AN/ I cannot believe it has been over ten years! It really took me forever and a decade to post this, but it never seemed to leave me alone...
Major thanks to Cresenta's Lark, her stories kept inspiring me to keep in the zone of Scamantha, which is simply brilliant! My all-time favorite story is what simply compelled me to finally finish this first chapter of what is to become a novella length story.

because in TPII i left some tantalising things unsolved: how will Scam ensure he can redeem himself in order to be able to have a future with the only girl that managed to make him regret the horrid things he did in his past, how badly will the heads of Clover and Alex explode when they find out about who the lover is they almost caught in Sam's bed, will Jerry be able to wrap his head around the very idea that Tim Scam wants to repent and regain his freedom, what about Clover's thong that Scam mistook as Sam's and treasured it ever since...

Sorry it took me over a decade to start providing answers to those questions lol

enjoy the read, reviews are much appreciated!

Tortuous Persuasion III: The Spy, The Villain and the Stalker

Chapter 1:

Tim Scam sat on a poor excuse for a bed;the springs were all busted and the matress was lumpy. The pillow had long since lost all color and had a vague odor of staled blood and sweat, and the thin grey blankets didn't exactly offer a solution to the drafty nights. All in all, the WOOHP Detainment Facility wasn't in the least luxurious or comfortable. Not that any of its inhabitants deserved something as basic comfort; the Facility only housed the biggest scum the world had to offer, many of which that other prisons simply refused to take on.

It was easily the most secure prison in the world, with hundreds of camera's monitoring all the inmates, the strongest steel used for the thick doors and bars and only the toughest guards to maintain the peace and order. Still, that had proved not to be enough to keep inmates from escaping when they really set their mind on it.

This was an annoyance of the warden, director Fallins; every time an inmate escaped he would berate the guards on duty and tighten the security even more. He made it no secret that he loathed the prisoners that housed his facility. To him, they were all scum, and should be treated as such. Power-hungry and a tyrant to a level that even the guards hated him.

Tim Scam was easily on the top of the scum list of the warden; having escaped a couple of times and evading all the security the facility could muster. Proven time and again that nothing would do to detain him if he set his mind on leaving the compound. It made the guards extremely wary of him, and treating him harsher than the other prisoners. As for the inmates, they mostly respected him and more than not groveled at his feat.

There was a clear pyramid hierarchy, and Scam was top tier allong with several others. From toilet paper to blueprints of the facility, all he need to do was ask. For most of his time in the facility, he'd enjoyed the position he held, and had exploited it for what it was worth. In all honesty: it had made his confinement almost bearable.

But even with the power he held there, he was never a man that could be idle... he needed a purpose, abeit something he knew was fruitless: like LAMOS. Scam knew he had no association with any one of them. Least of al Terence, whom he found a pompous buffoon. Sure, his hatred of Jerry was something that drew Scam, but the reason why was beyond childish. An oaf like Terence merely thought he was entitled to respect and admiration among his peers for the sake of it, because he existed. Something Tim dispiced more than anything.

Jerry was a sorry excuse for a man, whom had to much authority while he lacked the insight. A sod who acted first before thinking even remotely rational. The fact that he never had a personal life was reflected in those actions, and his personal imbitterment was shown in said behaviour.

But for Scam, he knew personally that Jerry was biased beyond measure. Purely unforgiving when, in his foiled eyes, an error was made. Which was exactly what lead Scam on the vengeanous path he was on now. To him, the unfairness of the judgement that Jerry made on that faithfull day was something he couldn't just lay down beside him.

Tim Scam had put years of constant service in WOOHP, and sacreficed everything for it, as was deemed of him. To be thrown asside when a shimmer of doubt plagued the almighty founder. A rumour and tampered-with evidence. Scam was fired, even more, dishonerable discharged. Loathed by the agents he worked with for years... suddenly without purpose and a dent in his honour.

How could he not be vengefull? Of course he took some time to plot an excellent revenge, years even...but it would've been worth it, and deffenitely succesfull if it weren't for three meddlesome spies. And yet, toying with them had been more than amusing the past couple of years. He had studied them and had to admit that they were more then deserving of their titles as superspies. Especially Samantha... who was clearly the brains of the trio. Alex was the spirit that kept them all together, and Clover... she was quite useless, but could put up a mean fight.

But it was the fiery redhead that recently made him rethink his actions the past while. Although recent... with her long red hair, spy-trained figure and emerald spirited eyes, he instantly found her quite the sight. The way she fought didn't help in that oppinion. To him, she was beyond perfect, even her flaws couldn't demper it. Sure, she was quite naive, and saw things to black and white to be healthy at times. But that made her even more endearing to him. If he could've kept up his charade of Mac Smit, who knows...?

Though in the end, he did persue her. Unable to keep it to himself any longer that he longed for her, and wasn't dissapointed, that glorious night. Scam found himself thinking of it non-stop after it, and changed quite a bit in his demeanor. Which of course was much to the shock of the inmates and guards alike. The tyrant of a director only eyed him with more suspicion, clearly convinced that Scam was up to something. And normally, he'd be right, but this wasn't normal... he had changed in more ways than one, even more then he himself ought possible.

After so much hatred towards everything and everyone, he allowed himself to care for more than just his vengeance. To think of a life without his evil ways, and be the man he once was, so long ago. Sure, the future was unstable and filled with insecurities... not to mention nearly impossible and for some inprobable. But to him, it was finally clear as day what he wanted in life, and he was determined to persue it.

A clank of the main door to his cellblock jerked Tim out of his musings, he quicky stuffed the lace thong he was absent-mindedly playing with under his pillow. It was a keepsake of the most enchanting night, and his most treasured possession. He glanced through the bars of his holding cell and saw a weary guard approach him. Tim saw the fear grow in the guards eyes when he smirked at him, something he couldn't help himself with. Sure he had changed his view of things, but still found pleasure in frightening the guards.

"Time for lunch," the guard's voice was unsteady and lacked all authority he was supposed to have. His hand quivered a bit when it moved to unlock the cell. Obediently, Tim offered his wrists to be cuffed, as was the usual procedure whenever he was let-out. The chains rattled more then they normally would've done as the guard put it on. The fear that clearly wafted of the guard gave Tim a strange double feeling. Yes, he still took some pleasure in others fearing him, but not nearly as much as he once did... he even felt pity for him as he observed the guard.

"I'm not going to attack or anything," Tim said, trying to put the guard more at ease. This seemed to have the exact opposite effect as the poor man gulped, his eyes wide and the chains rattled even more as he continuously failed to shackle Scam's wrists. Tim inwardly sighed, he knew that change in his behaviour would've been met with suspicion, and that it would take a great deal of time before it was even recognised as such, but honestly...it had been three months since he even did anything that pointed towards any form of hostile behaviour.

Only slipped once, the day he turned himself in... the morning had been especially dazing to him; waking up by the most beautifull of views and when he saw no hint of regret whatsoever in the emerald eyes that had haunted him for so long, he knew that his life had to change for the better. And never did he want anything more then to have a future with the girl that was smiling softly up at him.

He remembered the disturbance that had forced him to retreat sooner then planned from her, and even though the way back to the facility was a blur, the feeling he had when he climbed naked out of her window had been of the sort that he never thought possible. He was in love and knew it. The grin plastered on his face when he simply rang the bell to the building that was his prison infuriated Fallins more than the fact that he found his missing prisoner standing naked at the door.

Scam had been interrogated for hours on end, been demanded to tell the tyrant where he had been, and what he had been doing. Though a nuisance in itself, the interrogation had also been convenient for Scam, the thong that he brought with him to serve as a keepsake and some sort of trophy, had been clutched in his fist to be cleverly hidden underneath the chair he was forced roughly upon by the guards. Knowing perfectly well he'd be there again very soon... knowledge of the inner workings of the room he was in helped a lot too; he knew the place was never cleaned. It all came to the very function of the room: to inspire fear... the dim lighting, the echoing walls, and the stench of sweat and even stale urine was all intentional to make the interrogation easier for the tyrant and his goons. no-one would even think of looking under the chair and discover the token of his escapade. And Tim Scam would be in that very chair soon enough

He had a certain inmate to beat up, and the sanctions for such actions was known to all: a beating in the interrogation room, and solitary confinement in his cell. And the chance to inflict much deserved pain to an inmate that carried the name James presented himself that very noon at lunch. Scam was flanked by two guards that were suposed to have led him to a table apart from the rest of the prisoners, to serve as a way to keep punished prisoners away from the others. The idea was to tantalise, seeing the others but unable to speak with them, as well as some sort of example to the others as the hiarchy was indeed important in the facility. It had the opposite effect, really, as everyone hated the tyrant and having done something to be forced to sit at that table, was only glorifying.

As he was top-tier of said hiarchy, he knew most the inmates, or at least by name. Something he never truly cared for until that very moment. When Samantha had finally opened up and told him what hold her back exactly, he saw red, and that would also be the colour that will stain the floor as soon Tim caught hold of the one that dared to hurt her in such a way that she held herself away from him. Something he could not just let him pass by. Scam spotted James soon enough and even the two guards couldn't contain the monster that had to come out for a final time.

It was chaos the moment he let the rage out against the bastard that had dared to hurt his girl, he was only vaguely aware of the effort the guards made to hold him back. There was simply no stopping him... he pulled James across the table towards him before landing a fierce fist against his face. The others instantly joined into the raging fight as several inmates attacked the baffled guards that tried to stop Scam. If top-tier wanted to see blood, some suck-ups instantly helped getting it, seeing it as a easy way to improve status.

And as suddenly as Tim started the small riot, he stopped. Seeing James on the floor, bleeding profusely and with what seemed to be a broken eyesocket and jaw, he found it more than enough. Not wanting for a full blown war of inmates against the guards, he just stood there. Eyeing the pathetic man on the ground, the fact that James didn't even know what he did to draw the anger of Scam towards him, left the latter more then satisfied. And because he ceased the fight, there was no reason for the others to continue, what he made clear by grabbing the two that attacked the guards by the shoulders and giving it an appreciated squeeze.

The guards grabbed him harshly and threw Tim against the ground, which was met with howls of dissaprovement and threats of more violence if one of them dared to use more exessive force. And as he knew and hoped, found himself back in the chair that held the only thing he had of her, and with lightning speed pocketed it. knowing that it would be a very long time before he could finally hold it's owner in his arms. But the mere thought of her made the hours of beatings, beratings and screamed insults more than worth the fact that he avenged her pain hurting the slimy dirtbag in more ways than just his face. James would be constantly wondering why he angered a top-tier enough to cause such a scene, and would be glancing over his shoulder for a very long while.

After the fight, Scam immensly dialed down in his behaviour and composure, becoming docile towards the guards, even paid the tyrant pleasantries and all in all, used his status to keep the overall order, a fact that had been noticed by all and baffled the tyrant. Whom was thoroughly convinced that Scam was up to something, and nothing could waver him from that idea. So when Scam inquired for an audience with him to appeal for a talk with Jerry, he laughed and mocked the inmate square in the face. But Tim kept insisting to talk with the head of WOOHP, and never relented to make that certain request.

Tim straightened his back and followed the guard out of his cell, calm and without a single sign of defiance. A small smile graced his lips. Later that day he finally had sweet Jerry visit him, and he surely would be more than surprised to hear what Tim had to anounce to the old man. He wanted, he had to redeem himself from his past, and work towards a possibility to have a future, something he never even cared about before that faithfull night with the girl that awoken something inside of him that he was sure that died a long time before.

AN/ again, all credits to Cresenta's Lark who's story "remember me" made the itch to write this out return, Scamantha is too hot to ever die i guess... lol