The expression on Mal's face fell blank. He knew she was up to something judging from the cocky grin on her face, but he wasn't expecting this.
He snorted, shaking his head as he deadpanned, "You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me."
Mal threw his head back and broke into a fit of laughter, not even caring anymore about how pissed he previously was about the collar, at least not for the moment he wasn't.
After getting his fill, and seeing the dead set look in her eyes, Mal humored her a little further, "You can't be serious! You don't actually believe I'm going to sit here. Go along with this. And let you do something as fatuous as parade me around juvie like your prison bitch, do you?"
Mal blew his hair out of his eyes and drawled even further into amusement, "Oh...you'd liked that wouldn't you doll? Fancying me your slave boy and having me at your beck and call, don't you?"
Mal looked as though he was about to add something more to his statement, but the longer he looked her in the eye the more it was becoming clear that she was not joking around even though she was smirking like an evil little imp.
She was serious! She was actually serious!
Mal couldn't believe what she was initiating. He didn't know how to respond to it. He wasn't even sure if he was completely against it either, which was something that surprised him even more or less. However he looked at it, it was the most scandalous little stunt she had ever tried to pull over him yet- aside from trying to seduce him on a few rare occasions in the past.
"You actually mean to go through with this, don't you?" He lamely said more out of statement than question.
Snatching up his chin so as that he wasn't to miss a thing, Roxanne made her terms quite clear.
With the victorious look of triumphant flashing in her cold stare, Roxanne flatly stated, "Yes Mal, I'm serious. And yes, you will be my slave from now on, and you will obey my every word because if you DON'T...you will suffer immensely for it. And trust me, I'll make sure of it. (in a softer but just as cold tone) You will do as I tell you to because if DON'T..."
Roxanne trailed off while roughly pulling his face closer towards hers.
"I WILL PUNISH YOU!" She viciously snapped at him.
Mal went in a state of being numb and speechless.
"What the hell?! Where is all of this coming from? She was never like this before. Roxanne was always so...always so sweet and good. Even to someone as evil as I am. But never like this. (his eyes widened into realization and horror) I-I d-did this to her!...I finally broke her." Mal concluded in shock as he was suddenly savagely brought back to reality when her hand connected with his cheek.
SLAP!
"Pay attention asshole!" Roxanne snapped while glaring holes right through him.
"I was!" Mal shot back giving her just as much an aggravated look as he rubbed the sore side of his face.
"No, you weren't and don't argue with me!" She growled back in retaliation.
Mal muttered out a gruff 'fine' as Roxanne went on.
Shockingly enough she reached down and yanked him up by the 'damnable collar', but wasn't shocked by it! In fact, neither of them were!
Her tone was just as cold as ever as Roxanne vented on,"Now that I have your full attention jerk face! Starting tomorrow morning since you want to spend so much time with me...and you will. You will do everything I tell you to. No matter what it is, you will do it! I'm through being nice to you Mal. I'm done trying to talk to you. It's gotten me no where with the likes of you, and I'm tired of it. You've done nothing but hurt me over and over! As of tonight, it stops! You are going to learn for once what it feels like to be at the mercy of someone who doesn't care one bit about you, nor keeps their promises either! ( her tone gets twice as vicious) I will never be so foolish as to believe in your lies and let you hurt me like this ever again!"
She suddenly turned her face away, but not fast enough. Mal had seen it. He caught onto the pained expression and the tears forming in her eyes before she looked away.
She quickly withdrew herself away from him to a safe distance as Mal pulled himself up to a sitting position.
In a muffled tone of voice that he barely caught, Roxanne murmured, "Just leave."
Caught between still feeling angry with her and now feeling shitty for being the one who hurt her like that in the first place, Mal said nothing as he got up to his feet and left without looking back.
All of this played continuously over in Mal's mind. Her words. Her face. The cold, upset look in her eyes. His anger and the shock he felt from having the rug yanked out from under him. All of it repeated itself like a broken record over and over as he stood there under the shower head with a blank, dead stare in his eyes while the hot water drizzled down over him in dull silence. It was real. All of it. And it was really happening. Aside from the background noise of loud voices echoing off the walls and a rowdier group of guys close by going about with their business, Mal didn't notice or even hear them. Not really.
At first he was hesitant to step into the shower, only out of fear of being electrocuted by the confounded collar around his neck, but surprisingly enough he soon discovered to his relief that he wasn't. Nevertheless, in his case he wasn't sure if he should feel surprised by it or just plain lucky, which he wasn't certain. However that soon past, his mind didn't dwell on it for long, it was quickly replaced and preoccupied with other concerns at the moment.
He was now dealing with his raw, bottled-up emotions and the current situation at hand he would soon be facing. Confused now with how he should feel because on one hand he was angry for million reasons it seems. The main one that was eating at him the most at the moment was him letting his rage and jealousy drive a wedge between himself and Roxanne. On the inside, he knew even though he didn't want to admit when he was wrong, that it was all his fault. He knew he should have treated her better. He knew that, but he also knew if he started acting 'soft' in front of the other guys like himself, it would spell out trouble for him later. Mal had been stuck between a rock and a hard-place for quite a while.
He wasn't even sure for how long anymore. All he knew was that it all started around the time he began to develop feelings for her, and because of that his iron-fist rule over this place- his sweet, little setup was starting to crumble under his feet due to it. He was having a difficult time keeping up his evil presence and cruel dealings, and all it took was one look at her, those eyes and he wanted to melt like a silly little school girl having her first crush. It was sickening, and it was enough to drive him bat-shit crazy. He was so use to being the one in charge and running the place, making everyone shrink away in terror of his mere presence, but now that she came along, everything ironically enough was in more disorder and chaos than what he was accustom to dealing with. The type of chaos and mayhem she brought was bringing down everything he worked so hard to achieve here. And for a time, it infuriated him beyond words until suddenly things only started to spiral more out of control than what he could handle now that he actually cared about how his actions affected her.
Even so he was also angry due to her cold and distant behavior she's been exhibiting towards him all day that started the very night before all of this. He still couldn't understand what set her off that night or why she was suddenly so ticked off with him. All he knew was Bailey was involved with it and he was still bent on making her pay for it, but for the time being it would have to wait. He had other problems to deal with first. Like the collar for example and some how finding a way to remove it and sweet talking Roxanne into taking it off was out of the question. She wasn't as dense or as clueless as Zoey was, so he knew whatever he was going to do or say it would have to be believable or he'd be further screwed if he failed. The collar had to come off, no questions asked. That was another thing, Mal was actually more surprised than angry that she willingly had the fire to try and force him into being her slave. He never actually agreed to it nor disagreed to it. The reason being was the same reason he was standing here now with this feeling of being void of all emotions except the one he saw in her eyes before he left.
Hurt.
Had he really hurt her this bad? Bad enough that she would do anything to get him back in return? Had she really been suffering this long?
Once again Mal was feeling ashamed with himself due to his screw-ups, but he didn't have long to mull over his misgiving due to them being interrupted by a deep voice he knew all too well. That very same voice that had carried over to his shower's stall was now invading his most inner thoughts, it was infuriatingly enough like nails on a chalkboard.
"What's the matter chump?" Steve gloated as he casually stepped into the shower next to his and started turning the knobs.
Mal tensed up and gritted his teeth at the sound of his voice while he said nothing hoping Steve would take the hint and shut up, but he didn't.
"You know, I noticed you looked a little tense during kitchen duty this evening." Steve kept on in a mockingly tone of voice.
And again Mal said nothing as he tried to remain passive and ignore him, but his patience was wavering. And quickly.
"You're not having a bit of tough love with your slave girl, are you?" Steve continued to push on with that same annoying arrogant tone in his voice that got to Mal every time.
It wasn't long before all the voices started to die down some due to those all around them starting to pick up on what was going on between juvie's most feared and deadly of opposing villains. Mal was fighting hard with himself at this point not to step out of his stall and wring Steve's neck.
Steve started to notice it too. He had watched during Mal's and Roxanne's punishment from Chris and Chef, and had noticed the heavy tension between the two. It was thick enough to cut a knife through it like butter. The venomous look in Roxanne's gaze when she told Mal to back off when he had simply tried to help take care of her cut was enough for Steve to know that there was indeed trouble in paradise.
He smirked as he cocked his head over in Mal's direction when he caught him glaring dangerously back at him. It was transparent as day to him that Mal was thoroughly peeved by him invading his personally business.
The second Mal saw Steve's all-knowing smirk, he narrowed his eyes heatedly before he finally stiffly turned his business back to his shower without a word, but the look he gave Steve was clear enough for him to know that he was about to crack. Nevertheless Steve wasn't intimidated by it, undoing Mal and dismantling him piece by piece was what he enjoyed most.
"Weren't you the one that was telling me you knew how to treat the ladies right not too long ago?" Steve boasted with persistence as he checked the temperature before removing his towel around his waist and tossing it to the side before stepping in under the water.
Mal's whole backside twitched intensely from his pent-up feelings of rage washing over him as he held it in from unleashing it on his sworn enemy. He was coming close to losing it.
"Shut up." He growled in warning without even looking up.
In the same condescending tone laced with amusement, Steve dared to say, "You know I heard from one of the guys that little Red mopped the floor with your ass during your little "couple's counseling."
Seeing that he finally was getting the desired effect he was going for Steve continue to drive the hammer on down. In an almost innocent, but yet careless fashion as though he didn't know his words were truly affecting his rival, Steve picked up his wash cloth and bar of soap as he started to lather up suds of soap without even bothering to look over at Mal in his direction.
In the same tone of voice as his body language, but more mockingly, Steve drawled, "So...what'd you do, forget her birthday? Forget a date? Oh wait! Don't tell me I know...you still haven't asked her to be your little wifey yet, have you?"
Almost nearly gnashing his teeth in, Mal finally snapped under the pressure.
"I said SHUT UP!" Mal snarled as he jerked his head up at Steve.
Completely unperturbed by Mal's sudden outburst, Steve slightly raised one of his eyebrows as he regarded Mal with good humor. His eyes lit up when he finally noticed the collar for the first time, but pretended he didn't notice as he continued to finish up his shower.
"So she actually was able to pull it off. (pauses as he takes in Mal's angry stare) I'm impressed, even more so that he didn't kill her. Looks like the little ginger farm boy was right. Roxanne is quite the little firecracker once she's lit. I'm curious to see what she'll do now that she has our infamous juvie king at her mercy." Steve silently mused to himself.
In a cool, level-headed tone of voice, Steve remarked, "A little testy today, aren't we your highness?"
Mal's eyes darken as he clenches his fists tightly at his sides getting ready to throw at punch if it came down to it.
Pete and Big Ed by this point was starting to notice the tension between the two, but didn't interfere. They stood back and waited.
Mal noticed them watching out of the corner of his eyes, but said nothing. In all truth and honesty, and as appalling as this was going to sound, Mal was oddly enough not in the mood for a fight that evening. The reason being that he knew if he did engage in one, he'd be in more trouble than he been most recently, and the last thing he needed at the moment was Valenti breathing down his neck the next morning, and with Roxanne's threats to expose him to her grandfather...Mal knew he'd be more than screwed this time around.
Instead he curled back his lips in distaste and warned, "Mind your own business, Steve."
In the time it took Mal to gear himself up, Steve was taking in Mal's infuriated state while his eyes darted back to the collar once more.
He leaned closer into Mal's direction as he smiled with a evil smirk, "Well, it seems here I've struck a nerve. How thoughtless of me. (lowers his voice) Although correct me if I am wrong for saying this, but it appears to me judging by that collar your wearing around your neck, that your now somebody's bitch?"
As soon as those words left Steve's mouth, several things happened.
One of Steve's underlings that was standing nearby was stupid enough to bellow out boomingly over everyone else, 'Mal's somebody's prison bitch' while the rest of them pointed and broke into a fit of laughter like a pack of hyenas.
That comment was what broke the camel's back as Mal threw all caution to the wind and jumped over Steve's shower stall and commence to locking horns with him and swinging fists. The moment Mal started the initial fight by throwing the first punch, Steve followed pursuit as he grabbed Mal by his middle and slammed him into the wall inside his shower stall- knocking the wind out of him. Mal stood there sagging on the wall in a daze from the attack, but Steve didn't give him time to recover as he snatched him up roughly by the hair of his head in a quick pain-filled yank causing Mal to cry out in pain before Steve yanking his head back down so fast that he kneed him in the chest. Mal hit the floor gasping for breath and wheezing from the intense pain he was experiencing in his lower chest.
Immediately all the the other juvie males jumped in on all sides roping them off from escape as they egged the fight on with chants of "Fight! Fight! Fight!" as Pete and Big Ed shoved some of them out of the way to get a better view in case they were needed.
Steve stood over him with a triumphant smirk as he baited in a taunting voice, "What's wrong ole' mighty malevolent one? Finally coming to terms with the fact that you are far too weak to lead the pack? Maybe it's time that you stepped down."
Kneeing down and grabbing a hand full of Mal's hair again, Steve sneered as he hissed into Mal's ear, "You see Mal, the thing is I'm not sure what's more amusing right now, your own little slave girl out-foxing you by making you her own personal bitch or seeing you tonight feeling sorry for yourself because she doesn't love you."
Mal clenched his teeth while clutching his gut in serious pain as he glared menacingly up at Steve while he boasted on.
"I think we both know who gave her the collar." Steve baited. "And you want to know something else, Mal? She was all too willing to accept it. (Mal lifted his head looking slightly horrified by it which in return Steve took absolute pleasure in seeing) You must have really screwed things up big this time. Keep it up shit-for-brains, I've already formed a temporary alliance with your feisty little firecracker, and now that she's undone you, it won't be long until I sweet talk her into being mine."
Those words were more than enough to make Mal lose it, but Steve wasn't done yet, he was far from it and seeing Mal becoming unhinged by something as trifling as this was like Christmas morning all over again for him. He could already taste the eggnog, and picture the tree.
"You know what Mal? I gonna do something you never had the guts to do, and that's make Roxanne, my girl. (Mal's eyes started to twitch dangerously) With little Red at my side, we both could take over this place in no time and I'll do something else you never did have the balls to do...I'll treat her like a lady, but only after I get through fuckin' her first."
By now Mal was seething with blind heated-rage and only heard half of what he was saying as Steve stood to his feet to shut his whiny underlings up by going on about promises of letting them take turns with Bailey because he wasn't willing to share Roxanne with anyone. Just as Steve got up to his feet, Mal took that opportunity to kick his feet out from under him, and in the second that Steve hit the concrete floor- hitting his head hard on the way down, Mal jumped him and started decking him like a wild man.
As soon as Mal took Steve down, fights all around the showers broke out all over the room. In a mere matter of seconds, everyone one was either fighting or grabbing their things and exiting immediately.
The blows stopped the second Mal wrapped his hands around Steve's neck and threatened in a dark tone, "You ever touch my woman and I'LL KILL YOU!"
Suddenly Big Ed was able to throw off some of the guys that were crowding around him and Pete when he noticed how blue in the face Steve was getting. He knew interfering with his boss's fights was suicidal, but if he didn't do something soon Mal was going to kill him. Just as Big Ed was about to suggest Pete trying to talk some sense into Mal, someone yelled that the parole was coming and not far off was the sound of their whistles blowing.
Ed let out a sigh of relief, but it was too soon.
Mal was not letting up.
Ed turned his nervous glances over at his cell mate, and who got the message.
"Mal! Parole! We gotta bail!" Pete bellowed over the shouts of other guys either still fighting or trying to escape being busted. "Unless you wanna answer to Chef, you better save this for another time!"
Mal gave both Pete and Ed a warning look before turning his dark stare back onto Steve and finally letting off of him, but not before throwing one final punch before he got back up to his feet to quickly dress so they all could bail.
Steve gave Mal one last fleeting look of anger before smirking and laughing to himself on the way out with his group when he realized that as much as he knew Mal had physically won their fight, he still won the overall battle now that he had planted certain unpleasant scenarios and thoughts of doubt in Mal's mind. Steve was more than just a little bit aware of the fact that Roxanne harbored feelings for Mal. He wasn't sure how far they ran, but judging by the way she hesitated to take the collar from him today, it was more than enough for him to know that she was having seconds thoughts. And if she was, then that had to mean, that there was something much more going on between the two and seeing for himself over time the little disputes they would have amongst each other and especially today when he witnessed Roxanne telling Mal off in front of everyone in the mess hall, not to mention that little number during kitchen duty this evening, he wasn't surprised anymore. He had been watching those two for awhile and things were starting to add up. It was only a matter of time.
"I will use this knowledge to my advantage." Steve vowed as he made his fleeting escape after getting dressed and making his way back to his cell.
Some time later as Mal and the others made it back to their rooms, a few of Mal's braver underlings like Pete, Big Ed, and Razor hung around while he fumed dangerously around in his cell from the confrontation he had with Steve only minutes prior from then. Mal nor some of the others had not even time to fully dressed as they made their clean getaway to avoid getting caught by Chef and the parole. Mal had simply tossed his clothes slung over his shoulders and ran out after staggering and struggling a bit (a sheer wonder he never tripped in the process) while he yanked both of his legs through his jeans even though he was still soaked from the showers.
By this point, Mal had placed most of his problems with Roxanne at the back of his mind, but not all of them. The collar continued to be his centerfold of all problems especially after that scene back in the showers. Steve's ever word had burnt him up.
"So let me get this straight boss." Pete flatly stated as if his ears and eyes were deceiving him. "You're telling someone as small, tiny even as Roxanne was able to- managed to 'ring' your neck with a shock collar?"
"Isn't that what I said PEON!"Mal tried to shout out, but was somewhat muffled as he struggled to yank a clean shirt over his head.
Another part of the reason he was pissed was because not only was he having one of the worst days of his life due to his problems with Roxanne, the 'damnable collar' he could not remove, Steve (for obvious reasons), and now after coming back to his room to settle in for the night he could not find his secret stash of smokes anywhere. They were completely missing. Considering the foul mood he was in, he 'really' needed one about now to settle his raw nerves, but he couldn't even find a single one.
However Mal began to notice that the room grew gradually very quiet all of a sudden after he pulled his shirt properly down, at least until the sound of Razor's laughter cut through the silence.
Mal cocked an eye as he noticed the looks he was receiving from all three sides.
Big Ed looks shock and mortified.
Razor was snickering like a complete imbecile.
Lastly Pete was the only one that had raised an eye in question as he stared blankly at Mal.
Up until then Mal was completely clueless as to what they're were all staring at until he begin to realize just 'what?' as he suddenly looks down at his shirt. In bold, black print (obviously done with a black sharpie) it read, "I like it in the ass."
Instantly he knew exactly who as he looked down even further at it. Add the missing cigarettes to the equation and everything started to fall into place.
"ROXANNE!" He roared loudly as his voice carried throughout the whole entire hall silencing everyone down it.
Turning to Ed with a look fury burning wildly in his eyes, he hissed, "Get her! I want her in here NOW!"
Ed nervously tried to stick up for her as he explained, "I did try to warn you about this boss. Something like this was bound to happen if you didn't treat her nicer."
Mal heatedly marched up to Ed like a spoilt and angry child as Ed looks nervously on.
With one swift snatch, Mal grabbed him by the collar of Ed's shirt and pulled his face down to his level, and hissed out in warning, "Go. Get. Roxanne. NOW!"
"R-Right...I'm o-on it! I-I'm going!" Ed stuttered out of fear of what Mal would do if he didn't leave soon enough.
As soon as Mal's fingers were gone from his shirt, Ed made a speedy exit to go retrieve Roxanne.
Back on the other side of the hallway on the same floor, Roxanne had long-gone and quickly redressed after her fatal encounter with her 'supposedly' master and soon-to-be-hubby, Mal. Tonight only proved to her that using the collar was for the best. If she had not have had it on her, Mal would have by now done his evil deed and what worse? Got her knocked up with his baby!
She was livid that he would try something like that with her especially after he had 'promised' her that he wouldn't, and now with the knowledge of knowing that he would so easily go back on his word, not only pissed her off thoroughly, but once more hurted her.
She had trusted him, and even believed in his words time and time again when he earnestly told he never do that to her. Nevertheless, just like he always did, he broke it. He broke his word, and it broke her trust even more further with him. At this point, she didn't know what to believe from him anymore.
"Either way, it doesn't matter because I'm never going to believe in his lies ever again!" She heatedly vowed to herself that evening as attended to Ben.
Roxanne was so thoroughly upset that Mal had tried to harm Ben, that it helped her focus more of her anger on that than the fear that she was carefully shoveling to the back of her mind, and that was the case that he did in fact tried to kill her tonight. As much as it frightened her, it too was yet another broken promise of his. That he'd never lay a hand on her. Regardless of her fears and doubts, she placed her center most attention mainly on Ben's well-being. From what she could tell, he was in better shape than she had dreaded. He was considerably weak and sluggish with a few sores and tender muscles after his attack and confrontation on Mal, although aside from his tired state of being, Ben seemed to be fine and would recover if not slowly, but surely.
Roxanne was relieved.
However that didn't mean Mal was out of hot water with her yet. The mere fact that he was willing to hurt someone as small and defenseless as Ben still left her very heated. It also still didn't change the fact that she was still very worried about Ben's condition even though he wasn't in a critical state, he was still very close to being snuffed out by that jerk. That knowledge alone only refueled her anger towards Mal. By tomorrow morning, Roxanne was really going to start cracking down on a whole new level of rules for him, and unless he enjoyed receiving pain as much as he enjoyed giving it, he was about get his own soon enough.
It was during that time that she was carefully tucking Ben in for night on her pillow when she suddenly heard the falling of foot steps headed her way.
"I swear if it's that asshole, I'm gonna kill him." She viciously vented to herself as she awaited to see who the pair of foot steps belong to.
It didn't take long for her to find out, and as soon as Roxanne saw the outline of the gentle giant she knew all too well, she was relieved if not only momentarily. If Ed was seeing her this late, it could not mean anything good for her, and judging from Mal's rage-filled outburst she heard moments ago, she was more than certain Mal had sent him.
When Ed noticed Roxanne looking up at him from her perch on her bed, he still could not believe or even fathom for that matter someone as small and innocent looking as her, could pull off putting a muzzle like that collar on his boss, Mal. How she did it was beyond him? But it suddenly made him realized that if she someone as tiny, pint-sized as she was could do something like that, then him being as tall and big as he was should have been able to do that himself with no problems. He left him feeling slightly ashamed and even worse so as memories of that night she had begged him to stand up and confront Mal, but he didn't. He quickly backed down without even trying, and here she was fighting him with everything she had.
Ed suddenly realized that she was one of the single most bravest people he had ever met. He quickly snapped out of his awed look of wonder when he sheepishly noticed that Roxanne was giving him an odd look.
"Is something wrong?" She asked looking concerned, even though Ed didn't miss the cold tone in her voice.
He could tell she was not actually trying to direct it towards him, she just hadn't worked out all of her pent up stress yet and it was coming out through her facial expressions and tone of voice that she was failing at masking.
"Uh...N-No!...S-Sorry about coming this late! I-I suddenly lost track of why I came here." He sputtered out in embarrassment shifting his gaze at the wreaked room.
In the time that Mal had left, Roxanne had tried out of vain to clean up the mess they both made in their struggled fight from earlier, but not much was done aside from shoving most of the wreckage to the other side of the room towards her locker and dirty-clothes hamper.
Roxanne saw where Ed's eyes where going, and sighed as she practically moaned out in a tired and nearly irritable tone, "It's fine. What is it now?"
At the sound of the note of annoyance in her voice, Ed finally found his voice this time as he gave her another sheepish that clearly showed how sorry he was for bothering her this late.
"Mal wants you." He muttered feeling pretty worthless for having to be the one to do this to her.
The look Roxanne sent him, made the hair on the back of Ed's neck prickle as she growled irritably, "What does that lowlife piece of shit want now?! Tell Mal if he has anything ti say to me, than he can come say it to my face, otherwise he can piss off!"
Unbeknownst to both of them, Ed had accidentally the pressed down 'talk' button as he froze up at the sound of Roxanne's icy tone and both parties heard everything.
Once more Razor's eyes lit up with joy as he waited impatiently for the violent reaction that he knew would come from Mal.
Pete's expression barely changed any seeing as that he was becoming use to this type of behavior being his boss and his girl-in-question.
Mal's eyes twitched in heated irritation the second he heard Roxanne's rebuke that was made over the radio. He had been in the middle of trashing around and going through all of his things during that time and was even more so pissed at his findings.
Back on Roxanne's side of the floor, Ed blinked several times. This was the second time he had ever heard her speak in this tone of voice, the first and only other time had been when he saw what she was truly capable of once she was pushed too far. He had never seen nor ever pictured her being like this. This was something he expected and was accustomed to seeing from his and Mal's world- their darker part of life here in juvie. Growing up Ed was always taught by his grandmother that young ladies should never raise their voices nor should they ever swear either. It was just unheard of from the way he was raised and brought up. So that very night he saw her on the stairway and that red-haired ginger boy who he learned was called 'Scott', that guy never had a chance. Not only did she surprise him with her prowess and her vulgar words that came spilling out of her mouth, but she pretty well shocked the whole lot every guy that was present that night.
Fumbling over his words as he tried helplessly to explain the situation at large, Roxanne stopped him as she held up her hand and took a deep breath before agreeing to follow him back out, although it still didn't change the fact that she was still in a bad kind of funk mood. Regardless she did try and remind herself not to take it out on Ed. It wasn't his fault that Mal was a dick, and that he was stuck either serving him or choosing to be one of his punching bags.
The moment they got back into his cell, Roxanne could tell from the creepy and amused smirk on Razor's face, to the same bored and priggish stare from Pete's that something was up. That was the time she had to process any thought before she was suddenly ambushed by a pile of clothes thrown into her direction.
In a fit of rage, Mal stormed up to her angrily shaking a shirt in her face as it was clear to Roxanne that Mal had finally found her little surprise she left him earlier that day. She smirked deviously as he pelted out his pent up anger at her.
"WHAT IS THIS SHIT?!" He shouted breathlessly still waving his shirts violently in his hand.
The trashing of Mal's clothing was obvious as all of his boss's belongings were strolled out everywhere Big Ed looked. Most of the shirts had similar writing on them like the one Mal had originally put on earlier that he now was no longer wearing.
Shirts with the same suggestive phrases were tossed and thrown everywhere.
Ed's eyes landed on some of the sayings.
"I drop the soap 'on purpose'!"
"I'm so gay I shit rainbows!"
If Ed knew he would be choked or later beaten by the boss he would have actually laughed at the little cartoon caricature of the giraffe drawn next to the phrase, "Deep Throat!"
And what made it all the more amusing about all of this was the fact that every single one was signed at the bottom, "Love, Roxanne xoxo."
"You don't like it?" Roxanne taunted in an amused tone.
Roxanne watched as Mal stood there in nothing but his jeans as he glared heatedly at her in outrage, she let out a small amused chuckle and twirled her finger around his chest.
A vein in Mal's forehead started to throb after Roxanne's next comment as she playfully remarked, "But I worked so hard on them, all the while thinking only of you."
Biting her bottom lip with an evil smirk, she lowered voice as she brought her lips up to his ear and said, "It was a labor of love. Surely you're not mad, are you hotstuff?"
Mal heard love, but from what he could tell this was far from it. She hated him and was proving it by declaring war. His slave girl was bent on destroying him and his reputation, and Mal knew if she kept it up she would.
Yanking her to side out of the nosy ears of Razor and those linger in the hallways nearby for more privacy, he hissed down at her, "Love? Don't jest with me doll? (carefully plucking at the shock collar around his neck) If that's your signs of affections, then explain this?"
Folding her arms over chest in amusement, she stated, "I'll let you figure that out on your own time. (looking around over her shoulder at the mess around her) Just be grateful that's all I've done to you. (poking his nose) I could do much worse if you don't watch yourself, just ask Scott."
Mal could tell that she was toying with him, and he didn't like it. Even worse so he could tell his boys all around him was starting to take notice of it as they patiently waited to see how he would react. He knew if he didn't put her in her place soon, they would all figure out soon enough just what was really going on between the two of them. If that happened, it could spell out far more worse things than he was already dealing with. Channeling all his anger all in one blow, Mal snatched Roxanne up faster than what she was ready to receive as he slammed her into the wall towards the back of his room.
"Don't screw with me Roxanne!" Mal snapped as he dug his fingers into her shoulders. "I know you've been messing with my stuff, now tell what you've done with my cigarettes!"
"Why, you don't need them?" Roxanne flared back as her temper started to spark. "And besides I have better things do like tending to Ben after what you did to him!"
"Where are my cigarettes?! Mal bellowed at her in hopes that his tone would scare her into submission.
Prickling up to his volume of voice, Roxanne pursed her bottom lip and snapped back just as heatedly, "I don't care about your damn cigarettes! Ben's far more important than your stupid nicotine addiction jerk-off! (jabs her finger in to his cheek angrily) And you better hope he pulls through soon because if he doesn't!...If he dies!...I will make you wish you were when I get through with you!"
Without saying a word, Mal glared down at her in the same heatedly fashion before finally spewing out in a warning tone, "I. Want. My. Cigarettes. NOW!...Give them to me!"
At this point, Roxanne had enough of trying to be civil as she shook with anger and remarked back in a deadly tone, "Oh, I'll give it to you Mal!"
It was plain as day even for Roxanne to see that trying to be even a tiny bit nice towards him was just pushing it with this jerk, and by now she threw all caution to the wind as she gave him a very icy stare before shoving him off. Just as Roxanne pushed him off, she could tell that he was perturbed by her defiant actions from the dangerous glare in his eyes as he jumped forward while trying to throw himself back onto her, but she wasn't about to go through this a second time tonight. Her temper had reached it's peak and now she was about to unleash it out onto him.
Everyone that was in the hallway grew quiet and awaited to see what was going to happen. Most of them had already made up assumptions of their own how it would end as they made jeering comments related about 'Mal going to punish him a disobedient slave girl'.
Roxanne smirked, "How very wrong and mistaken they are!"
Just as he made a fast leap for her, Roxanne immediately pulls out the remote controller and repeatedly jabs the zap button over and over. Instantly Mal stopped in his tracks crinkling up like a prune as he howled in pain and gripping his sides, but not for long as he starts clawing and yanking at the collar around his neck to stop it's painfully-shocking effect. In seconds Mal crumbled to the floor like he did in her cell and unlike last time, she didn't stop and the pain only got more intense to the point where he started to scream. As much as it hurted her watching him wring in pain, it did tear at her heart painfully having to be the one to do it to him, but at the same time she had to remind herself of all the times he used and hurted her. Roxanne forced herself to channel all of her feelings of pain into that instead.
All three of the other guys presence stood there speechless.
Pete had suspected something was up when he had seen the collar, but said nothing because he knew better than to ask.
Razor actually winced in a sympathetic gesture with one eye open and the other clamped down shut as the scene before him clearly bothered him.
Ed stood frozen like a statue with variation of emotions clouding over his worried face. He was in a state of shock.
What disturbed Ed the most about all of this was the fact that he could tell that this was not the real Roxanne he knew all so well. He could tell that she didn't take real pleasure nor joy in this kind of evil thing, seeing her do something as cruel and brutal as this thing before him and the others- let along to Mal of all people of was unsettling enough for him alone. He didn't like it one bit because he knew it wasn't like her. Ed knew deep down this was not something she really wanted, he could tell by the look in her eyes.
Back in her room, he could tell that even though she was thoroughly peeved with Mal, that there was still something else there. He just wasn't sure what yet.
Five full minutes past as Roxanne continued to relentless scream out her anger and pain at him while pressing the button on the remote over and yet over again. By that time even Mal didn't even try to fight it, he just lay there and took it. Finally after seeing that he wasn't going to fight back, or try to get back up again, Roxanne stopped and gave both Pete and Razor warning looks that made each of them for once start to sweat a little before she finally turned on her heel and left. Ed hesitantly followed a few steps behind her to help her back into her cell, but not before saying that he had warned them this was eventually going to happen. None of them said anything back, but the looks of fear was words enough and hard not to miss as they stared wide-eyed at the heaving pile of mess Mal was in as he lay there in the middle of his cell room floor- breathing heavily and shaking, unable to stop his body from the twitching and jerking.
Both Pete and Razor were too shocked and horrified to speak after what they just witness, and the look Roxanne shot them with before exiting was a look only they had seen plenty of time from Mal, as he give that very same look right before he was about to annihilate someone.
The moment Roxanne had stepped out of Mal's cell almost every guy that was closest to them immediately backed up out of her way, while some still lingered and stuck around whispering things like, "Man, he's gonna kill her when he gets back up." or "That's it, there's no way he's gonna let her get away after that."
Starting tomorrow, Roxanne vowed that she was about to make some serious changes.
Starting with Mal.