Danny Phantom Fan Fiction ❯ Save Me From The Darkness ❯ Chapter 10

Jeremy glared down at the unconscious female, his child looking pale under the bright lights. Seems that whoever, well he knew who had, had saved her had bought the girl new clothing, the outfit covering her entire form. He wanted to see her body, the feel of it pulling at him. Most would call him sick, and while he would argue that she wasn't his blood so it didn't matter, the male was a pedophile. He liked them young, still pert and taunt, though he would prefer to to be just a few years older he was quite happy molding her into the perfect sex slave.

It had been the plan for a while now, since she had started to bloom at the age of ten, to do away with his aging wife and having the small girl bear him children. He couldn't have children, not the normal way, but he had once be fertile. He had made sure to freeze some of his semen when he had been younger. His parents hadn't been the wiser to his little side plan. He had not been all that attracted to his wife, her red hair too bright and close to his own color. Her eyes were also too close to his own blue orbs and that had also been to his dislike. No, his tastes, like his own soul, were drawn toward the dark side. He wanted a woman that had a dark head of hair, whose eyes would stand out against his own. He wanted to have something out of the ordinary that would make him the envy of all the men. A rarity that he thought he would have with her wife when he had seen pictures of her family, most of them dark headed, though only a few shared the amethyst orbs. The last one had been her grandmother, the gene for her eye color so random that he hadn't been able to pinpoint when it would come.

No, Fate had given him Pamela, an normal woman with an old name. No matter, he was planning on having her get pregnant by another and another until a child was produced with her grandmother's coloring or with his own genes. His mind was insane with all the dark thoughts that screamed in his skull. A groan from the teen before him drew his attention, a smirk twisting his lips in a cruel smile of sorts. "So, my wife's spawn has awoken." As soon as his voice penetrated her dazed thoughts, the drug used on her making her feel like she wasn't in her body, that she was floating and paralyzed at the same time, her eyes shot up to look at him. A whimper tried to escape, the fear of what he was planning to do with her wracking her body with shudders. "Ah, so you do remember what I do when you disobey," he said, leaning down to her level, the raven haired teen backing up in fear. Each move made her feel heavy, like she was freezing up... a tinman with no oil to keep it moveable.

"N-No," she whispered, the feeling of her own body no longer feeling foreign to her weight. She felt her body slump a bit, her body still awake but unable to fight back.

"Don't worry, Samantha, you will enjoy it," he husked, his hand moving to touch her cheek. The heat of his body made her shudder, her body warming. There was a slight tingle, a tingle that felt good even as her stomach rolled. He noticed that she was looking a little green, his blue eyes narrowing as they flashed. Pulling back he struck her, the back of his hand landing with a resounding 'smack'. She fell over, blood leaking from her mouth, her head hitting the ground hard. "I can wait," was all he said before stepping away, "But know this, bitch, that I will make you scream in pain for each extra minute you make me wait." The Goth shuddered, her body growing warmer even as she tried to will it to stop. This wasn't what he normally did when he punished her with his vile touches and that made her realize early on that this was going further than touching her with his hands. No, the man that was her father was intent on getting her under him and doing what he wanted with her body. She didn't want that, never wanted to give up the freedom to choose who would be allowed to touch her.

The Fentons had given that choice back to her and she knew that she would do whatever her father wanted if that meant they were safe. Jeremy walked over to her, his glare taking in the tensed pose of her body. He could see the fight in her eyes, a look he had never seen on the girl before him. Even when she had been against what he was doing to her or even when she ran away, she had never looked like this... Strong. It was then that she realized something he had said, and with a thought that might keep him occupied she decided to ask. "Why did you call me that?" He raised a blond brow, surprised at the sudden question. "My mother's spawn?"

"Oh, well, you are not my child," he said with a slight frown. Not his child? "I can no longer have children, well, the natural way." He seemed to be rather indifferent, though she realized now that his intended rape of her body would be nothing more than fun for the male. It didn't matter that he wasn't her real father, though it was still sick, but the fact that she felt that it was sick of a male that was already in his forties to be touching her, a fifteen year old female... a child in a sense. "It doesn't matter if you find what I want is sick or not," he spat, reading her eyes. "I will have you as many times as I want, the feeling of fucking you something I have lusted for since you grew into the body that you have now. I could see you would be a beautiful woman the minute I looked at you with your beautiful black locks and those eyes, those eyes that give you a hint of exoticness." He reached out again, his fingers brushing against her soft cheek, the male letting out a groan of pleasure and Sam could see how much enjoyed it as a bulge pushed against the crotch of his pants. She could feel the bile rising up, but he wasn't done. He had more to spill. "I would never allow another the pleasure of touching you, though I had to watch as all those people touched you, groped at you. I had to watch them fucking touch you when I wanted to rip them apart."

Sam found that the thought that he felt he owned her made her mad, the anger rising with the disgust she felt at his own emotions concerning her. "I don't belong to anyone!" she seethed, her eyes narrowing as the disgust was overridden by anger. "When I find someone to love me it will be a partnership!" SMACK. Her other cheek was struck, his eyes flashing at her sudden bravery.

"Oh, no one will love you, Samantha," he growled. "I will ensure that no one will ever want to be near you." Her eyes grew wide at his insinuation. "Anyone who has known you, well, recently mainly, will find their life snuffed out and you will be alone again."

"No-o," she whispered. He straightened, his body towering over her and she realized that he was enjoying her fear, he was finding pleasure that he was causing her pain and it hit her what she had to do. She had to do it to protect the people in her nightmare from being hurt. Not the Fentons. Not Tucker. And definitely not Danny. She would have to kill her emotions and not fight against him either. It may not keep her from being harmed or abused, but it would help them. "I won't react," she promised. "I will lay there and take it...all of it." It would be hard, as she wasn't one to hide how she felt, her eyes an open book, but she could endure it. She had known there was no true escape from what lay before you. No one could save you when you weren't meant to be saved.

"You will comply? What's in it for you?" he asked, sure that she had nothing dear enough to her for her to give up her own life.

"You don't kill them," she whispered. He laughed at her, his body shaking at what she had asked of him.

"Who? I have already killed a few people to keep you at my side," he gloated, unabashed at what he was telling her. "Your mother is dead, her body torn to pieces in our bedroom where her blood paints the walls and floors." The Goth looked at him in surprise, her mouth unable to open to say something. "The woman who had you in protective custody? I killed her, leaving her prone figure in her office." He smiled, not smirked, as he thought of that death. "She was too easy. Her back was turned as she was taking a call," he explained, as if he were telling an interesting story. "She was just too busy to notice me walk into her office, her final words to the person on the other end."

"Her husband," the raven haired girl said, her voice so soft and sad. Though she had only met the woman once and hearing her story, she felt bad and at the same time she realized that Rose had indeed taken the same road as her and they were both headed to the same ending.

"Ah, so the little bitch was married. If she hadn't gotten on my bad side she would have been another woman to join you in your future misery. Beautiful brown hair and those eyes were like marble." The woman was lucky then because she would be reunited with her loved ones at some point in the future, but Sam had no one. Her mother had never loved her and although she knew the people that had helped her cared about her, she had not been long enough in their company to have earned their love. She admitted to feeling a connection with one of her rescuers, but that was all it was, a connection. You couldn't love someone on sight, no, that was a delusion. Hero's Worship. She only had that, silly as it was it made sense to her. All those stupid fairy tales! She was just another damsel in distress, but there was no prince to come to her aid. Danny didn't know where she was anyway and with no real understanding of her family life, would never be able think about where her father would take her.

She could tell by the look of the room that they weren't at home. No, this was one of his many condos, made to have a room to lock her in. It was bigger than the one at their house, but still held only one window and no furniture in the metal room. She would be left in here, the window hidden from the outside, allowed to bask in the heat till she was too faded from exposure to fight. "No more killing," she responded. "You don't kill anyone and I will not fight you." The blond looked down at her, his eyes boring into hers until she turned from him, but it was too late. He had seen it in her eyes, the one person she really fought for.

"Bitch," he hissed. "You are fighting for that boy, that Fenton kid." He didn't like this, her heart yearning for another and while he would rather just kill the boy, he would allow her to believe that the teen would not be hurt. With a wave of his hand he said, "Fine. I will not kill the boy, but know this, Samantha, if you even fight...just once is all it takes and he is the first to go." She nodded, though when she hesitated he clarified it for her, "I will bring that boy here, make him watch as I take you in the most painful way, and in the end when he looks at you with disgust and hate I will end his life..." he faded off, the eyes looking at her watching as her skin paled again. "With you to lay next to him as he pleads for me to end it quicker when I take my time."

"My body is to do with as you want," she whispered, her eyes closing as she uttered the last of it. "And I will submit no matter what." He pushed her under him, his hot breath hitting her face as he rubbed his lower body into her heat. She forced herself to relax, to keep her body still and her stomach down.

"Ah, this will be so much fun," he hissed before his mouth slammed down on hers. She allowed him to work his lips on hers, opened her mouth when his slimy tongue pushed against her lips for entrance. She could taste the scotch on his breath, the dirty taste making her mouth water in a way that would mean she would puke. His hands tore at her long sleeved shirt, the material fighting his hands. As he did this, his hands working to bare her to him, his crotch rubbed harder into her. She felt the shivers of pleasure, but she didn't want it, the knowledge that it was a drug in her body, making her enjoy the feel of him violating her and sully her only made her cry, the tears slipping down her face.

The man on her seemed to enjoy it as he licked the salty moister from her cheeks. When she was open to him, her breasts bared to his blue eyes she felt her body spasm in disgust at his lustful gaze, but she didn't fight him as his smooth hands worked at her globes. She laid perfectly still under him as he he continued his torture, all the while allowing her mind to drift to a dark space where she could forget all that was happening to her.