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The Flame of Franco

Twisted to the Core...

Sam's dark eyes shifted back and forth from Franco to the open door and back. Even know she felt helpless, a light of hope appeared on her face as she watched as Franco turned his back towards her; giving Sam the escape she needed.

It was like a bolt of lightning had all the sudden hit her body as she sprang like a cat from the bed and ran the short distance to the open door.

However Franco again was too fast for Sam. He suddenly turned on his heel; grabbing Sam by the wrist, pulling her back inside."Now Sam," whispered the artist in a harsh voice towards her. He was pissed. He now held both of Sam's wrists up high, his brown eyes blazing down at her. "You know it's rude to leave some one's home without excusing yourself first."

"Bit ME!" spat Sam into his face as she tried to loosen his grip on her.

A grin just appeared on Franco's face as he deepened his hold on Sam's wrist, making her scream out in pain.

"Arrrgghhh," grunted Sam, tears suddenly appearing within her eyes. There were deep bruises covering her wrists and arms were Franco held her; he knew this too. "Pleasee," begged Sam as pain shot through her nerves; making new bruises appear over the old ones. Her eyes locked with Franco's for a brief second, she knew what was to come next. Her stomach twisted with sickness as she felt Franco's eyes drop and began to roam up and down her bare chest. She was still only wearing the bikini bottoms.

Franco let go of her wrist's suddenly, making her stumble against the plexiglass wall. He then took a step towards her as she stood there, cornered.

Her scream was muffled as he placed his right hand over her mouth briefly before punching her hard against the cheek. Sam began to sob uncontrollably as pain erupted from the side of her face. Blood trinkiling from her nose; it was broken. His eyes gleamed at her as he stared down at her. His lips still twisted in a grin. "Don't worry, Jason won't be seeing this time around," he spoke as his left hand traveled down her torso to her thigh. He lifted it up to his waist. Sam's arms flared and scratched at Franco's face but he did not budge as he pressed her hard against the plexiglass, pushing his hips into hers. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her thigh. A wave of nausea then came over her at this. She was going to be sick. Blood and tears still continued to fall down her chin as Franco pressed into her. He held both of her wrists above her head with his right hand. His eyes gleamed down at her; a wicked grin plastered along his face.

As Sam looked up into his twisted face for a brief second; she quickly looked away. Closing her eyes and biting down on her lower lip; preparing herself for what was to come next. However, Franco suddenly with a change of thought let go of her wrists and pushed her hard onto the bed and leaving.

Sam blinked open her eyes and watched as the artist shut the door behind him and locked it. Meeting her eyes; Franco winked at her and gave a little wave with his fingers before retreating out of the warehouse.

Despite the protesting of her swore body, Sam shakily rose to her feet and slowly made her way to the end table. Stumbling, she reached out and pressed her hand to the plexiglass wall for support. A loud sob escaping her as she took the coffee cup into her hand, well still holding onto the wall. She then carefully slid to the floor; pressing her bare back into the wall as she cradled the warm cup in her hands and brought it to her lips. Closing her eyes, she let out a deep breath, trying to stop her body from trembling like it was.

The videotape arrived at the Penthouse with the regular mail. It had come in a brown paper package, so Jason did not notice it at first as he carried the rest of the mail under his arm as he rode the elevator upstairs.

Josslyne smiled up at Franco as he lifted her out of the crib and lay her in the crook of his arm. He smiled down at the infant as he began to feed her from the bottle he had bought with him.

"Oh Joss, why are you the only person who is happy when they see me these days?" he asked towards the infant. "Sam tried to run away from me, Jason when I see him will probably be angry with what I have done and shoot. But can you really blame me?" he asked as a smile appeared on his face. "No one has been very nice to me since arrived in Port Charles. I even made a platter of cheese for Jason and he didn't even touch it."

Letting out a sigh, Franco continued on; "Don't these people know anything about respect. Didn't their mothers teach them manners….I tell you Joss. You are the only one who is nice to me however your just a baby. Probably when your older, you will be just like the rest of them," and with this Franco stood up and placed the now sleeping infant back into the crib, taking the empty bottle with him.

"SPINELLI!" cried out Jason as he entered the penthouse , kicking close the door with the back of his boot as he continued to make his way further inwards.

"Yes Stone Cold?" asked Spinelli, appearing at the top of the staircase, laptop in hand.

"Did you find anything?" asked Jason up at the Jackal, as he continued to look through the mail. Most of it was junk and bills.

"No Stone Cold, the Jackal had failed his beloved master. I am having the most unfortunate luck," spoke Spinelli has he made his way down the stairs and looked over at Jason, who was not listening to him. Spinelli's eyes looked at Jason's face before drifting towards what he held in his hands. It was the brown package. "Is it from Franco?" he asked, his eyes looking up at Jason's face once again.

"I except so," commented Jason as he turned the package slowly over in his hands. Sighing he then placed it on the desk with the rest of the mail and took off his leather jacket before stepping past Spinelli as he made his way into the kitchen.

Spinelli stood there dumb founded for a moment before Jason returned back into the living room, drinking a water bottle.

"Is Stone Cold not going to open it?"

"I will Spinelli. I just need to take a break for a second," he replied, his voice on edge a little. He needed to prepare himself for what Franco had sent him. He was afraid that it would be another picture of Sam, this time dead or one of Josslyne. He was finding out that he didn't really have the energy to fight Franco anymore. With each minute that was going by of not finding Sam or Josslyne, was another notch of hope gone.

Spinelli nodded his head at this as he watched as Jason drained the last of his water bottle before placing it on the pool table.

Jason was breathily deeply, like a bull as he walked towards where the package lay on the desk. His heart pounding loudly against his chest as he took the package into his hands and opened it. Tearing off the paper, Jason lay the object in his hand. It was a CD case and on top of it lay a posted note, reading "We Shall Meet."

Peeling off the posted note, Jason placed it down on the table before opening up the case and pulling out the shinning disk that lay inside. Staring down at the DVD, he motioned with the wave of his hand for Spinelli.

"What is it?" asked Spinelli with curiosity as he approached Jason. He then saw the DVD that Jason held in his hands and knew what was to be done. Placing his laptop on the desk, Spinelli took the disk from him and placed it in the disk drive of his computer. Closing it, both men waited and watched the screen as the DVD loaded.

"He wants to meet," whispered Jason towards Spinelli his eyes never leaving the screen as he handed over the post it note to Spinelli. However before he could read it, the screen all the sudden came to life.

"Now smile for the camera Sam, all of Port Charles is watching," Franco's voice filled the apartment as the image of Sam seated on a cote was shown. The picture shook and blurred for a second before focusing once again on Sam; who was looking at something off the side of the screen. There appeared to be dark circles under her brown eyes, which were filled with fear as she bit down on her lower lip, still staring out the screen.

"Please don't," she whispered, tears suddenly filling her eyes as the sound of footsteps could be heard in the background.

A deep chuckle could be heard as the bed, Sam lay on tweaked with the weight of another.

"NOOOOO!" screamed Sam as Franco's face suddenly came into the picture; it inches away from hers as he smiled down at her. He was leaning over her as both of his hands pinned her wrists against the mattress; holding her down.

Franco's face broke out into a grin as he continued to stare down at her. "Now Sam," he whispered as his smile seemed to widen as he licked the side of her face before laughing again as he watched her try to get up. She arched her back, making her chest thrust forward and head title back against the pillow.

Franco just shook his head slightly still holding a smile on his face as he suddenly sat up, still on top of Sam and let go fo her wrist. All that could be heard was the heaviness of their breathing as Sam looked up at him. The silence only lasted for a second before a struggle began.

Sam latched out and scratched at Franco's face that could still be seen within the frame as he ripped at the sheet she had wrapped around herself; revealing her breasts. She continued to scratch at his face, however he once again took hold of her wrists and pinned them against her sides. Laughing at her attempt of getting away. "Please," whispered Sam in a small voice as Franco let go one of her wrists and moved his hand down her stomach to her centre. Where he then pushed asided the bikini bottoms she was wearing and touched her. Making her scream, begging him to stop. This only lasted for a moment before he then undid the buckle of his pants and removed his now hard eration. As this all happened, Sam tried to fight him off but it did not work. Franco just ignored her, forcing more weight onto her.

Sam's screams and cries of pain filled the apartment as Franco towered himself over her and forced himself into her. It only lasted a couple of mintues but seemed to go on forever before the screen went blank as Sam screams continued to echo.

Jason continued to stare at the blank screen of the computer, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. It was taking everything in his power not to take hold of Spinelli's laptop and throw it against the wall. His breathing was labored as his blood began to boil within as he watched as the screen came to life once again, this time showing Sam from a few feet away. She lay on the bed, naked except for the bikini bottoms which hung losing over her. There was looked to be bruies covering her legs and arms and chest and face. Her face was turned towards the camera where dry blood along her swallow mouth could be seen. Her eyes were barely open as they looked into the camera as it zoomed in. They were blank with emotion.

The picture then faded as a new picture appeard. This time it was of a bird's eye view of Josslyne as she lay in the crib in the warehouse. The infant did not looked harmed as she lay sleeping. This image last for a moment before fading into blackness once again.

Spinelli glanced nervously over at Jason as his face began to harden to stone. His eyes were as black as coal as he continued to stare at the screen.Spinelli wasn't sure what to do about what he had just seen. Sam hadd...Franco hadd...he just continued get his brain wrapped around it. Closing his eyes, he let out a small sigh before taking a step towards the desk and closing his laptop, popping the disk out. "Lucky should see this," he spoke, taking a quick glance at JAson, who still had not moved a muscle.

"He's going to die," whispered Jason harshly his voice filled with rage. "That TWISTED SICK BASTARD IS GOING TO DIE!" he cried before grabbing his leather jacket and storming out the Penthouse door, more determined then ever to find Franco and kill him with his bare hands for what he had done to Sam.