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The Flame of Franco

Not a Nightmare...

"Now smile for the camera Sam, all of Port Charles is watching," he spoke.

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

A deep chuckle rang through her ears as she looked on at him. His face was twisted with a grin.

"NOOOOO!" she screamed, begging him not to do it as his face which was inches away from hers smiled down at her. He was leaning over her as both of his hands pinned her wrists against the mattress; holding her down.

His 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.

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

She latched out and scratched at his 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," she whispered 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 aside 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 ...

Sam's body bolted up in the darken hospital bed, her screams filling the small room. A cold sweat ran down the back of her neck as her eyes feverishly took in her surroundings.

There was no sign of Franco.

There was no plexiglass prison trapping her.

There was no hum or buzz of florescence lights from above.

It took her a moment to realize that she was safe. That she wasn't in the clenches of Franco anymore. That she was in the hospital. She was safe.

A moan of pain escaped from her lips as she leaned back against the bed; she had forgotten about the burn on her back. She wasn't quite sure how she had gotten to where she was now. After waking up when Alexis had been by her side, Jason had shown up and told her what had happened and the injuries she suffered. But it was still all a little hazy to her.

Tears slid down her cheeks that she did not bother to wipe away. Reality was setting in. That it wasn't a nightmare, but reality. She had been hurt before in her youth but nothing seemed to compare to what Franco had done to her.

Turning slowly onto her side, she tried to go back to sleep. However she couldn't. As she closed her eyes, his face appeared over hers. His brown eyes gleaming with lust, a mischief smile on his face. She could still feel the hotness of his breath against her skin. The racing of his heart. The sound of his chuckle in her ears. The animalistic grunts and groans that had penetrated from the back of his throat. The unnatural glow of his teeth under the light of the warehouse.

She shook her head from side to side at this, trying to erase the memory away from her mind. However as hard as she tried she couldn't. He was there always now, at the back of her mind. When she closed her eyes, when she stared out into the distance, he was there. Her stomach turned as it became too much, she was going to be sick.

Leaning over the side of the bed, she vomited onto the bleached white tile floor. Sobbing silently to herself, she leaned back against the pillows, wondering the pain would go away.

Okay, I know it was short. But there will be more to come soon. Thanks for reading, please review!

Julie