The news of Hannah's tragic death spread like wildfire through the school. Sam was devastated, isolated more than ever before, her last beacon of hope extinguished. Everyone whispered in the halls, their eyes darting to Sam with a mix of pity and curiosity, yet none dared to approach her, knowing well the wrath of Scarlett and her entourage.
With Hannah gone, I found it easier to tighten my grip around Sam. Her sadness was palpable, a heavy cloud that followed her every move. And with each passing day, my excitement grew. The softball party was the perfect setup, a chance to cement what I had been planning for so long.
As the evening wound down, I watched from a distance as Sam tried to start her car, the engine sputtering and failing. A smile crept over my lips as I approached her under the guise of concern. "Car trouble, St. Onge?" I asked, feigning sympathy.
Sam, looking more fragile than ever, nodded slowly. "I... I don't know what's wrong. It just won't start."
Coach Willis, overhearing our conversation, chimed in. "Scarlett, why don't you give Sam a ride home? It's on your way, isn't it?"
The perfect setup. "Of course, Coach," I replied with a smile, hiding my glee. Sam hesitated, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and resignation. She knew better than to refuse. As we walked to my car, I could feel her tension, the air thick with her unease.
Once we were a few steps away from the crowd, I seized the opportunity. Pushing her into a darkened alley next to the parking lot, I pinned her against the wall, my hands caressing her cheeks. "You know, Sam," I whispered, my voice low and menacing, "you really have no idea how much you mean to me."
Sam's eyes darted around, looking for an escape, but there was none. Panic set in, and she pushed against me, trying to flee. That's when I struck, knocking her out cold. As she slumped in my arms, I lifted her effortlessly, my lips brushing her forehead in a twisted kiss of possession. "You're mine now, more than ever," I murmured as I carried her to my car.
The drive home was quick, the streets empty as I brought her to my mansion. I carried her inside, up to my room where I had prepared everything. The chain was fixed to the bedpost, and I secured it around her ankle with care, ensuring she couldn't escape.
When Sam finally woke, her confusion quickly turned to horror as she realized her predicament. Her eyes filled with tears as she tugged at the chain, her voice breaking as she begged. "Please, Scarlett, let me go home. I just want to go home."
I watched her, a mix of delight and power washing over me. "This is your home now, Sam," I said firmly, slapping her to silence her whimpers. "You don't get to decide anymore."
Her cries grew louder, more desperate, but they only made my heart race with excitement. I pulled her into my lap, wrapping my arms around her as she sobbed into my shoulder. The warmth of her body against mine was intoxicating, the realization that she was utterly mine exhilarating.
"You're mine, Sammi," I whispered into her ear, my lips grazing her skin. "You always have been, and now, there's no escape. You're going to stay with me, love me, fear me-whatever it takes. You belong to me."
Sam's cries filled the room, but they were music to my ears. I held her tighter, my grin spreading across my face as I felt her body resign to the inevitable. The game was over, and I had won. Sam was mine, and I would never let her go.
The chains, the closed doors, they weren't just physical barriers-they were the manifestation of the hold I had over her heart and mind. And as I held her, feeling her give in to her fate, I knew that this was just the beginning of our forever.
