and a squad of police officers suddenly broke into the room, weapons drawn. Sam registered all this briefly, until it all became too much and she blacked out.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.