By the end of the day, Roxanne was spent and feeling drained not just physically, but emotionally too. Her mind and her heart were being tugged and torn apart into more than just one direction. On one hand, she was super-pissed about being tricked into putting on that sleazy little lingerie outfit and having sex with Mal, and even more so pissed about him breaking his word about not exposing her friend who ironically enough in turn exposed him about liking her which led her to further mental-emotional turmoil. And if that in itself wasn't bad enough, to add fuel to the fire in this already complicated situation, Roxanne had to questioned herself on whether the jerk had any intentions of ever telling her that he liked her or how he felt about her in the long run altogether. He hid it from her. He purposely hid it from her almost like he 'didn't want her to know' about it.
The more Roxanne thought about it, the more her head started to feel like it was in a tight vise. The pressure just continued to squeeze her already raw and on edge nerves; mounting until she felt like she would pop at any given moment and with Mal constantly wanting her to himself all throughout the day, there was no relief or end to it.
At this point in the game Roxanne wanted nothing more than to lay down in fetal position in her bed and cry, but instead she tried her best to distracted herself as she started getting ready for her bathe assuming that Mal was officially done tormenting her for the day.
The metal door of her locker felt cool with her head pressed up against it, but currently at the moment Roxanne had other pressing issues at hand that were relentlessly nagging at her forefront of her mind. Taking a few steps back, she sighs heavily while putting in the locker combination number.
Grimacing and mentally scolding herself, "Why'd I have to go and do something stupid like that? Especially after this morning? I'll be real lucky if no one noticed us 'doing that.' Seriously...why'd I make out with him in the elevator in the first place?! (pauses in thought to sigh warily again) Do I really need to ask myself that? I know why, because I can't help myself from being attracted to him. And mostly it's a physical thing! (whimpers anxiously after pulling the lock away) I can't help, but love it when he touches me and the way he kisses me...it makes me feel tingly all over. I'm always left with this feeling like I want more of it so badly, though at the same time that 'same hungry' desire for more...scares me. A lot. Because everything he does feels so right when it should be wrong. Very wrong. Especially after everything he's done."
Just as Roxanne had finished pulling out a pair of pajama pants from her locker, a voice she was coming to dread which was followed by a pair of hands that found their way onto her hips from behind startled her so intensely that she dropped her things in an unnerving manner.
Her ears were met with the amused sound of his deep chuckles.
"Calm down beautiful, it just me." Mal said with a knowingly tone laced with that signature smirk of his.
Roxanne's heart was hammering out of control in her chest at the word 'beautiful' while feeling pretty foolish at the same time because of it's effect it had on her. She felt her cheeks heating up, and though her mind at the current moment was spooked by his sudden appearance, she hoped against hope that he wouldn't notice it. But now all dread returned.
"What could he possibly want now?" She mentally whined.
She immediately spun around with a fearful look on her face and attempted to back away while voicing her inner thoughts, "What do you want now? Look, please just leave me alone, I gave you what you wanted today. What more could you possible want at this point? Please Mal, don't do this."
Roxanne wasn't sure if it was her imagination or a trick with the lights, but for a split second Mal actually looked hurt. Regardless the look was so brief that she shrugged it off as just seeing things from her being tired and overly-stressed from a long day spent being forced to be his arm-candy.
He smirked perversely, "Now Red, I thought we were going to be friends, remember?"
Somehow Mal's comment peeved her on a very sensitive level.
While still trying to put some distance between them, Roxanne pops back with as much gusto as she could muster, "Friends don't make friends 'do things' their not comfortable with. (points accusingly in his chest) You knew that, and yet you kept pushing."
Mal cuts off her escape between the locker and the sink pinning her with a smug look, "That depends. (she gives him a confused, but curious stare) This morning you looked pretty content with what we 'were doing'. As for the rest, well...I had to keep you out of trouble somehow and you did make me a promise if I remember correctly. (his smirk widens) And good friends should always keep their promises."
"Unlike you!" Roxanne silently vents thinking about his promise concerning her friends and others things.
Unable to take how uncomfortable things were starting to get between the two of them and the way he was leering down at her, Roxanne finally caved in. She wanted nothing more than to get this day over with and saw no other way of getting out of it or around it.
In a deflated tone Roxanne sighs, "Fine, what do you want?"
Mal was too intoxiated with glee with what he wanted to do next to notice how defeated and bothered by his request that Roxanne was becoming. He had waited patiently all day giddy with anticipation for this moment almost as much as he did formerly that morning to get her in that naughty little outfit for him which he was still savoring the image of in his mind. Her every perfect curve, the heaving of her small pale mounts of soft creamy melons, and the way she flushed furiously trying to hide how uncomfortable she was wearing it in front of him. Nothing could top or even put into words how he felt from the way she looked at him while taking complete control that morning. In a sense any good boy like Mike would have felt violated by such an act, but for him the feeling left him excited beyond all words. It was exhilarating to say the least.
Utterly lost in his own form of thoughts, and chuckling with mirthfulness as he took in her curves, Mal leaned in with his lips just inches from her ear, "Tonight we're going do something I always wanted to do with you. (Roxanne shrunk back with panic, but Mal notices her discomfort and places a reassuring hand on her shoulder) Don't worry, it's nothing sexual."
Scrunching her brow now officially in confusion by his words, Roxanne had always thought, assumed that all he want to do was just that 'something inappropriate' that retain to him 'touching her', but now she wasn't even sure what he wanted.
"If not that, then what is it?" She asked thoroughly baffled.
Mal put on a face that suggested that he was affronted and hurt by her words, and says, "Roxanne, I am truly wounded that you would think that of me. I don't always think about mattress dancing with you?"
Perplexed and slightly repelled by his comment, Roxanne flushes embarrassingly as she shoves Mal's face from hers and sputters out, "Excuse me, but what did you just say to me?!"
Mal's devious grin grew wider by the second as he 'took' that as intuitive to 'explain' further, "You know doll, mattress dancing. Hiding the salami, hittin' the skins, rocking the trailer, the lust and thrust, and my personally favorite 'porking'."
Her mouth drops open in further disgust and without warning slaps his cheek in further embarrassment.
Roxanne snapped in a huffed tone,"I think I got it the first time you pervert! (looks the other way to avoid his smug grin) I knew what it meant, but I still can't believe you would be so perverse as to state it so smugly and openly like that!"
Finding her disgusted with his actions all the more intriguing, Mal laughs in good humor and sends a rush of warm breath onto her cheek in which case causing her to involuntarily quiver from the sensation. He notices it, and somehow likes the effect it has, and does it again to gain the same results a second time around.
Roxanne shutters and heatedly turns her glare back onto him while trying to pry him away, "Stop doing that! If you came all this way to my room just to be an ass to piss me off, then you can leave and show yourself out the door. I am not in the mood for any of your nonsense tonight. Just go."
After several more seconds of getting his fill from ruffling her feathers, Mal finally gets a little more serious, "Don't be so sensitive babe. I'm just having a little fun."
She crosses her arms stiffly over her chest, "Then do it somewhere else and leave me out of it. I'm not amused. (pauses then mutters) Jerk."
Mal smirks and grabs her arms leaning closer in, "Jeez, Red lighten up. Just chill. You need to learn to relax, you're too uptight. (grins widens) And I know just how to fix that."
Roxanne raises a skeptical eye, "Do I even want to know 'how'?"
From the way Mal was grinning at her, Roxanne wasn't certain she wanted to.
Reaching down and picking up her things, Mal goes on, "I'll let you know soon enough. (holds out her fallen clothing towards her) Until then, I'll be accompanying to your bathe (raises an eye to see if she protests) unless of course you disagree to that."
As much as she didn't like the idea of Mal going with her, it was late in the day, and Roxanne really would rather not be followed or ambushed by some creeps while just trying to get a bath before bed.
Snatching the clothing from him in what probably looked like a childish manner which earned her yet again another one of his signature devious smirks, Roxanne reluctantly accepts his offer.
In a moodily manner, Roxanne turns on her heel and stalks sulkily away with her things as he starts to follow closely behind, "Fine. (quickly stops in her tracts and points in his face heatedly) But no funny busy mister, and I mean it!"
Mal raised his hands in defense with a comically stance bearing an obvious false sheepish-looking grin,"Whatever you say."
When they got to the infirmary door, Mal made a face the moment he soon realized that he forgot all about the new deadbolt lock that the Nurse Nancy had installed just recently. In frustration he swore and kicked the door.
Roxanne crossed her arms over her chest while rolling her eyes and mutters, "Idiot."
"Move." She grumbled while catching him off guard and shoving him to the side.
Mal opened his mouth and raised a pointed finger to protest, but as soon as he saw her pull out a key and unlock the door, his jaw dropped out and his once pointed finger now hung limply to his side speechless.
"Where'd you get that?" He demanded inquisitively with a suspicious look after following her inside and securing the door back.
Not turning around while continuing her way to the bathroom, Roxanne throws back him over her shoulder, "Who do you think? It obviously wasn't that moron Chris. (she pauses a moment to open the bathroom door as Mal follows her inside) Nurse Nancy made an extra key so I could use it. 'Gave me one of her famous lectures about 'not using it after Chris's lock-down' crap or she'll confiscate it."
'I see' was all Mal commented with a thoughtful look on his face while placing his hand on the doorknob.
"I suppose that makes sense that the old bat would provide her with a means of getting inside seeing as that she probably thinks 'like everyone else' that Roxanne is the only female of the boys here and would need some source of an advantage in the long run." Mal mused silently to himself as he started to pull the door closed.
After watching Mal close and lock the door as well, the situation once more was becoming all too real to Roxanne. Her nervousness and anxious thoughts were starting to reel their ugly heads again.
Roxanne began to mentally panic while drawing the water in the tub,"What was this last thing he wanted from me?...If it wasn't sex or anything related, then what could it be? Or was it sex related? (another uncomfortable thought entered her mind) He didn't say that whatever it was...that it wasn't!"
When temperature was just right, she stood back to let it finish filling up to her liking while trying to avert her self-conscious glances from Mal's penetrating ones that were undoubtedly been on her the entire time. Nervously she approaches the sink trying to ignore his over-whelming presence that's leaning over towards the side on the door while releasing her hair from her clawed hair clip and letting it cascade down to her shoulders. Looking in the mirror she had begun to realize that her hair was starting to grow out again, but had no way of getting it cut.
"How did they do that here? Does someone come in and cut their hair maybe?" She wondered momentarily distracted from her current predicament.
She was abruptly brought out of her daydreams when she caught from the corner of her eye Mal suddenly making a fast like lightening move towards the tub. He was turning the knobs until the water shut off, and gave her a brief annoyed look that was soon replaced with one that clearly spoke of his anticipation for this very moment.
Realizing that he had been so caught up in the moment of watching her pull her hair loose and utterly mesmerized by it that Mal like her, he too completely forgot about the running water. Slightly annoyed for a second knowing it would have been a pain in the ass to have to clean it all up if the water got out of hand, but those thoughts were soon replaced for what he had long waited for since their little rendezvous this morning.
With his devious trademark smirk quickly plastering his face, Roxanne started to feel on edge again as she watched in dreaded suspense as he drew himself up to his full height and achingly slow made his way towards her.
The second he found his way up to the sink beside her, Mal pulled the hair clip away from her that she was still clutching in her hands that he now noticed were uncontrollably trembling. As much as it pained him to see her look at him that way, Mal still wanted his bargained part of the deal, and it wasn't like he was going to do anything bad to her, though nonetheless he could understand her frightened state too at not knowing what he was up to. Brushing away a fallen strand of hair from her face and earning an immediate flinched reaction from her, Mal silently scoffed at himself from the fact that she was still afraid of him.
The look on her face clearly said it all, "What do you want?", but even so Mal was too over come with giddiness to really take in account her unease as he approached 'the said subject.' Clasping her shoulders with his eager hands, Mal bores his dark gaze down into hers with keen interest, more than a little anxious to get down to busy. Roxanne was so involved with busying herself with watching his every move that the moment his hands came in contact with her arms that she jumped a little with surprise. To add to her already embarrassing situation, she had actually yelped a little too.
Fuel was added to the fire as Mal found her mousy qualities thoroughly amusing, but he would comment on them at a much later time. Right now he had stalled more than enough and wanted what he came here for and that he was gonna get one way or another.
Almost to a point with being too satisfied with himself, Mal's eyes danced with mirth as he finally stated his burning desire all too eagerly, "As I was saying earlier, tonight we're going to do something I've always wanted to do. (Roxanne shifted uncomfortable under his gaze which only enticed him all the more) We're going to bathe together. (draws his face closer to hers and lower voice, but excitement in it still lingered) Just you and me."
The moment those words let his mouth Roxanne froze up. It wasn't like she hadn't seen him naked before or him her for that matter, but bathing with him? No way! She had her limits and she was not about doing that! Even if he did get in the tub with her that once, it was still a very uncomfortable and scary experience for her, and she still hasn't forgotten about it! It was the first time in her life that she had ever had a guy pressed up against her and 'naked!' She had been completely terrified that time and the experience had left a severe scarring mark on her. I mean yeah...maybe his body was pretty ripped and all, but they weren't exactly together back then and it didn't help that he was being a total creep too during that time. Now that she thought about it, it wasn't like they were really together now, to be honest Roxanne wasn't exactly sure what 'this' was now either.
Judging from the unsettling look on Roxanne's perplexed face, Mal only seemed all the more excited by it. He figured she'd protest and not like the idea, but he also thought she prefer it over having sex again, and if it meant he could still find a way to touch her without doing it than this was just as good for him as any.
Roxanne shook her head in protest as she finally found her voice.
"Mal no! Please don't make me do that!" Roxanne pleaded helplessly knowing all too well what his answer would be.
Smirking deviously as ever while Mal calmly explains to her, "Now Roxanne a promise is a promise. And this is the last one of the day. I can assure you that after you do this one little thing for me, I'll leave you alone unless of course (his eyes gleam mischievously) you want me to sleep with you again tonight?"
With a slight twitch of her eye in irritation from his last comment, Roxanne still couldn't get past what he said before that. Roxanne's bottom lip quivered involuntarily as she knew he wasn't going to give up and until he got what he wanted. On the verge of tears, she finally gives in and tries to hold herself together. Bowing her head in defeat, Roxanne reluctantly agrees to do his last request by silently nodding her head slowly like it was taking all her effort to do so.
Excited that Roxanne was finally seeing things his way, it took all he had to keep himself from embracing her and kissing every inch of her like there was no tomorrow, though instead he contained his eagerness for the moment as he drunk her figure in for what had to be the hundredth time that day. His hungry eyes landed on her red locks and had to control the urge to run his fingers through them. He had never wanted to do it before, but now all of sudden it was killing him to know what that felt like. His only experience with it had been on the day he found her and had bathed away the stench of skunk from her body, but it still wasn't the same. Putting those thoughts to the side, because he knew he could always do that and plus others things on a much later occasion, Mal took a step back to fully take her in.
"Good girl." Mal silkily replies while tilting her chin back.
Trying to pull his hand from her face and step away, Roxanne caught the look of lust in his eyes when he thought she didn't notice. Even if like Bailey said that he loved her, his perverse looks still unnerved her each time.
In a pleading tone, Roxanne stammered out, "Stop. (carefully she stepped around him, but he took the intuitive to follow) You're making me uncomfortable."
Raising an eyebrow Mal smirked, "Am I? I'm sorry doll. (he reaches out a hand to the hem of her shirt) Here let me help you with that. When I'm done, you can help me with mine."
Mal starts to pull it upwards, but Roxanne intervenes by stilling his hand with panic, "Mal, what are you doing? (Mal grabs her hand and starts sliding her shirt up again causing her to panic even more) No! Stop it!"
With her last words in a nearly shouting tone, Mal finally stops as he sees the fear in her eyes again, but even more stronger than before.
He profoundly swears under breath.
He takes a hold of her shoulders again and says, "Look, I said I won't do anything to you, so just calm down. Let me undress you, okay? (grabbing her chin with a serious look in his dark stare) You trust me don't you?"
Stifling a whimper from escaping her trembling lips, Roxanne sniffles a little as she hesitates a second longer before nodding her head and allowing him to go further.
Making sure she wasn't going to freak out again, Mal waits for her to remove her hands that were covering her frame in a fearful defense from his prior actions. In only a matter of seconds, he tries again, but more slowly. He soon cast aside her shirt while she wedges her feet out of her shoes, with his skilled fingers he works his way down to her skirt and in seconds it finds it way to the floor beside the discarded shirt. Without warning Mal suddenly dips down to kneel in front of her and quickly removes her socks while smirking at her from his crouched position.
His smirk was unnerving her again, but Roxanne bit her lip to keep it together while continuously reminding herself that he wasn't going to do anything to her which wasn't much comfort from the looks he was giving her now.
When he got back to his feet, he silkily stated, "Your turn."
At first Roxanne was puzzled by what he meant, but as she saw him kicking off his shoes she soon realized the meaning to his words, and gulped nervously.
Adverting her wavering eyes from his piercing ones because she wasn't really ready for this kind of intimacy with Mal, Roxanne slowly and timidly reached out her hands and started to pull his shirt up, but when she got past his shoulders and got to his head, it soon got stuck. She immediately learned that she was too short even with her on her tippy-toes to pull it the rest of the way off. Mal soon realized what the hold up was, and suddenly causing her to squeak in surprise, he leaned himself further into her direction which lead up to her jolting backwards into the wall in sudden panic. He smirked at her mousy behavior yet again as she once more shied her glances else where while pulling his shirt the rest of the way off. Mal peeled himself from her and the wall while waiting for her to finish the task of removing his clothing. If removing his shirt was nerve-racking for her, Roxanne couldn't even phantom hooking her fingers in the liner of his jeans. She nervously tried to calm herself while not looking him in the eye even though she could feel his eyes boring down on her taking in everything. From her nervousness to what she was doing now this very minute. Swallowing her nerves for the moment, and trying not freak out every time her fingers or the back of her hands brushed against his stomach, Roxanne soon had his pants zipped.
Sighing mentally in relief that at least that part was over, or at least she thought it was until he gave her a look that said otherwise and soon realized that he wanted her to pull them off of him too. She gasped and turned beet red because somehow doing that just made things even more intimate between them.
Turning nervously sideways out of embarrassment, Roxanne choked, "Do I have to?"
Cocking his eyebrow up even further with amusement at her body language that suggested that she was thoroughly embarrassed, Mal locks his hands onto her hips and leans in even though she refused to look at him.
In her ear, he muses "Come on doll, don't be shy. You've gotten this far, you might as well finish it."
Like so many times before with his voice in her ear sending tremors down her spine, Roxanne quivered and bit her bottom lip. She really didn't want to go any further, but Mal wasn't giving her any choice in the manner. Sighing out loud, she turns back around to find him eagerly awaiting her attention. Blushing out of control and as quickly as she could, Roxanne pushed his pants down enough for him to remove them the rest of the way. The moment they were off and his socks that followed, Mal smirked while taking just a few short steps to her. With wall behind her, Roxanne had no where to go.
With a suave tone, Mal placed his hands on her small shoulders, "Lean in."
At this point Roxanne wasn't even sure why she was taking his orders, but for the moment followed them. The sooner she did this the sooner she could get it over with and go to bed. But it was still a little unnervingly to know that this psychopath that tormented her for this long throughout juive was the same guy that held feelings for her. That actually loved her! The thought scared and excited her at the same time, but it still didn't help her with how she felt about it all. Not with what he's done and if she knew him like she did was going to continue to do as he pleased regardless of what he felt for her. His actions hurt her more than he realized, even if they were not directed towards her, and she wanted it to stop, but just couldn't figure out how to get him to.
If he could just stop trying to attack her through her friends only because she wouldn't give him what he wanted and focused more on his terrible people skills, they could have had a better understanding of one another instead of this. Him always trying to find ways to control her. That in itself was really starting to wear her down, and it hurted her. A lot. Because deep down she didn't hate him as much as she tried to convince herself that she did, in all honesty she kind of respected him to a certain extent. He had a way of making himself known, going after what he wanted and not letting anyone get in his way of doing it. No one here aside from Steve was crazy enough to get in his way. In a sense she almost kind of liked him. Almost.
That right there was why this all hurted so much. It was the fact that sometimes, she wanted to like him. She wanted to give him a chance, but she was more than certain that he was just going to blow it and not take her or her feelings in account seriously. He was too cocky and full of himself. The jerk was going to lead to his own demise if he kept it up.
The moment Roxanne leaned into him with the help of him drawing her closer with his hands on her hips, he immediately ran his fingers up to the small of her back, sending shivers throughout her body. Roxanne bit her lip to hold back from gasping from the sensation it was giving her. She feel how excited he was from the beating of his heart with her face pressed up against his chest, this feeling, this closeness was still something she could never get use to. Nor being forced to press her hands up against him either. Maybe it was because she just couldn't fully trust him or was it possible that deep down she knew she was still afraid of him? Either way getting too close to him always made her self-consciously aware of how uncomfortable touching him was for her, it was on levels she couldn't explain even if she wanted to.
The snapping of her bra soon drew her unnerving thoughts back to the present as it was followed by the brush of his lips onto her ear as he started to speak while pulling away the thin layer of cloth that separated her soft small mounds of flesh from their confinement.
With his hands sliding down to her hips again, he stops there while Roxanne immediately turns to step away, but Mal stills her actions by looping his arm around her waist drawing her back.
Like before, but this time with her back to him, Mal glides his fingers in a possessive manner over her stomach and purrs in her ear silkily, "I'm gonna wash every inch of you tonight, (Roxanne gasps from the sensations with eyes clamped shut, without warning he spun her around forcing her hand to do as he did to her but to him) and you doll, will do the same. (Roxanne looks horrified) I don't want to hear any complaints or any whining. I expect you to do the same for me too."
As hard as she tried to pry her hand from his while he forced her to touch his chest, Roxanne flushed with embarrassment and managed to spat out, "B-But...I-I thought that-,"
Mal smirked as he used her hand to draw her closer and placing his other hand on her back and chuckles, "You thought we'd bathe separately in the same tub?...No no no no. (his smirk grows while shaking his head negatively) I don't think so. I wanted to do this with you for awhile."
"F-For a while?" Roxanne nervously cuts in.
Without skipping a beat, Mal goes on after releasing her, "That's right. That night I was washing your hair led me to having a little fantasy involving the two of us bathing together like a 'real couple'. (crosses arms never letting his wander from her nervous ones) After all we will be just 'that' the day we bail this dump. (points to his head to empathize his next words meaning) Ever since then I just couldn't get the image out of my head."
Practically clawing the wall at this point in panic, Roxanne tries to calm herself, "Oh God, I can't do this! I don't want to do this! But if I don't h-he'll never leave me alone until I do. (whimpers out loud in misery) Why can't he just suggest something else less intimate...like...like I don't know maybe me massaging his back or something? This is so not how I wanted to end the day. (sighs long-windily) I might as well get a hold of myself and try to remain calm. Me freaking out here doesn't do anything for me on my part, but for him, it only excites him all the more. I hate him! I really hate him right now!"
Unknowingly while Roxanne was mentally fretting to herself, Mal was taking into account some things of his own 'aside from her nearly nude form' that she was carefully hiding from his penetrating gaze. What he could she of her pleased him a lot, and with the memory of their recent little activities that morning an idea suddenly struck him.
Before she had even a chance to turn her head or even protest, Mal pounced on her pinning her into the wall causing her shriek out loud in sudden startlement.
Like a predator he smirked down at her with both hands pressed against wall so she could not escape, "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you babe."
Roxanne went from looking fearfully up at him to looking pissed off, "Mal get off of me! What the hell is wrong with you?"
Chuckling in a way that made Roxanne soon frightened again, she tried wiggle to find a loop hole somewhere in his web's design to escape, but wasn't having any luck and with that knowledge Roxanne started to feel even more unsettled by the second.
Licking his bottom lip as he noticed her stiffening up with fear, Mal quietly says, "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. As a matter of fact, looking at you just now has suddenly reminded me of something."
"W-What?" Roxanne squeaked out in a small scared voice.
Smirking in a way that always disturbed her, Mal goes on with a look in his eyes that suggest that he's revealing his inner most thoughts, "Well you're probably not going to like this, but to be honest with you, when we were having our little fun this morning, I never realized just how much I enjoyed fucking innocent little Zoey in that run-down little flat. (cupping her mouth in disgust and shock like hearing it for the first, Roxanne listened on in horror) With Mike's raging hormones I really couldn't help myself, I guess what I'm trying to say is even though I couldn't stand the little bitch personally, I still enjoyed fucking her senseless and what we did this morning was no exception doll. I've come to realize just how much I miss fucking in general. (his eyes light up) And you know, since you're gonna be my little wifey soon enough, I don't see any reason why I can't start fucking you now on a regular basis."
Roxanne immediately comes out of her shock long enough to remark fearfully, "Y-You can't do that! You promised me that this was it! The deal was only suppose to last for today!"
With a short amused chuckle, Mal eyes lit up the moment he grabs her chin drawing her face closer towards him, "Roxanne, Roxanne that maybe the case today, but you forget that you are still my pretty little slave girl, and come tomorrow I'm gonna start fucking you with every chance I can get."
On the verge of almost hyperventilating Roxanne lips quivers as she whimpers in full out panic, "No! Please no!"
Mal sighs as he comes to realize the panic he just instilled into the girl he so longingly lusts for. It irked him immensely that he couldn't get her to return the desire that he had for her. He knew when they touched she liked it, he could tell, but getting her to want to be touched by him was the problem. She didn't want him in the same sense that he wanted her, but at the moment he wasn't going to linger on those irksome thoughts, instead he was going to put his center of enjoyment of their bath together.
After several minutes later of stroking her hair which ironically enough he wanted to do in the first place but not like this while softly reassuring her 'that everything was going to be alright' in a lower toned-voice to calm her down again, Mal soon coaxed her out of her panties while he peeled off his boxers and in a matter of seconds they were both in the tub.
She hated it. Roxanne hated it. Everytime they would fight or if something went wrong he do 'that' for her. He'd comfort her, but it hurt the worst when just right after the cycle would start all over again. Him hurting her friends and wanting to touch her. Them fighting. Then him comforting her. The cycle never ended.
And it hurted. It hurted her more than he could ever know.
Just like now as he had excitedly explained that he wanted her to bathe him first and then he her in return when she finished, Roxanne was so over come with discomfort by all of this, that she wasn't even afraid anymore. Just really depressed.
After awkwardly getting around washing the majority of him, bending over him in questionable positions while he sat and as he said before promised to keep his hands to himself, Roxanne soon moved onto her finally task: washing his hair. Because her torso was much smaller than his she had no choice but to get on her knees and practically bend over him to reach the top of his head. While she was doing this, for the first time since they got into the tub, Mal placed his hand on her hip while the other rested on the side of the tub. At first Roxanne came close to freaking out and protesting, but seeing as he was only doing it to steady himself, she let it slide even though it still put her on edge. She could feel her cheeks burning red through the entire ordeal she was having to do this for him. Looking down, she could tell he was thoroughly enjoying what she was doing for him as he sat there with his eyes closed with an expression of being lost in pure bliss on his features.
Peeking up at her with one eye open suddenly, Mal muses out loud, "This is nice doll, really nice. We should do this kind of thing more often. Maybe I'll have you do this for me every night for now on, what'd ya say?"
With a smirk forming playfully on his lips, Roxanne blushed at the idea having to do this every night with him, but at the same time her heart was still heavy with her troubling burdens of the day and past days before that. To appease him for the time being, she just silently nodded her head out of fear if she spoke she would break down.
Mal seemed pleased with her reply, closing his eyes once more and after pausing another moment, he continued, "I suppose if you did this for me every night, I could cut you some slack in the bedroom. I mean I was going to have you every day and on the day if I could manage it without getting caught, but this could satisfy my needs too. (opens his eyes again taking her curves in once again) Looking at you now is all I need to keep me truly happy...at least for the moment. (his smirks intensifies) And believe me this pleases me greatly."
Roxanne said nothing, but continued to let him hear himself talk. It was all she could really do anyways. If he wanted something, he was going to get it one way or another, and it made her sick knowing that if he didn't get it, he would bring Bailey and Duncan into this, and she knew he would if it meant getting her to consent to his wishes. It was because of that, that Roxanne started to question whether or not if maybe Big Ed and Bailey were mistaken. Maybe he didn't love her, maybe he just love trying to find ways to break her instead. After all he made it very clear time and again to Steve that there was nothing between them and that he was not capable of love, and that it was only just nonsense. She wasn't sure why, but on that night he said those words at the front doors entrance, it stung her. His words cut like a knife. She wasn't even sure what she was expecting from him when all that happened, but she wasn't expecting him to be so cold either.
Nevertheless the entire time she was in the process of finishing up with scrubbing his hair, he excitedly explained every little thing he wanted to try on her soon when he got her next, but what he wanted to do that scared her the most was him trying out her 'backdoor' since he stated that he never tried it with neither Zoey nor Bailey before. As horrified by it as Roxanne was, she listened on while trying to keep herself from losing it as he explained that even though he hurts at first that 'most girls' like it, and was definitely gonna tap hers soon enough.
All Roxanne could think about at the moment was Bailey's words of warning from earlier, "She was right! As soon as I gave it up for him, that's all he wants from me now! (clamping her legs closer together uncomfortably) I don't wanna do that with him again, it still hurts down there from this morning! I can't do it again!...I can't!...I just can't!"
Unable to take in much more of it, Roxanne froze as she stared down at him in perplexed fear dropping the cup in her hands that she was using to rinse out the soap and shampoo from his hair only seconds ago. The moment it hit the tub, it caused Mal to snap out of his erotic fantasy-in-dosed coma long enough to see how terrified Roxanne really was. The second he saw her bottom lip quivering and her eyes glossing over, he knew that all flood gates were about to let loose. She started to finally break down as she scooted away from him as far as the tub would allow and crumbled, burying her face in her trembling fingers that were followed by hysterically-hiccuped cries.
With his shoulders sagging and feeling like a really lousy chump, Mal swears under his breath while wondering what he could have done to earn this. He thought things were going good between them. She even said she'd be his friend although at the time he was just trying to save his ass from being caught and found out about his true feelings he was trying to keep locked down. What he do wrong this time?
Still pondering that, Mal leans over and awkwardly calls out to her, "Hey...w-what'd I say wrong? Roxanne, please don't do this, I don't know what to do when you're crying like this. (carefully pulls her to him) Just stop and tell me what's wrong?"
Even with her clinging to him in his arms as he tried cuddling her, stroking her hair, rubbing her back, kissing her brow, she still continued to cry out of control, and Mal was starting to wonder if he was ever going to get her stop.
"Whatever I said, I'm sorry just please stop crying." He mumbled in her ear as now he tried rocking her, then added after pausing a moment, "I thought we were having a good time together. Today was good. If you wanted me to wash you first, you could have just said so. I would have done it for you doll."
After a few more minutes, Roxanne's broken sobs turned into small hiccuped gasps and as much as she wanted to be anywhere than here right now, she ignored her pride and embarrassment by clinging even harder to the one that hurt her the most. By now even he was silent. Words were not needed because as crazy as it sounded their unspoken bound of silence and leaning on the other was more than enough for words alone. As horrible as things were in juvie Mal could always tell when something was wrong, maybe not at first, but he soon caught onto it quickly enough, and oddly enough Roxanne could tell the same when it came to him in return. Only he usually refused her help. He was too proud to accept it, or was there something else holding him back? Like maybe fear?
Regardless if it was fear holding him back from letting her in, then just what was it that he was afraid of?
Staring into space while looking over Mal's shoulders as she continued holding on tightly to him, in a small hoarse voice, Roxanne mumbled, "Why'd you trick me? Why'd you do it?"
A little taken back by her sudden burst of questions, but glad that at least she had finally stopped crying, Mal hesitated before answering as Roxanne slowly pulled back to look at him.
In a more lighter tone, Mal switched his normal tone back on, "Come on Red, don't give me that. You know you wanted it the moment we started making out. Yeah, I mean I might have given you a little push when I made that comment about having a 'body of mine of own' for the first time, but you can't sit here and tell me that you didn't want it as much as I did because I know you did. I could tell you were curious doll. I could see it by looking at you, you wanted to know what it felt like to have power over me because deep down you knew it would feel good and it did, didn't it?"
As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. She did want just for once to be in control and have him at her mercy, but only out of revenge for all the terrible things he's done to her and plus others like her.
Stifling a sob, Roxanne averted her gaze shamefully, "Yeah, but that doesn't change how dirty and used it makes me feel inside."
"What'd ya mean by that?" Mal asked in confusion.
"What hell is that suppose to mean? She's like the second most purest person I know aside from Zoey?" Mal mentally ponders with a disgusted shudder.
Completely irritated that he wasn't catching onto what she meant by that, Roxanne lifts her eyes onto his and raises her tone, "What do you think Mal? I feel completely disgusted with myself, okay?! I acted just like a slut! (with fresh tears streaming down her cheeks, she averts her eyes again for a split second in shame and then angrily looks back) Just look at me Mal, I've become a whore!"
He could not explain it, but he didn't like hearing her say that. It bothered him immensely.
Mal shot back, "No, you haven't."
Roxanne argued, "Yes I have!"
More firmly with a harshness in his tone, Mal's eyes shone with reproach, "No, you haven't. You're too pure for 'that' Roxanne, I don't want to ever hear you say anything like that again. Do you hear me?"
Stumbling over Mal's scolding response, Roxanne mumbles in a quiet, tight voice, "Yes, but I-,"
Not going to hear another word of it, Mal grabs her shoulders, "Roxanne, look at me. I know what you were doing, and it's okay that you did it. What you were doing felt good to you, didn't it?"
Slightly embarrassed for having to admit it, Roxanne gasps back her sobs in a small voice, "At the time...yeah."
Feeling like he was starting to make progress, Mal goes on, "Then there was nothing wrong with what you did, you just wanted to know what it felt like to be the 'one in control'. You had every intention of conquering me. Don't try to deny it (grabs her chin) I know, because I could tell right away that you did. You weren't scared then, so why are you now? Why would you be when you were so confident then? Think about it. Tell me how'd it make you feel?"
Roxanne paused shamefully while averting her eyes from his. This she didn't want to admit, but from the look Mal was sending her, he was growing impatient.
In a whimpering tone followed by more cries, Roxanne squeezed out, "Good."
Almost slightly annoyed that it took her so long to admit that, Mal smirked as he stated, "Of course it did doll, I knew you wanted it from the way you look at me when you shoved me back onto your bed. You wanted to know how it felt to exert power over me and I let you do it."
Perplexed and with something in his cocky and over confident tone, Roxanne couldn't explain it, but bothered her, and she didn't like it. Not one bit.
Pulling further back away from him with a look of anger starting to cross her face, Roxanne inquires in a demanding tone, "What do you mean 'you let me do it'? I wasn't doing it just to dominate you, you asshole! I did it because I knew if I didn't, you would force me into it later, like you were talking about doing just moments ago! I refuse to be another one of your victims!"
Mal opened his mouth to speak, but Roxanne cut him off as she rose to get out of the tub because she was now officially fed up with his shit, "Shut up! (raises her voice) I'm not done! You sit here in this tub, hold me, coddle me, and tell me everything is going to be fine, but that's just it Mal 'everything isn't going to be fine!' You lie! And you hurt me over and over again! Don't try to deny it!"
By now Roxanne was fully out of the tub and grabbing for a towel with Mal hot on her trail with a pissed off look of his own as he tries to rack his brain and search for what went wrong here. They were doing good just moments ago before she started crying and now...this?
Within a matter of seconds he was standing over her with a dark look brewing in his eyes, Mal shouted over her, "What the hell are you talking about?! I've never hurt you! When have I ever went back on my word?! I've always kept it! You're the one that never kept your word to me! You kissed that little worm Elliot!"
It took everything Roxanne had in her not to throttle him as she pursed her lips tightly and shouted back in response, "I told you it wasn't like that! How many times do I have to tell you before it finally sinks into you dumb-oaf!"
A visible vein in Mal's forehead was starting to throb, but just like moments before Roxanne gave him no time to explode sending one of his little episodes flying out of control.
Pulling herself up to her full height and poking him in the chest, Roxanne snaps viciously back with a dangerous look in her eye, "And another thing! Yes, You did hurt me Mal, (pauses to catch her breath) maybe not with your bare hands, but you hurt me through my friends by hurting them! You constantly make threats if I don't give you what you want, you hurt them instead! Are you blind or you just stupid?! Or do you think that I'm the one that's just stupid?! You think just because you're not hurting me physically yourself that you're not hurting me at all, is that it?!"
Mal's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the realization of her words, she got him, and good this time. He knew she was right, but was too proud to admit it. Letting out a shocked gasp, Mal almost nearly choked on his next set of words if he hadn't stopped himself in time to regain his composure first.
His eyes glowed like black coals in their sockets as Mal spat back, "Just what the hell is that suppose to mean?! They were always getting in my way, always sticking their damn noses in my business! Not to mention with Bailey filling your head with my past rendezvous with her and Zoey! It was none of her damn business telling you those things in the first place! (points his finger accusingly) And you! Always looking for a chance to run away from me! When will you realize and get it through that thick stubborn little head of yours that you are mine! You belong to me! And you always will!"
Grabbing her shoulders with more force than he was aware of due to his anger lashing out of control, Mal thundered, "I am never letting you go! Not now or ever! Not even if that son of a bitch of an old man tries to intervene by breaking off the wedding! If I have to, I will kidnap you and fly to another country!"
Unable to pry him off of her the entire time he was yelling and glaring at him for the naming calling of her grandfather, Roxanne finally stops trying to shove him over and slaps him hard enough that his face jolted to the side gaining her enough time to get out of his reach.
Stepping away she screams almost in his face, "Get the fuck away from me!"
Both stood glaring venomously at the other panting and out of breath for several minutes, before Roxanne rounds off on him again.
Wrapping the towel around her properly, Roxanne points at him with daggers for eyes and says, "You are not kidnapping me! Because I promise you if you try it, I will make your life hell if you do!"
Gritting his teeth and sending her dangerous looks of his own, Mal turns his back to grab a towel and covers himself. When he was done securing it properly around him, he crossed his arms of his chest and started from Roxanne's point of view from what she could was 'sizing up' the situation at hand.
In a less hostile voice, Mal demanded more calmly, "Why are you doing this, Red? You weren't mad or upset all day until just now unless you wanna over look this morning and that dipstick on the turf. (pauses and quints a second in thought then snaps) Bailey! She put more of her lies into your head again, didn't she? Didn't she?! (storming closer towards her and hovers angrily) What did she say?!"
Narrowing her eyes at him for daring to be the one to be demanding anything from her, Roxanne remarks heatedly, "For starters, yes Bailey did tell me some things and for another back off! (shoves him back out of her personal space) First things first, you forced me to spend all day with you today against my will even when I begged you to just leave me alone, but no...you refused! I didn't want to be your damn arm-candy jerk-off! Not to mention, I'm still pissed with you for tricking me into giving up my chastity to some creep like you! (hurt clearly seen in her eyes and her voice starting to crack) Don't you realize that I can never get that back! I never wanted my first time to be anything like that! I hate you, Mal! I really hate you!"
Taken back by the hurt he saw that he caused, but still angry at being talked down to like that, Mal's mind was in turmoil as he stood there grinding his teeth and fists while averting his eyes as he growled irritably with Roxanne and himself.
"I'm sorry." He muttered under his breath with his head still lowered and his gaze still averted from hers.
Fighting back more tears that she could feel coming, Roxanne stared at him in disgust.
"I don't believe you." Roxanne said barely an audible tone.
Mal snapped his head back up into her direction and shot back, "W-What? (more aggressively) Why not?!"
Folding her arms over her chest too, Roxanne started listed off 'why', "Because you lied to me Mal. You told me if I agreed to say 'yes' and marry you and be 'yours' that you would leave Bailey alone and not expose her. (more heatedly) Again you lied to me! You piece of shit! Do you realize what you've done?! Bailey's life is now in jeopardy because of what you did! She will now have it far more worse here than I ever will because Duncan alone can not keep all of these creeps off of her! (screams) How could you?! I must have been so stupid to have thought that you ever cared about me! You're only here to look after 'you' and no one else!"
By now Roxanne was screaming and crying at him at full force, unleashing her pent up stress and letting her emotions take over. What hurt even more was the fact that she wanted to throw in his face that he didn't even have the balls to man up and tell her that he loves her, but Bailey's life was already on the line and with Mal who knew what he'd do to her if Roxanne was foolish enough to expose her knowledge concerning that subject. So she kept her mouth closed for the time being even though it was hot on her thinly pursed lips and ready to be unleashed if only given the word.
Mal was speechless, but at the same time his temper was still just as visible as her as he glared back at her with mirrored hurt and anger in his eyes as well. As much as he wanted to deny that what she said was true, and come clean and tell her how he felt, Mal knew couldn't. And it cut him deep. Real deep. He never realized that love could hurt this much and he was starting to regret ever experiencing it even though at the same time he didn't want to give her up either. He just couldn't expose his feelings. Not here. Not in this place. It was way too dangerous.
With Mal lost in his wretched thoughts, Roxanne continue to glower unsettlingly at him.
Snapping him from his depressing thoughts, Roxanne coldly remarked "I don't know what my grandfather saw in you, but it clearly wasn't much. You only want my in marriage for the money! Admit it! You're just a sadistic-perverted asshole who's only interest is in my grandfather's seat of power. (daring him to deny it) Not too long ago, you made demands of me wanting me to give you my heart, when you had no intention of doing the very same in return! Mal, What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Knowing very well that he could not answer that statement and demand properly, Mal clicked his tongue in frustration.
Feeling the heat of their argument going to his head, Mal let his temper go, "I'm not perfect, what did you expect from me?"
Feeling hurt because he wouldn't say it 'that he loved her', and finally pushed over the edge, Roxanne hurtfully tossed back, "I never expected you to be perfect, I just wanted the truth."
Somehow this pissed him, from previous times he tried and tried again to tell her just that, but she wouldn't have it.
Heatedly Mal growled, "I once tried to give you the truth and my apology, but you refuse both of them. You wouldn't listen to me!"
Roxanne shot back, "Because you never listen to me!"
It was like tables were turned because Mal was now the explosive one. Everything she said was now setting him off.
His temper only getting hotter by the second, Mal exploded back, "I always listen you, damn it! You are the only one I listen to and you know it!"
Not stepping down and matching his flames with her own, Roxanne shouted, "That's bullshit! You're a liar and a promise breaker! I hate you! Why can't you find someone else to torment and just leave me alone!"
As soon as she lashed out her rage on him, Roxanne struck him so hard that his bottom lip starts to bleed.
Slightly startled by her violent reaction to their argument, Roxanne take a few steps back and looks down at her raised fist, but then immediately blinks away her dazed expression and sobers up quickly as she realizes how much it shocked Mal himself.
"She struck me? She actually struck!" Mal thought in a baffled state of mind as he pressed his fingers onto his bottom lip and saw the blood himself.
White-hot searing anger scorched through him as he suddenly surges forward and slams her up against the wall while she frantically grabs at his pants on the floor in the process and was lucky enough to retrieve his knife while flipping it out. In a matter of seconds, she held it against his throat in her only line of defense. Immediately Mal freezes up and loosen his gripe around her wrist and throat.
"Put it down. Now." He growls not taking his eyes from hers.
Roxanne saw for a second the moment she press the blade against his throat a a flash of fear in his eyes, and knew she had the advantage here.
When Roxanne did not respond to his order verbally or by physically means, Mal growled again, "Don't make me say it again. (pleading look in his eyes) I don't want to hurt you Roxanne."
With hatred burning in her eyes, Roxanne spoke in a cold low tone, "Get off of me, or I will cut you."
For the first time, Mal could see how serious and deadly she really was, and knew she wasn't playing around with him anymore. After one last glance to see if her cold exterior would crumble if tested longer, Mal finally gave as he stepped away and backed off, but with a dark look in his eyes. He was hurt, but at the same time thoroughly pissed that the girl he wanted was closing herself off from him and that he could not believe that he lost this much control over her. He could also tell that she was shutting off her heart from him, and it was more painfully then he would care to admit.
Stepping further back and quickly gathering up her clothes, Roxanne swiftly got dressed never letting her eyes off of him the entire time. When she was done, she paused at the door giving him one last warning glance with his knife in her hand pointed directly at him, she narrowed her eyes and made her threat known.
Roxanne's tone of voice and the look in her eyes was as cold as ice,"If you ever try to hurt my friends again, I will kill you. I mean it. Stay away from them and stay away from me."
With that being said, Roxanne tossed him his knife and both of them watched long enough to see it land on the bathroom rug in front of his feet. She spoke not a word and nor did she even slam the door on her way out.