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I'm sorry it took me so long to update this! I planned to do it a lot sooner but then I lost my inspiration for it and bleh. But it's back now! ^-^

Just wanna give a mini shoutout to Prongs123 who's been following this story for a while! It always makes me happy to see someone interested in knowing how a fic will end especially when it's been this many years since I first started it.

So thank you being excited for an update for this and I hope you enjoy the latest instalment! :D

Disclaimer: We all know the drill by now. TS isn't mine, yadda yadda.

Note: This is still rated M for some parts!

Sam's eyes shot open the second she heard the shattering of her bedroom window, the thunderous sound finally bringing her lost senses back to her.

"Wha-what am I doing?!" She asked herself in full-scale hysteria mode. Searching for a clue her eyes shakily glanced at the mirror of her vanity which happened to be positioned in such a way that she could see the bed in it. When lightning flashed at just the right second she was able to glean a dim reflection of herself and Scam in the mirror. And the image that hauntingly stared back at her… made her want to die on the spot.

There she was tangled up with Scam. His big, muscular, unclothed body entirely covering her smaller one doing the job of her blanket which was bunched down to just the lower half of her body. Her eyes tripled in size when she saw glimpses of own bare breasts peeking out from under his brawny chest along with the pale skin of her hip, the color and telltale feminine curve of it making it unequivocal that it was indeed hers and not his as she first tried consoling herself. And slowly, very slowly came the awareness that in this moment she was completely undressed as was he. She could feel the ridges and planes of his iron form boring and nuzzling into her in a way they never had before and—

Oh dear god she could feel his manhood. It was right there on standby and positioned right there to rob her of something she'd guarded so cautiously for the last two decades, of her precious virginity in one single movement.

Terrified she tried to shut her legs to cut him off but gasped when the slightest shift brought him even closer to her opening. It was only then that she realized that the reason her legs were not closed to fend him as they should be was because … they were wrapped around him. And another look into the mirror's tinted gaze showed her that Scam's hands were pressed to either side of her head as he lay on top of her in a push-up stance, they weren't holding her legs captive in anyway to his waist so that meant that she was doing that all on her own. Had herself draped around him like that, so snugly and scandalously like the snake from the garden of Eden, Nachash himself without Scam even forcing her to.

All she could do was ogle at herself laying there so cooperatively under his body, arranged so perfectly and willingly for consensual sex even after the man on top of her mumbled that it was probably just the lightning regarding the window that had just busted open. Because the window and they mystery of how it had broken was the least of her concerns right now; the slut she'd suddenly turned into weighing on her conscience way more.

She was so unlike herself, the woman in the mirror. The only thing they had in common was their looks, everything else was unfamiliar to her. Her expression most of all. The redhead in the glass had such a wicked and carnivorous look on her face, such appetite, so much so that she could see three of the seven biblical sins illustrated there on her gorging visage.

Avarice.

Gluttony.

Lust.

The only thing more horrifying than that face was her defiance. It was like she had no control over her. As her mind ranted and screamed at her to get away from Scam as though he was a ticking time bomb about to go off, that girl holding him just pouted back at her as if to say no, indicate that she didn't want to let him go and in unconditional terror she felt her own grip on his body tighten as she refused to listen to her. It was like she was controlling her movements with hidden strings like a crafty puppet master, making her do what she wanted her to and giving her no other options.

She watched as she hugged Scam more ferociously and sank her painted nails deeper into the blades of his mammoth back, her eyelids flitting, mouth emitting a purr, and head moving down as her lips touched his left shoulder in a tender kiss. And she could do nothing to stop herself as she touched him more and more as though she was trying to get his attention back on herself again, telling him to pay no mind to the interruption of the window, just forget about it carry on with what they'd been doing before. In other words; humping like dolphins.

It was like she was possessed by some succubus who'd been dying to bed Scam for years and now that she'd gotten this close to achieving her goal, wouldn't let him go until she got what she wanted. And she? She was just the unfortunate bodily vessel that she was using to fulfill her lust for him without caring about any consequences that would result afterwards.

But all the while she blamed this invisible spirit imp who had a stranglehold on her actions, she warred with the memories that didn't couldn't belong to this demonic doppelganger that she'd cooked up. The ones that were her own. Of her kissing him so many times that she'd lost count, but her bruised and throbbing lips conveyed that the amount had been plentiful. Of caressing every inch of his stallion-like anatomy, exploring forbidden terrain with fervent hands and eager fingers, letting and aiding him in removing her clothes and his clothes to prepare them both for the intimacy that they'd now shared. And worst of all, how she'd been the culprit guilty of pushing him to take her to her bed this time, demanded for him to carry her to the setting where it had all unfolded between them.

"No… " She tried denying it even while the events of her passionate night with the man in question replayed itself inside the theatre of her mind like a movie in full colour and stereo sound while she sat strapped in the front row seat as she squirmed and writhed in shame while she was compelled to witness the pornography she'd contributed in creating. Every blistering, steamy scene of their nude bodies making contact in the hundreds of ways and positions that they had filled her eyes, every sound of enjoyment that had left both their lips during all that friction echoing at full volume in her ears while in the rest of the audience, filling every other chair sat clones of herself, representing her principles who jeered, mocked, and ridiculed her for playing the starring role in a play so sinful, so disgraceful for a girl who was meant to be so chaste.

"No! No! No!" She raged as she remained adamant that she hadn't been a willing participant. That it had all been Scam as always and she had no part in this. He'd thrown her on her bed as she clung to the doorframe to stop him! He'd dragged her with her hair when she'd dragged her heels to dissuade him! He'd assaulted her while she'd kicked and screamed for him not to!

But the more she tried to alter the scenario the more she heard her brain screech at her angrily. Liar! Liar! Liar! And the more blatantly she felt the wet dampness, the moisture on the insides of her thighs, the stream of clear yet filthy, gooey leakage still pouring from her womanhood. And she couldn't shoo that away. Try as she might, she couldn't pretend that it wasn't there. That she couldn't perceive it oozing, couldn't smell its distinct scent nor could she hold anyone else responsible for it. Her arousal was her own, the sexual submission, the fluids of her release from her multiple orgasms had come from inside of her. Her, not him. Not anyone else. Her. Just … her.

With that harrowing truth, the tidal waves of shock that had been sequentially crashing at the shores of her mind became a tsunami as her world imploded.

"I-I have to get away from him! Now!" She told herself to do it, run while she still had something left of herself to salvage from his claws. But he was on top of her pinning her down with his weight, she couldn't just push him off and even if she did manage to do that, he'd just come right back when he recovered. She had to find some way to restrain him while she made her fleeting escape even if just for a little while because she knew nothing would foil him for long.

"Think Sam! Think!" She urged herself even though it was next to impossible to do so with his massive hard-on poking up against her entrance like a cobra with its fangs bared geared up to strike and fill her with its noxious venom. But now that her brain was actually working again she succeeded in coming up with a plan all the while subtly wiggling under him and not laying motionless to give him such unhindered access to her as she had been before . She'd got it! All she had to do was reach behind the lamp on the bedside table where she kept a spare set of handcuffs. Once she got those on his wrists, all she had to do was slide out from under him and she'd be liberated!

She bit her lip hard straining from the effort as her left arm stretched towards the small table while her other arm stayed around his body to be inconspicuous. "Closer, closer!" She thought as her fingertips almost brushed the handcuffs and she felt relieved only to fall into the dark pit of despair again when he shifted on top of her with a moan, moving to enter her again.

Her hand stopped dead in place and she gasped knowing she had to stop him from doing that first. Her current pose was just too risky, he was like a dagger ready to go into its sheath and could deflower her at any second of his choosing. Now actually glad that her legs were around him she got an idea and summoned all her strength before propelling herself forward and flipping them over so that she was laying on top of him.

Scam fell on the mattress with a grunt of surprise not having foreseen that but then seemed pleased as he smiled up at her and gave her a little nod to silently tell her that he'd enjoyed that. Sam did her best not to lose her nerve as she gave him a tight-lipped smile, scrupulously hiding all her nervousness behind it as she swallowed her pride and bent her head down kissing him as passionately as she could to keep him distracted.

Immediately his lips began devouring hers again giving her the chance she needed. She moaned from deep in her throat to cover up the sound of her picking up the cuffs. Processing that one of his hands was already clutching the side of her waist she stealthily led his other one to it also before closing the cuffs onto his wrists in one quick motion.

The second the cold metal snapped into place against his forearms she felt him stiffen quickly putting two and two together. But his reaction still wasn't fast enough to prevent her from slipping away from him as she squeezed herself out of his embrace and rolled away leaving him chained up alone on the mattress. She ignored his disgruntled shouts and the sight of his fully naked body splayed out like that on her bed like the Vitruvian man himself as she scrambled to find something to wear.

Spotting the black robe that he'd given to her along with the lingerie which was now laying torn and dishevelled on the carpet, she grabbed it and hastily threw herself inside it. Thankfully it hid all of her body. And when she was fully concealed she proceeded to have the nervous breakdown that she'd postponed up until this moment.

All at once hot, angry tears began to fall and she commenced to shudder violently as she held the fabric as close to her body as she could somehow still feeling completely exposed. She began choking on her sobs and sniffling sadly because even now, even when separated from Scam, she could feel the after affects of his touch all over her. Her heart was thumping hard running a marathon in her throat, her nipples tingled still stimulated, the hard knobs protruding from under the silk she wore so prominently that she could see them with no trouble in the blackness, and the supple cloth glued itself to her like a second skin uncomfortably with how badly every pore of hers was soaked with the perspiration of excitement.

But worst of all was the knowledge that after everything that had happened she was still somehow aroused. Aghast, she noticed that her body still hadn't gotten the outcome that it longed for and was almost disappointed that it hadn't. She could almost feel that it was displeased at her for putting such an abrupt end to the activity that had been providing it with so much pleasure. For stopping just as it was getting to the best part as though deciding to no longer read a tale, unfairly close the volume just as it was nearing its much anticipated, sensational climax.

A bickering rumble of complaint brew from her stomach, her legs twitched with intense furor like livewires thrumming with electricity that had become maximally charged, and discharge still gushed from the climate of her entrance which was vibrating and pulsing with the palpable frenzy of aching desire. It was still lubricated, still readied, still eager and waiting … to have Scam inside of it.

Feeling sticky and slimy, sullied and dirty, Sam could only stare at the man thrashing on her bed with big, unblinking, terror-struck eyes. And for the first time ever she wasn't sure if the source of her insurmountable unease was him … or herself.

"Gah Samantha!" Scam barked leaving her to jump and take a big step backwards, her hair standing on end as she watched him rolling around in her bed resembling a Great white shark stuck in a cage who was struggling with its entire body to break free of its barricade and resume its deadly attack on the one who had dared been foolish enough to attempt confining it.

An chaotic snarl left his lips sounding like the boom of a volcano erupting, all its bubbles of gas finally breaking the surface, or the snort of smoke that streamed from a rampaging dragon's snout before it rained down a jet of scorching flames on a helpless village as he continued to move restlessly, her bed rattling and the springs screeching from his heavy weight as he did so.

What the hell was she thinking doing this to him?! The witch! How dare she?! She had some nerve getting him all hot, leading him on like this, and then chickening out and deciding to be a foul, little cock tease instead.

"So close…" Scam griped under his breath, his eyes flashing hot with red rage as he felt wounded and jilted by this unexpected turn. He'd been so fucking close to having her. Less than a hair's distance away! She would pay for this! For denying him after he'd been so close to getting what he'd wanted from her. His state of need right now was so bad that it was simply unbearable.

He was still fully, painfully erect and instead of doing anything to relieve him of it as she should be like a dutiful and considerate fiancée and wife-to-be, she was just standing there uselessly. The fact that she could satisfy him so easily, that she was right there so damn near him and completely naked under that flimsy cape and he couldn't touch her ate him alive. Especially now that he'd actually seen all of her and impossibly found her to be even more exquisite than he'd dreamt. This was the ultimate torture! He needed her! He had to have her now! She couldn't leave him incomplete like this. He wouldn't let her!

"Pleeeease Sam!" A sound that was half a moan and half a howl sprang from his open mouth before he gasped out some more afflicted words. "Please just let me! God! Pleeeeease let me be inside of you! Let me fuck you! Please Samantha!" He outright begged her for her to take pity on his woeful state, have mercy, kicking aside his arrogance and ego as he implored her to just let him ravish her already because he just couldn't take the purgatory of this agony anymore. He'd reached his limits and was about to burst at the seams if he didn't get relief.

Taking a deep breath in through his nostrils Scam growled like a Grizzly Bear when he picked up the scent of her still lingering on the wrinkled bed sheets and agonizing him with the reality that that was all of her that he was allowed to have. Of her flowery, feminine perfume but mostly of the essence of her body, of her syrupy saline vaginal juices which were also still on his tongue. He paused to lick his lips as he tried his darndest to hold onto something of her to stay sane while he waited to receive more but that taste, god that delicious taste of her only got him more riled up.

And soon he was crying out for her even more critically, like a dying man with a lethal illness at the final stage that only she had the cure for but cruelly wasn't giving him.

"God please Sam! Don't stop this! Don't do this to me dammit!"

But as needful as he sounded, Sam remained cold to his advances as she unwaveringly shook her head no and tugged the cloth even harder around her making it clear with her silent actions that what he wanted from her was not about to happen. Not on her life.

Rolling his eyes at how heartlessly she was choosing to answer his longing plea Scam huffed, irked beyond words with her unexpected meekness. After everything she'd done with and to him tonight she had no right to act so demure.

Watching her strangling herself even more with the vestment, almost cutting off her circulation from how tightly she drew it closed, he only grew more irate. Did she really think covering herself up now was going to do any good? He'd already seen everything, every itty bitty part of her. Top to bottom, left to right, front to back and that image was burned into his mind. It would only leave him the day he died and that day? Heh, it wasn't about to come anytime soon.

"Oh for fuck's sake, wipe those tears!" Scam spat annoyed, glowering at her to cut this childish shit out right now when she'd been nothing less than a confident and grown woman with him tonight. "We're both adults here Samantha! We both wanted it!" Scam informed her harshly wanting her to accept it and stop being such a baby but to Sam's ears his words just sounded cold, pitiless, and callous. So she just dropped her head in humiliation and continued to weep endlessly.

Frustrated with her to no end (seriously, he'd be ripping his own hair out right now were his hands available) Scam said nothing more for a moment. Using the strength in his shoulders he slithered his body upwards enough that his back was resting against the headboard instead of laying flat.

Now a little more comfy he stared back her in sheer confusion still not getting why she'd spurned him so ruthlessly after they'd been getting along sooo well. But after a moment of staring at her face he was able to read the horror novel written on there as tears continually trickled down her puffy cheeks while she cried her eyes out and all but shrivelled up where she stood looking like she wanted to just disappear from this Earth. Looking so upset, so letdown, and ashamed with herself for once, just once having given in.

A long and fatigued sigh left him as he shook his head not liking this. There she went again ruining everything. Every time, every single, bloody time that they made any progress she acted like this.

But regardless of her many tempter tantrums that he'd undergone so far, never had he seen her looked this crushed and that likely because of far they'd gone tonight, surpassing every limit they'd reached before. She honestly looked like a kicked, hurt puppy and as much as he didn't want to, as much as he wanted to continue to cuss and complain for her to get over it and get back on the bed with him so they could finish having the wild sex they'd initiated, he couldn't help but be affected by it.

And so he started trying to coax her to come back to his arms instead of continuing to order and bully her as he had been, believing that the new level of physicality they'd reached had to mean he'd gotten through to her at least a little bit. Because the Sam he knew wouldn't have crossed that line with just anyone.

"Calm down Sam … Sammie," he cajoled her, using her pet name as he assured her that everything was fine, his voice and the tone of it uncharacteristically gentle as he tried to lull her to hear him out and stop pummelling and beating herself up like this. Hearing his own voice and how gentle it was right now he cleared his throat and tried to remedy it but seeing her look so down on herself it wasn't easy for him to keep up this charade.

But he had to. It was the only way and the reason why they'd almost gone there tonight. Giving up now would be madness, would be accepting failure and that word was not in his vocabulary.

"It's alright," he uttered softly, soothingly to her as she stared blankly at the foot of the bed not daring look him in the eyes for fear of him using them to hypnotize her into doing his bidding once more as he somehow had earlier tonight.

"Sam, you didn't do anything wrong…" he solicited, offering her a small and almost kind smile before he spoke again more firmly needing her to hear him. "We didn't do anything wrong. Nothing, not a single thing about tonight was wrong."

After the statement Sam sucked in a deep breath, her tears finally coming to a halt giving him hope that she understood that her letting him make love to her body and loving his back in return was no offence. That that was just what two impassioned lovers did when they got the opportunity on lonely nights like this one.

But then she looked him right in the eye and glared so hard that her vision almost felt like laser beams cutting piercing holes into his face. "No!" She wailed as she started rapidly backing up from him again, her feet moving fast and her back soon hitting her bedroom door as she shook her head over and over again.

"No! No! No!" She screamed raising her hands and covering her ears, afraid of hearing anymore of this for fear of him warping her mind again. Of being able to contact the woman inside her that seemed to have no restraint just like him. "You're wrong!" She shouted, looking at him incredulously and feeling sick over what he was trying to schemingly convince her of.

Her almost having sex with her worst enemy in the heat of the moment was nothing for her to be upset over?! There was nothing wrong with that revolting scenario? Was he insane?! Of course he was, she didn't need to dwell on that but to resort to such lies? Such bizarre untruths?

How would Clover or Alex feel if they'd observed her naked and rolling around in bed with Tim Scam? How would Jerry and WOOHP react if they ever learned where Scam's fingers and hands, his lips and tongue had been on and in her body? Forget her spy life, how would her mother, her father, her family members take it if they'd walked in on her doing what she'd been doing tonight?! Anxiety stifled her whole just thinking about it.

And then he had to gall to try and advocate that she had nothing to be sorry for when she had everything, everything in the world to regret after what she'd allowed him to do to her tonight. Something that should have never happened.

Where had her willpower, her sense of right and wrong gone? It frightened her that with every passing day despite fighting tooth and nail against him she was still permitting him to get to her more and more. Tonight was the most jarring wake up call of that fact, a giant red flag that had been waved in her face warning her that she was slipping.

She knew nothing about this night would bother him because he had no semblance of conscience and only seemed to relish that she was his foe when he came after her time and time again. But she? She'd be forever haunted by this. Never would she forgive herself for letting him, her adversary get this close to her, closer than she'd allowed any other man in all her life and never would she ever forgive Tim Scam.

But as much as it bothered her that she hadn't stopped this sooner, she slowly made herself believe that it was still okay. She was still pure, he hadn't gotten to her completely just yet. And that was how it was going to stay. No matter how hard he was trying to break her, how viciously he was testing her, Scam would never succeed in his depraved intentions for her. She would never give into him. Not her. Never her.

Turning the doorknob she soon raced out slamming the door and dead bolting it behind her.

"Sam?! Sam! Samantha! SAMANTHA!"

She heard Scam yelling behind her outraged, the echoes of his intimidating voice following her as she went like her own shadow not letting her escape. But she kept going, kept running and running, her calves becoming inflamed until at long last she finally outran it. And knowing that nor the door lock or the handcuffs would stop him for long, she kept going not bothering to stop to replenish her oxygen supply because she had limited time to get as far away from him as possible.

Not having had the chance to grab her phone or X-powder before she bolted out, she couldn't call Jerry or her friends. Not that had she done so could she have called anyway this time for two reasons. One, Scam's very real warning of what would happen if she brought them into this and two, how was she going to explain the piles of both his and her clothes on the floor? The hickeys and blemishes on her body? Those she'd made on his body and most of all, him being buck-naked on her defiled bed with her bedroom smelling and looking so much like… sex?

She closed her eyes in anguish knowing that she couldn't. She'd messed up and she was going to have to suffer for it. If she couldn't meet her own eyes anymore, how was she going to meet eyes with Jerry, a man she saw as her father? Her friends who were her sisters? As much as she wanted any one of their shoulders to cry on right now, they could never find out about this. They'd never understand. No, this was only her cross to bear.

Not really thinking or caring that it was now close to 4 am or that it was raining, Sam stepped out into the street and just started walking aimlessly with no direction. The second the cool, quiet, night air and cleansing rainwater hit her skin she started to calm down, something she desperately needed to do right now as she attempted to crusade with the feelings rushing through her body still.

Her eyes half-closed from exhaustion she slowly strolled on and on farther and farther from her residence, her knees still quivering albeit a little less now. She still couldn't accept that Scam had just been in between them. Pressing her legs together mid-step she almost toppled over but then caught her footing. How could she have let him do that to her, she asked herself repulsed. She should have fought harder. She should have … fought. If she were completely honest with herself she'd have to admit she really hadn't. She'd pretty much just let him have his way with her tonight.

"I'm-I'm losing my mind," she said to herself distressedly as she wretched her fingers through the multitude of tangled knots in her crimson hair but then stopped when she remembered how it had gotten it that way.

Ignoring the birds nest, her hands dropped to her sides with her thoughts remaining on him. The master manipulator he was, with some inexplicable power he was rendering her brain mute as he made her body want things from him that she'd never wanted before from anyone. She was as powerless as putty in his hands, he had the ability to bend and curve her into any shape, play with her any which way he desired.

He was breaking her down bit by bit, her morality, her purity, her goodness, all that she once so proudly, so nobly used to stand for and remoulding her into something entirely other than herself. An idol of vice. A monument of corruption. A sinner like himself.

This had to stop. It just wasn't right. She was the good one, the proper one, the hero of this story and in every novel she'd read, every film she'd seen, the protagonist fought their demons off until they were victorious. Till they sent them back to the pits of hell that they'd come from and regained peace. But she? She was disgracefully sleeping with her own.

Frowning and sealing her eyes she felt as low as the mud and dirt now staining the tops of her toes. Her body, her very own body hadn't been her own tonight. Instead it had belonged to the harlot that had inhabited it and—

She thought distressed, deeply troubled, and contrite as the compulsion to burst out crying overrode her again.

—It had belonged to Tim Scam. It disturbed her how much he had touched her tonight and more grimly how much… she'd enjoyed the experience. Just as a lowdown, bawdy, lewd, little whore. Her own gratified moans, all the "ahhs!" and "ooohs!" and "mmms!" rang in her ears like recordings chronicled on a broken tape-recorder.

Just what had he done? WHAT to make her react that way? In a manner that she'd never known she ever could?

"He's ruining me! He's-he's … polluting me!" Sam thought bitterly feeling ambushed from all fronts by the menace that was Tim Scam. How had he pulled this off so effortlessly? Had he injected some kind of aphrodisiac? A coruscating red and black serum of wantonness into her body that had crumbled her resistance into dust? The diabolical genius that he was, that would be a cinch for him. To create a potion to make her yearn for him the way she so severely had but…

As much as she wanted to go with that hypothesis, deep inside herself she knew he hadn't. She hadn't felt the needle pricking her arm for him to have done so. No, all he had dosed her with was his contaminating touch and she'd reacted to it as violently as Caesium spasmodically mixing with water.

And she held herself accountable for it. Maybe if she wasn't such a total puritan then she'd have some defence against his maddening seductions.

Any of the boyfriends she'd had, every time they tried to go any farther than kissing with her … she'd push them away. She was the one who wanted to conservative, wanted to be the good girl and wait until marriage to cross any base past the first with a guy, to experience the intimacy of sex.

Many boys had actively avoided her or dumped her after the first date when they found that tidbit out about her and it'd left her as the least attractive alternative for being chosen as a girlfriend among her much more liberal friends.

And even while Clover had gently nagged her over it from time to time finding this ideal of hers to be sort of outdated in this day and age and Mandy had more rudely heckled her, she'd never cared, never saw losing those boys' attention as any kind of loss.

Because to her the second a guy decided she wasn't worth it just because she didn't want to lay down with him so soon, she'd brand him a pig in her head who was only interested in one thing and swiftly moved on to greener pastures.

She'd believed her patience would be rewarded some day. That sooner or later the right guy would come along and he'd be willing to wait for her and when she was ready … but now she just wasn't so sure.

Because look where that kind of naive thinking had gotten her? To being utterly and wholly clueless, defenceless when dealing with such delicate matters.

A heavy sigh slipped from her swollen lips as she recalled how unprepared she had been, how unrehearsed she always was to tolerate Scam when he was like this with her. She could go toe to toe with him on the battlefield but try as she might, she just didn't know what to do with his lips, his hands, his tongue, his touch when those were what he used in the ruse of weapons of destruction against her. When he used them like whips and chains, bullets and lasers.

And she knew he knew that. She knew that he used it, used it against her as yet another trump card in his towering deck of trump cards against her. Exploited her critical weakness to make himself even more lethal in his assault on her, even more formidable than he had any more need to be.

She hated him. God she hated him SO DAMN MUCH. And she hated herself even more for letting him get under her skin.

So caught up in her session of raw self-loathing, Sam never noticed that she was being watched.

And this time the eyes that were surveying her body up and down with libido and lechery were not those that were in any way familiar.

"What a fucking tease!"

Scam just couldn't believe that after everything that had happened between them tonight she'd still walked away and left him here like this. In fact he was so focused on his languishing that he didn't see the eyes pinned on him from outside the smashed window nor heard the soft but feverish pants escaping his onlooker's mouth.

"Such a cold-blooded, little bitch!" Scam seethed in aggravation as he thought about the redhead who'd bound him while thoughts of a vicious and fitting revenge for her backstabbing treachery pervaded every corner of his mind.

He just prayed for her that now that she'd run from him, that her sweet little legs would have carried her far enough because god when he got his hands on her again, and he would get his hands on her again, he'd make her rue her actions. Oh yea he'd make her repent the grievous wrong she'd done to him.

An evil grin spread across the lips still chapped and distended from her ardent kisses. He'd strip her bare again, spread her arms and legs apart to uncover all of her and tie her hands and feet with rope to her bedposts for hours while she begged and twisted for discharged.

Or possibly he'd go even farther to really teach her her lesson, maybe he'd put her in some kinky, barely-veiled bondage wear consisting of buckles, straps, and transparent mesh then shackle her high up to a wall with every shapely, foxy limb of hers on display like one of the mannequins in those taboo fetish shops she'd never even think to set her angelic little foot into let alone actually shop there.

They'd just see how much she liked being naked and tethered like a dog on a leash like she'd made him then.

But the licentious imagination of her being spread wide and disrobed like that for him only mounted his keen status of eroticism and a groan of pure sexual frustration echoed off the walls of her bedroom, his prison as he unleashed it sounding exactly like a feral animal incarcerated in a zoo.

No female had ever had the guts, the audacity to do this to him. Never before had he even heard the word "no" but she? She made a whole sport out of tormenting him, a game she played with Olympic prowess. And tonight she'd stroked his fire sky high, higher than any girl ever had and then had taken tremendous delight in leaving him here alone to burn alive inside of it just like some sadistic arsonist.

His arms stinging inside the cuffs from how much he'd wrestled in them he almost pouted because he didn't believe he'd done anything to deserve such cruel treatment by her. At least not tonight when she'd let him do everything he had to her with no objections.

Sure dear Sammie couldn't beat him in a fight (who could?) but she was a super spy after all, she should have been able to pull off more than done what she'd done namely, mewl like a cat in heat. So this, all of this was as much her indiscretion as it was his if not more.

And yet she dared to dart away like a fawn, pretend she was the innocent victim and nothing more, attempting the sheer stupidity of being the bug stuck in a spider's web and thinking there would ever be any getaway besides it logically being devoured which was simply laughable for one so intelligent.

She didn't get it did she? She was already stuck. Her fate was sealed with wax, carved in stone. It didn't matter how many times she delayed what was coming to her, in the end it was inevitable. And while he was agitated that she wanted him to chase after her again, he wasn't concerned about not finding her because no matter where she'd gone tonight he'd trace her down, he'd haul her back again to this same place and fuck her barbarically like a lion would fuck its lioness out in the jungle while every other creature listened to them vulgarly mate.

Now if he could only get loose. Normally he would just rely on his brute force but damn was it hard to focus in his current condition. How could he with his blood still rushing, deluging in the polar direction of his brain? Staring down at the skyscraping tent his manhood was pitching still, all he could think of, his only thought was how it'd felt. The thrill, the rush, his fingers, his tongue, the tip of his member being so close to her tight, hot, and wet virgin orifice. And how amazing, how mind-blowing it would have been to do what he had been exactly 1 second away from doing.

Blowing her back out, hearing her cry out by savagely shoving his dic—

"Focus Tim!" He checked himself and little by little he made his blood flow properly and just as he did, he noticed a small, black object sitting on the same bedside table Sam had gotten the cuffs from.

He dismissed the passing thought he had then about her being so damn perverted to keep handcuffs at her beside as a wicked smirk spilled across his lips just like an oil spill in an ocean and he tsked to himself amused. Sometimes, she made it just a little too easy on him.

Shimmying closer he leaned down and with his teeth snatched up one of the four bobby pins messily scattered there from when she'd taken down her hair from her ornate bridal shower hairdo. After tonight he was certain she'd think twice about being such a lazy housekeeper.

Opening his right hand and spitting the pin into it, he quickly put his talents to work and in under ten seconds a snap of a lock opening filled the silence announcing his freedom.

Chuckling to himself as he rose from the bed, Scam located his shirt, pants, jacket, and shoes and leisurely dressed himself giving her a little more time to bury herself before he joined into the scavenger hunt game she so enjoyed being the prize of.

When he was finally ready he glanced up at the enlarged photograph of a smiling Samantha which decorated the space above her bed and spoke to it in a singsong voice while licking his famished lips.

"Ready or not Sammie … here I come."

Somewhere now on an unfamiliar street, Sam was roaming, still shifting from foot-to-foot and wobbling awkwardly.

It had to have been at least twenty or so minutes of her being rinsed in the now pouring rain yet she could still pick up Scam's cologne and bodily musk being all over her like the stench of rusty blood on a brutal homicide scene that just wouldn't fade away. Instinctively she glanced behind her every few minutes to make sure he hadn't caught up to her but thankfully he hadn't yet.

Her teeth chattering she rubbed her arms to keep herself warm and decided to stay out a little longer to make sure he'd left the premises before she turned back around. So limping along deeper and deeper into the darkness she went to pass the remaining time until something made her stop dead like a corpse in her tracks.

A hand, a big, male hand groping, petting and squeezing her right buttock.

"Scam," Sam deduced immediately and counted to five inside her head before moving to whip around and confront of because eventually she'd have to. But then her body went slack when she heard a male voice speaking to her while her butt was fondled a little rougher in a way that made her shriek. A voice that didn't match up to Scam's smooth, baritone one at all and come to think of … neither did the grip of the lanky hand on her ass.

"Heyyyyy cutie. Where are youuuuu headed all alone?"

She held her breath at the intrusive question she'd been asked. Then when she slowly turned her head over her shoulder panic started to fill her when she saw a very ugly, very scary looking guy eyeing her like a piece of succulent meat while four other equally grimy looking friends of his stood behind him also flagrantly leering at her.

And the rapacious looks on their faces made her wonder a bleak thought. Did they think she was a hooker or something? A lady of the night? Was it because she was wandering around by herself at this lonely hour or was it due to how she was dressed? Gulping dryly, Sam wrapped the garment around her more closely going pale knowing she was completely nude under it and afraid that they'd find that out too.

She managed to pry herself from the creepy guy who was being beyond inappropriate with her and started to walk away thinking it wise not to engage but even then they didn't stop catcalling her. Wherever she went they just followed, snickering and hooting and making derogatory and obscene comments about her body and her looks. Sadly, it seemed she'd caught their eye.

"Awww don't run away baby! C-come on tell us we're you're g-going!" She heard another one of them drunkenly hiccup at her and she could swear she smelled something in his stinky breath that was more than just alcohol.

"A sexy girl like you shouldn't be alone! Yea we'll keep you company! We're gonna have so much fun together, won't we gorgeous?"

At that she started to move faster despite how tired she was, dread hammering away at her like a literal hammer hitting her bluntly over and over again from inside her skeleton. How unlucky could she get? This just couldn't be happening to her. It just couldn't be!

An alarmed yelp flew from her lips when she felt her shoulder being grabbed with enough force to make her dislocate it. The fingers of the hand on it dug right through the silk and into her leaving dents in her flesh with its sooty nails.

"Now we've got you…" She heard them gibe and suddenly she snapped. She had enough on her plate dealing with Tim Scam day in and night out, she didn't need THIS.

Without saying a single word, she spun around and without warning roundhouse kicked the guy with his hands on her square in his chest. And the startled sound that he made as he fell to the ground awakened something inside her. Suddenly she didn't feel as weak, frail, and helpless as she'd been feeling for the last week. Feeling emboldened she didn't want to run anymore. No, she wanted to fight, defend herself and so she did.

Even weary and sleepy she was holding her own against the lot of them, the advanced combat techniques she'd learned via being a spy letting her gain the upper hand against them. Maybe she had no reason to fear, she thought inspired. Perhaps this little encounter had happened for a reason, to remind her that she was a fighter who could fend for herself against anyone maybe even Scam.

But her brief episode of empowerment came to a stark end when she felt her long hair being pulled by one of the guys while another succeeded in grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back. Realizing they were no longer going to fight fair because they'd been having their asses kicked facing her singularly, indignant, she shouted at them.

"Hey! You cowards! Fight me one on one!"

But they showed her no such courtesy or thoughtfulness and just laughed in her face while another one of them seized her other arm that was still throwing punches and stopped it also by pinning it hard to her side.

"We're not looking for a sparring match you cunt…" he growled into her ear as his tongue came out and licked her lobe leaving bile to rise in her throat as his grubby saliva coated it. "Only to get laid."

With that, totalling their might they overpowered her and started lowering her to the pavement sniggering at her futile attempts to free herself. "Let me go you bastards! Get your filthy hands off of me!" Sam shouted vehemently but they only taunted her more and more.

"Make us, bitch!" One spat in her face as he tacked down one of her hands on the cold ground intertwining his fingers with hers to stop her from fussing as she frenziedly was.

"Yea, make us! You think you're so fucking strong don't you?!" Another one ridiculed her as he wiped away the blood dripping from his nose from one of her hits and helped hold her legs which she was still attempting kicking with while they decided among them who got to go first.

"Leave me! I said leave me!" Sam cried at the top of her lungs until her voice started to crack, even though she knew that at this time of night and on this shady corner, no one would hear her screams and no one would come to bail her out. She was theirs to do with whatever they wanted to.

The only man that even knew she was out here somewhere the one she'd herself locked away and hoping that he'd come and save her was pointless because she knew all he wanted to do to her was what they were all already doing.

"Is this really what's going to happen to me?" Sam thought as she lay there feeling greasy hands examining and touching her everywhere. What had become of her life? A living nightmare. She was going to go from being raped in her bedroom by her deranged sworn enemy of so many years to being gang raped in an alleyway by some drunk and high thugs wasn't she?

What? What had she done to deserve any of this? Why was she being punished like this? For what misconduct? Why? Why? Why?!

Tears of misery and frustration brimmed in her emerald gaze as no matter how excessively she kept squirming, she failed to get them off her.

Soon she heard the sound of a switchblade being opened up and it was brought down to her navel where they'd decided to start cutting away at the only apparel she had on to begin their sexual assault on her.

Not being able to do anything else anymore, Sam closed her eyes and just waited for it to be over, hoping that it wouldn't hurt too much when the men who had been pillaging her seconds ago all froze up when a very loud and imposing voice suddenly shouted her name from somewhere close by.

"SAMANTHA!"

A gasp leaving her, her eyes broke open immediately as she recognized it instantly. It had to be, it was … Scam. Twisting her head around she caught just a glimpse of him but that was enough for her to know his identity.

Somehow, someway, he'd found her. And honestly? She wasn't sure if she should be relieved by his arrival or be even more scared … for her life.

She was so thoroughly mixed up in trying to figure out if she was better off now that he was here or not, if he'd do anything to get her out of this horrendous situation or join in and be one of the ones to take a turn with her now that she'd been apprehended that she completely missed the murderous look on his face that was targeted bulls eye at the guys who were smothering her as he approached them, moving every bit like a tiger closing in on prey.

"Fellas," he stated calmly as he stopped just a few feet away from them and gave them a warning look, his arms crossed over his chest and his back squared as he did so. "Hands off, that one …" He paused to arch an eyebrow towards where she lay panting in apprehension and declared in a no-nonsense tone. "Is mine."

No sooner had he said those words, Sam was squalling in pain when she was yanked up by her hair and roughly pushed to stand on her feet. She failed once more in noticing the flicker of transparent and deadly wrath in his eyes when they did that to her being far too focused on what the guys circling and still holding her were doing.

"Soooo she's yours huh?" The man who seemed to be their leader remarked as he looked Scam over and smirked widely as he took in his appearance for a long minute before quipping, "Heh, figures that a pretty girl like her would be with a pretty boy like you."

Her eyes nearly popping from her sockets Sam almost gasped at what he'd said. "…Oh God," she thought not believing that he'd actually called Tim Scam of all men that.

Scam himself seemed to react just the way she had inside her mind as his brown eyebrows rose just before the apathetic expression on his face deviated as he broke into a laugh that rumbled from the cavern inside his chest, laughed harder than she'd ever heard him laugh.

But unlike these misguided souls who were just watching him cluelessly, she knew he hadn't found those words comical in any way. No, she knew him better than that. That laugh was not one of mirth but one of exorbitant, far-reaching fury. Scam's entire aura was radiating that emotion acutely like the blaring siren of a biohazard alarm. All in all he was ready to kill.

"Thanks for the joke of the century," he finally said as he wiped away actual tears from his eyes from how badly he'd giggled at their idiocy before his face changed again this time displaying an plain and unimpressed frown as he spoke to them more demandingly. "Now, I don't repeat myself. Take your hands off of her … now."

"Oooh what are you gonna do about it if we don't big guy?" They said altogether still not detecting him as the threat they should be as they started touching Sam again in an attempt to instigate Scam while she let out sounds of disgust.

"Simple," Scam said, scowling harder yet his voice still remained level. "I'll break them," he flexed his right hand before crunching it into a fist. The men laughed exchanging entertained glances with one another over his trying so hard to seem a tough guy while his, what could only be called handsome face easily thwarted his attempts.

"Trying to impress your girly eh?" They said thinking they were calling his bluff as they pointed to Sam's racy clothing and then at him while grinning wide displaying yellow, stained teeth. "What's the matter? Couldn't satisfy her so she ran out on you? We could finish the job you know? Give it to her realllll good, better than you ever could."

"… I highly doubt that," Scam murmured but little by little, Sam could feel his patience evaporating and with it was fading the façade of his tranquillity. He was pissed off. She could see how tense his body was and how slow, shaky and uneven his breathing was. She knew his body language like the back of her hand and she could tell that he was about two seconds away from breaking hell lose if they continued ignoring his commands.

Which they foolishly did.

"Do you?" They mocked him. "Think you're more of a man than any of us hmm? Well why don't we just settle this? Just take her right here, right now and show you that you're wrong?"

"That might be hard to do when you don't have any hands," Scam now hissed, cracking his knuckles and to Sam's ears it seemed as though he was emulating crushing their bones into dust as he did that.

But the guys just laughed away still finding him nothing less than adorable. Clearly he wasn't going to walk away and leave his girlfriend for them to fuck. Sure he was honourable and that was likely the kind of crap that the girl found romantic but it was hapless. He couldn't beat them.

"Okay, then let's make this interesting, shall we? We'll give you a shot at winning back your woman. Fight us. If you lose then we get to keep her and you will watch as we … enjoy her," the strongest one of the five winked before one of the men who hadn't said a word yet added, "And I don't normally go for guys but I have to say … you're pretty darn cute."

Catching the unmistakable implication behind those words, Sam's eyes went wide once again and she couldn't help but look directly at Scam with a worried expression now almost scared for him too.

But he failed to look at all intimidated as he stared back her stone-faced. Her concern for him was touching but this wasn't his first time handling guys like this. Jail life had its uglier sides, but he was and always had been equipped to protect himself. So these guys, not one of them motivated even a modicum of fear in him. But he could tell their smack talk was affecting Sam because the look on her face was nothing but trepidation in its truest form. Never had she looked this afraid, not even of him, and he knew why.

Despite fighting crime for so many years he knew she'd never really dealt with the real evils out there, the worst of the worst because the father figure that Jerry was, he actively made sure to weed out such missions and shelter her and her friends from the real scum of society. The irredeemable psychopaths, the killers, and especially the rapists.

Yet seeing that frazzled, imprisoned canary helplessness in her bothered him, lit a maelstrom of destruction inside him like nothing else except perhaps witnessing another man's hands on her body as he also was right now. And he could no longer just let this pass in silence.

"Deal," he decreed ignoring how the morons laughed again thinking this was going to be an easy win for them as he took off his jacket, paying no mind to how the guy who'd made a pass at him almost drooled when he did so and tossed it to Sam not liking the show she was giving them all now that her robe was torn. Something that was for his eyes and his eyes alone to see.

When the coat landed on her chest Sam didn't waste any time in pulling it on, not really caring why he'd done so and if it had been to defend her honour or what he'd decided was his own because he was her self-appointed fiancée.

Zipping up she watched as the men slowly surrounded Scam and moved in to attack and she caught herself holding her breath.

But that was just as long until the first hit came. It was Scam who landed it, delivering a punch so brute that it left a guy flying across the street like a paper airplane and collapsing in a crumpled heap at her feet while blood splurged like a bust dam out of his mouth and teeth unattached themselves from his jaw.

The others were stunned with shock for a second, not having expected such to happen. But soon they stopped messing around and started hitting Scam with everything they had finally seeing him as a worthy opponent.

Realizing that she was now free and completely unwatched, Sam wondered if she should take this chance and run back home while they were all wrapped up in their street brawl. Yet her feet wouldn't move to go and she found herself just standing there and gaping, staring only at Scam as he fought because she'd never seen him actually fight like this where he was outnumbered so immensely.

It was as though he'd transformed from a human of flesh and blood into a killing robot of whose every strike was precise, meticulous and calculated to transmit as much pain as possible. Or perhaps like a real werewolf from the legends, she mused. Man one second and beast in the other.

Shuddering at the epic level of carnage she was taking in from him, Sam could hardly believe that this was the same man who had not so long ago been on her bed in cuffs pleading with her with such fragile vulnerability to let him sleep with her. The unmitigated contrast in his character was vexing and it only gave her more reason to fear him, something she really didn't need.

With baited breath she saw him display his titan strength as he ripped flesh from skeleton, broke bones and twisted ligaments in front of her while a cavalier smirk remained taped to his mouth. And it was only at that moment that she realized Scam was actually enjoying this and she started to think of him as even more fearsome and inhumane than she'd already learned he was in the past seven days.

He truly wasn't a man was he? No he was more likely an actual animal of some sort, the type of attack canine that the beware signs were made for. A hellhound, a skin-walker, Cerberus himself in disguise.

Her thoughts of him being something more than a person took a temporary backseat when she heard him grunt as the sharp edge of a broken glass bottle sniped through his upper arm and left a long and jagged cut. And she couldn't help but scream when she saw the emergence of blood that came with it. Maybe she'd been wrong to think he could manage against them. As tough as he was, he was still totally unarmed.

But the split second it took for him to recover from that injury made her realize that he didn't need any weapons because he was one in and of himself. She watched as he grasped the one who'd hurt him by the neck hard enough that he gargled for air and his entire face turned indigo before he repeatedly dunked him into the concrete splitting open his forehead after just three solid blows.

After he passed out cold there was just one man standing, and it was the same one who'd hit on him. Seeing that he was now alone, the man started to stumble back as Scam came towards him in slow, almost mocking steps.

"N-no!" He shouted, waving his arms as if attempting to shoo him away, actually grabbing Sam and pushing her towards Scam to tell him he'd won, to just take her as his trophy and just leave him be.

But that wasn't good enough for Scam who'd already decided he had to die and kept advancing towards him in a beeline. Frantic, the guy fell back on the floor and started screaming even louder and more panicked. ""No! Get away from me! Go away!"

Yet in the face of all his bone-chilling fear all Scam did was smirk, deeply and sinisterly as he started to actually walk on the fallen man's body until he reached his chest where he stopped with one of his leather boots pressed hard against his tattered chest while the other one applied pressure to the center of his neck.

And the sight of the look on his face chilled Sam to her core. It was so stoic, so dead, unsympathetic and emotionless. It was like he couldn't hear the man laying there begging so desperately for his life, like he was speaking another language that he just didn't understand. He reminded her of the Grim Reaper, the God of Death who was here to collect the soul of the doomed one, just doing what was his job, something that he'd done so many times that he was fully desensitized to it.

"Still think I'm cute?" She heard Scam scorn the trapped guy before a soft chuckle left him at the sight of his scared shitless face. "Didn't think so," he answered for himself as he ended the man's life by putting the full weight of his foot on his throat and soon enough the sound of him taking his last, strangled breath in the form of a choked wheeze was heard. Then he flailed one last time before he went still, deathly still.

Thunder boomed and the sky crackled before dead silence rang in the aftermath of his murder before water drops started to clean up the site where the fallen and mangled bodies lay.

Sam stood there just speechless, soaked to the bone with her horror and unable to move. She hadn't been assaulted but she was sure that after this, after what she'd seen, she'd never be the same again. The unadulterated violence that Scam had displayed was as stupefying as being struck by lightning.

Yes she'd seen his record and knew he routinely roughed other felons but to see it first hand was eerie. Suddenly she knew just why Jerry always had him in solitary confinement. He wasn't just an animal like the others were. No, he was also a rabid one. And she was engaged to him … to it.

The weight of the diamond ring on her finger that tied her to him almost numbed her entire hand as she recalled once more that she was owned by this bloodthirsty monster who plundered and killed and took whatever he wanted. And he wanted her most of all.

He was coming for her she realized when she heard his feet shuffling again, the sounds of his steady footsteps becoming louder with each step he took. She watched petrified as he ran his hand though his hair slicking it back and revealing the entirety of his face which still bore no remorse or any hint of recognition that he'd just killed in cold blood.

She found herself taking steps backwards as he paced closer, uncertain if the danger to her was gone with those now slain men or a much greater one was heading to her now.

Every time he was within a foot of her she moved back trying to avoid him from reaching her and she kept doing that until her back hit a chain fence and she had nowhere left to run.

He figured that out at the same time as she did and grinned predatorily as he cornered her. When she looked left and right still trying to find a route to freedom, he rolled his eyes before scooping her up effortlessly in one swing as if she were a rag doll composed of straw that weighed nothing to him whatsoever.

Sam sagged against his chest as he carried her bridal style and started walking them back to her home while saying nothing to her. Her adrenaline doing somersaults inside her veins, Sam feared what was going to happen to her next when he reached his destination. Was he going to punish her for how she'd left him? He definitely would. Or in light of what had just happened, was he going to let it slide? The queries kept coming and she shivered when he finally spoke to her while walking through her still ajar front door.

"Now what have we learned tonight Sammie?" He quizzed her as he locked up behind him and started transporting her to her room.

When she didn't reply and just stared up at him mutely not knowing what to say, what he wanted to hear her say, he continued boldly. "Perhaps that there are scarier monsters out there than me who wouldn't hesitate nor wait to do harm to your dainty, little frame."

Sam remained silent, still shell-shocked from all that had just happened as he placed her back on the disarrayed bed she'd stolen away from a half hour back in time.

"And running away from me like that? Tsk. Tsk. Tsk…" Scam wagged his index finger at her giving her stern look to never do that to him again if she knew what was good for her.

"Understand this Sammie, and understand it good…" He informed her as he leaned over her body, capturing her under him once more even though she was far too battered at the present both mentally and physically to go anywhere. And so she just lay there and listened to him wide-eyed and bewildered.

"No matter where you go, no matter how well you play your little hide-and-seek games … I will find you." Scam breathed icily on her face as he spoke in terrorizing gnarls. "There is no place on this planet, not one, where you can run from me. Hell, I will split heaven and hell apart if you try and I will track you, I will hunt you down, and I will make you MINE."

"Do I make myself clear?" He chided, lowering down so that his lips were almost scraping against her lithe, trembling ones. "Do I?" He whispered darkly while the blood still trickling from the laceration in his arm fell and left a sloppy trail across her belly as if marking her as his territory, giving her one more unneeded example of just how bestial he was.

"Y-yes," Sam managed to squeak out leaving him to smile as he finally let her go only to give her a suggestive little grin while eying her as he rubbed his hands together greedily.

"Now … where were we?"

A gasp of nothing but contempt and disdain left her lips as she glared hotly up at him.

Of course, OF COURSE Scam only saved her so that he'd get to be… first. The alpha male he was, he wouldn't settle for leftovers.

For some reason she felt like she'd been stabbed in her heart with a dagger and she found herself forgetting her tiredness and trauma as she lashed out at him angrily. He was sorely mistaken if he thought she was going to reward him by giving him herself. Like women did in poorly written and cliché romance stories where they were so overwhelmed after a rescue of this nature that they instantly fell head over heels for their saviour.

"You think I'm gonna thank you?!" She blazed incensed. "It's your fault I was out there in the first place!"

Scam blinked looking taken aback as if he hadn't expected to hear that from her but then he rebounded with a vociferous sneer. "So much spite in your isn't there Samantha? But have you already forgotten that you were mere milliseconds away from being gang raped in a filthy alley by a bunch of filthy thugs before I showed up?"

"As opposed to enduring the honour of being raped in my bedroom by you?!" She accused sardonically and he actually looked offended.

His jaw parted and he scoffed before he grumbled, "I'm insulted Sam, really." Shaking his head to himself he couldn't understand how someone as intelligent as she was, after almost experiencing rape still didn't see the difference in between it and what they had been doing with each other before she galloped away from him.

It seemed as pretty as her eyes were they just didn't work when they came to him. To them.

"Comparing them to me…" he grimaced as he remembered how untidy, how hideous they'd been, something she seemed to not care about as she sincerely should be. He'd thought she'd have a little more taste.

"You're no better!" Sam squabbled insulting him further. He seemed to think that he was some prince, some king, just because he had the face of one. But he was just as grotesque as those men if not more so. A pig was a pig even if it wasn't rolling around in filth.

But he disagreed with her. "Seduction…" he started knowing that was all he'd done to her. "Is merely an assault on one's senses not actual assault Sam. What I was doing to you? You were consenting to it and—"

Roaring, Sam cut him off to say that she hadn't agreed to it any way like he was pretending she had to elude full responsibility. "It's not consent if you're taking advantage of a woman's—"

"Lust? Horniness?" Scam suggested brazenly as he shrugged and she gave him a glare that almost fired projectiles of animosity straight at him as she corrected. "Helplessness!"

He dared giggle at the word she'd settled on for a long while before speaking. "Look at youuuuu trying to candy coat things when we both know that you're no damsel in distress babe. No, you're a spy, a WOOHP agent, and one of the best at that." His peeved eyes chastised her as he went on. "You're insulting the training that Jerry so painstakingly gave you and your rank as a super spy by sprouting off such utter bullshit."

Her gaze moving from his face to pout at a wall was all the ammunition he needed to keep going. "And you sure seemed helpless when you were giving me a lap dance and unzipping my jeans. So helpless and innocent mmhmm," he mocked sarcastically actually raising his hands and giving her a round of applause as he said so.

"… You'll never get what you want from me Scam," Sam tiffed having had enough and not wanting to talk about her part in what had occurred between them tonight because she was adamant to stay in the shallow bliss that ignorance could provide her.

"And uh…" Scam paused to place his foot up on her mattress and lean into her, looking down carefully upon her as he asked in all seriousness. "Who's going to stop me? WOOHP? Jerry? Your friends?" He goaded knowing none of those were an option for her thanks to their little deal.

"ME!" Sam replied valiantly.

His sea green eyes went wide for a second, just a second and Sam thought that maybe he got it, finally understood even with his thick skill where she stood but then his face screwed up and he made a funny sound like he was suppressing the impulse to burst out laughing. And then he did, actually cackled at her manically from the root of his belly leaving her feeling like a joke.

And she didn't have to think twice to know he wasn't taking her seriously because of tonight.

Wanting him to stop kidding around, she growled and lunged at him ready to strangle him with her bare hands to shut him up only for him to stop her midway when he, without difficulty knocked her over and held her down with her wrists. And Sam gasped when he dug his nose right into hers and smirked. "See? You just can't keep your hands to yourself. When we're together, you can't bear a second passing without touching me or wanting me to touch you."

Stunned at the spin he put on the situation, Sam struggled to find the words to tell him he was wrong, dead wrong only to hear him add that he was glad to finally know, as he'd long suspected, that this was mutual.

"It's not!" Sam bristled, trying to convey how much it wasn't by the acidic tone of her voice and the overbearing hostility on her features. But it didn't work on him. No matter how greatly she expressed her discontent on her face, using every inch of it to show him hatred he just dismissed it all.

"Your mouth says one thing, your body says the opposite. You're such a tease my Samantha."

She didn't let it register how her heart stupidly seemed to flutter like a butterfly at him calling her his, and put all her energy in trying to get him off her, a futile task as always. Tired of always ending up like this, Sam said something she likely would not have said if she wasn't as beaten and befallen as she was right now.

"Ugh! Why don't you just go ahead and rape me? Get it over with! It's not like you're going to leave me alone until you do anyway!"

But his response to her audacious invitation left the tables spinning on her yet again so much that it seemed she was suffering from a flash case of extreme vertigo.

"You want me to don't you?" Scam proposed wolfishly. "Rape you so that you get to experience the … pleasure that I can give you without having to feel guilty about it."

At a loss for words like never before Sam just stared at him with her nose scrunched up in repugnance. Only he could come up with a theory that wrong, that low-minded, and profane.

"But I'm onto you honey, and don't you worry …" He enlightened her. "I won't let you deprive yourself, cheat us, that way. No when we do have sex, it's going to be you who begs me for it. That much I promise," Scam said knowing as much fun as it was to engage in so much exhilarating foreplay with her, he'd only cross that final line when she was on board.

Because rape was defeat, it was an admission that he couldn't make her want him, and would be the ultimate slap in the face of his costly pride.

Pressing himself deeper into her he made her gulp as he spelled out his entire intent for her loud and clear so she'd never be misconstrued about what it was again.

"I want to make love to you. Not one night but every night of the week, the month, the year ... every night of your life. For you to enjoy it and want it again and again. For you to scream out my name just as a lover would. I don't want to bend you to my will, no, that's not enough. I want to make my will your will. For you to yield to me. I want you to be completely MINE. I want to make you mine in every, single way Sam I… I want yes."

"That won't happen as long as I have a single breath left in my body Scam," Sam proclaimed doing her best not to let all that he'd just said get to her, trying to be brave, be the heroine she was expected to be. "But I'm much too drained to fight you right now—"

"Then we'll try again tomorrow," Scam pronounced unbothered and leaving her in absolute wonder.

She just couldn't understand him. He knew she'd never willingly let him have her so the only way for him to quench his desire was to take her by force, which he obviously had the best shot of doing when she was pulverized, tamed, and ruptured just as she was right now.

And he was just going to let her go? … Just like that?!

Sensing her monumental confusion Scam released her hands and stood up to his full height. "I'm a hunter not a gatherer Samantha. The thrill of the pursuit … is what I live for," he stated cryptically before shocking her even more as he started to straighten out her bed, fix the sheets around her, relocate the pillows from the floor where they'd fallen and arrange them behind her head as he pulled up the covers to her chin actually tucking her in.

When he was done making her comfy he spoke again. "For now I'm taking the memory of your body that you gave me, which was smoking by the way." He let out a low wolf whistle and used his hands to outline her figure in the air leaving her face to heat up in spite herself.

He laughed at the cute blush on her cheeks which even she hadn't been able to stop from forming at his flattery before he gave her a wink coupled with a firm promise. "But soon, very, very soon, I'm going to take you. All of you. You just wait and see."

With that he reached down and picked up her hand raising it to his mouth as he placed a single kiss on the back of it.

"Till tomorrow then, my lady," Scam drawled with all the charm and chivalry of an actual knight in shining armour before he let her go, turned and walked away, smirking, never seeing the pair of green eyes watching him peeled wide in shock, hurt and disappointment.

Eyes that weren't Samantha Simpson's…

DUN DUN DUN.

Wait … does this even warrant that kind of reaction? XD No idea but I'm excited to hear what y'all think! I dropped some hints and such in here which I wonder if anyone picked up. *wiggles eyebrows*

Anywho! Second Chances update will be next! I just wanted to post this first since it's been ages! More to come! In the meantime, please review? Thanks! :)

Love,

Lark