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iCarly/Victorious: If Wishes Were Hornets #7 – Sam

"I wish there were two of Freddie, so I could have him too."

Sam Puckett could not get to sl*ep. She'd managed to drift off mostly due to her dr*nk tiredness, but after a couple hours she found herself wide awake. The thought of what might be happening inside Jade's room between the love of her life and her nemesis was driving Sam completely bonkers. She knew she only had herself to blame for dumping him, but at the same time, she couldn't help but hate every fibre of Jade's being for having what she wanted.

Sam lurched from the bed and stumbled over to the bathroom to take care of business. Once she was done, she felt completely thirsty, and decided to head downstairs to grab a drink. Maybe a snack, she thought, if I can find one.

As she crept down the stairs to the kitchen, she heard someone moving around. She considered running back to her room and just drinking from the faucet, but figured that her oversized t-shirt and pajama pants would cover her well enough for whoever was down there. As she stumbled over a table in the den, stubbing her toe, the kitchen door opened slowly, and she instantly felt better.

Freddie stood in the doorway, shirtless, and staring at her intently, with a smirk across his face. Sam went from rubbing her toe to looking at what stood before her eyes, and she felt a little quiver inside her stomach as her feelings of love and lust and anger and hate all crashed her brain at once.

"Did you need something, Sam?"

"I... uh, just wanted to get something to drink or maybe to eat."

"Go figure, I was thinking the same thing. Got some leftover party food in here and some drinks," he said, half smiling and from the way his eyes looked at her as she walked by and started eating some chips and salsa, he was just as interested in her. "Though, now that I'm thinking about it… I'm actually hungry for something different."

Sam nearly choked on the chips as he walked over to her and stood in front of her, "Benson! Cough, cough... what the fuck?"

"Just relax, I know what you really want."

He eyed her slyly before crouching down and pulling her pajama pants down slightly, followed by her panties. Sam let out a soft whimper and started to say something when he pushed her against the counter and licked her outer lips.

"Mmm… your pussy tastes even better than it smells," he said softly, licking her hood softly like a k*d with an ice cream cone. Sam let out a louder moan as her very core felt like it was exploding.

It had been a couple months since she had been with Freddie, and while she felt desperate for another man, she never found anyone she wanted to share. The way that Freddie's mouth was devouring her most sensitive areas reminded her why she thought no one else would work.

His head tilted so he could reach inside of her with his sponge-y organ, and Sam gripped the counter for support as her body felt like it was going to implode. She stepped out of her pants and panties and gripped his head tight, pressing his mouth further inside her as her hips bucked against his touch. His hands began gripping her sides tightly, every so often squeezing her ass when he wanted to really touch a nerve.

She cooed as she got closer, biting her lip and trying not to scream in absolute ecstasy as her orgasm was building fast.

"Freddie, I'm gonna-"

His hand shot up to her mouth and pinched her lips together as he looked up at her. "You can cum when I tell you to."

Sam was so turned on by his aggression that it only made her come even closer to the brink.

"I can't-"

"No," he said standing up and pressing her harder against the cold countertop. "You get to come when I tell you to. And be quiet. You don't need to wake every person in this house to remind them of how much of a little slut you are."

Sam wanted to laugh at his tough guy act but the way that he looked in her eyes told her that he was very serious and there was a twinge of fear that ran through Sam's body. So she just nodded to signal that she would do as she was told.

"Now, I'm going to take you to your room and we'll see what we can do about this problem of yours."

Sam was about to ask what that meant when his hand reached down and without warning, he inserted his middle finger inside her wet folds and twisted it like a hook. Using his thumb and middle finger, he began to pull her, leading her from the kitchen. She was completely naked from the waist down so the fear that someone might see them scared her, but his touch was so pleasurable, and painful at the same time, that her fears subsided.

"You're so wet and tight," he muttered as they walked up the steps towards her room. "I'm going to take care of that."

"Oooh, I can't-"

His grip turned tight on her as he spun around, sneering at her. "What the fuck did I say about keeping your mouth shut?"

"Sorry…"

"Not yet you're not," he said pulling her harder and faster by her sensitive core.

He opened her bedroom door and pushed her inside, landing firmly on the edge of the bed. Sam rubbed her soreness, savoring the touch and the pain all at once. Eventually her rubbing for healing turned into rubbing for pleasure. Her clit was so overstimulated that she winced at the touch.

"Baby, I think you might have hurt me... I-"

Freddie grabbed her hair tight and pulled. "Clearly I'm going to have to do something about that mouth of yours." Holding her in place with one hand while he slipped his pants off, fishing his rod from his pants. In one swift movement, he f*rced her onto her knees and pushed her head forward.

Sam smiled and licked her lips and gripped his base and licked up the tip. But in a flash her hand felt a sharp sting and she pulled back from him.

"I didn't tell you that you could use your hands," he said coldly.

Sam almost talked back but she stopped herself, somewhat afraid of what he might do to her.

"Now, listen closely Samantha. This cock is going in that whore mouth of yours. Not your hands. And it's going to stay in there, being sucked and licked until I say so. You can just give up any ideas of control and don't fight back. If you do, I can't be held accountable for what happens to you. Are we clear?"

Sam just nodded, breathing shallow breaths to keep calm.

"That's a good girl. I'm going to let you speak, but only the words 'Yes, Master' or 'No, Master.' Now take that top of yours off. I want to see those big slut tits bounce as you service me."

"Yes... master," Sam said, doing as she was told and undressed completely, feeling absolutely helpless.

"Now get to work."

He didn't leave Sam much of a choice as he gripped her head tight with both hands and f*rced her mouth onto his hardening member, It had been so long since she'd done anything like this that it took some work getting reacquainted with sucking Freddie's cock. And having no control of how far he would push her head down or how fast he'd pull her back made Sam feel really uncomfortable, and somehow, insanely turned on.

She began touching herself with her free hand, inserting two fingers inside herself, amazed at her own wetness while her other hand kneaded her breasts.

"Look at that wetness... you really are a little whore aren't you? A man gives you a job to do, and you can't even manage that without grabbing your tits and fingering that naughty pussy of yours?"

Sam grinned at him, and his he pressed further down on her head, pushing his member deep into her throat, ending her smile. He took it a step further by grabbing her nose, thus stopping all airflow, and for a few seconds kept her there before letting go and pulling her face off of him.

Sam took a deep breath, gasping for precious oxygen as her eyes were watering from being unable to breathe. "What the hell was that, Freddie?"

A hard smack fell across her face, as he pulled her up by her hair and looked at her red, tired and puffy face. "Let me make something dear to you right now. We are not dating. We are not here to make love. You are just a collection of holes for me to fuck wrapped in a soft body with great tits and perfect ass, nothing more, nothing less. You are mine and you will submit to me. Am I understood?"

"Yeah, Fr-"

The words had barely left her mouth when he slapped her breast, leaving a bright red handprint in his wake.

"Yes... Master."

"Good. Now..." he said, grabbing her shirt and ripping it up to make a piece of cloth, "we are going to move forward. Put your hands behind your back."

Sam did as she was told and Freddie quickly wrapped her hands together behind her back, keeping them from moving.

"Now, since you apparently need stimulation at all times and want to be in charge, I'm going to give you exactly what you need." He pushed her face down onto the bed, leaving her exposed ass in the air. He rubbed her peach up and down, spanking it softly every so often as he crouched and licked her from behind. Freddie licked her flavor from his fingers and got two of them nice and wet as his hand crept up and his two fingers slowly inserted themselves almost half an inch inside her ass.

"You're so tight back there, I almost feel like my fingers might break... You better loosen up soon, or this could get very bad. Now…" he stood up, his raging erection rubbing against her outer lips as he teased her with it, "there are more words I'm going to let you say. You may say 'faster', 'harder,' 'more,' or any variation of 'I'm a dirty whore.' Notice I didn't say anything about slower or softer or easier? There's a reason for that. You follow?"

"Yes, Master..." Sam swallowed as she felt his hips line up with hers and like trying on the perfect pair of gloves, Freddie sheathed himself inside of Sam's sex slowly.

"I'm going slowly right now because you are behaving. Does that feel good, Samantha?"

"Yes, Master," she said as her body adjusted to his size and girth impaling her. Freddie may have been an enormous aggressive douche, but this, Sam thought, this just felt perfect. "More please..."

She was worried when she had said please since he didn't say that was a word she could say, but he stroked her hair softly. "You really are a good girl."

He pulled from her slowly and quickly rammed his length back inside her.

With her arms out of commission, Sam had nothing to hold her up and her face was pressed into the bedspread while he had his way with her. She moaned at the feeling as he gripped her ass for support as he continued going in and out.

"Harder and faster, Master."

Freddie's hands planted into her hips and slammed himself harder and faster inside her tight pussy.

"Oh god... fuck me like a little whore!" She screamed, only slightly muffled by the bedspread and Freddie gripped her arms and pulled her up so their bodies were pressed together, his arm around her neck, holding her in place.

"What did you say?" he whispered into her ear.

"I said..." she struggled through her words as she caught her breath from the intensity, "Fuck me... like the... dirty little... fuckin' whore I am."

Freddie held her with one arm while his hand pressed onto her mound and his pace and f*rce increased. Holding her this close, he could feel her heartbeat and feel her chest sweat as her beautiful almost DD cups bounced with each pistoning movement.

"Ahhh!" she screamed, probably waking the house as she felt her orgasm building to superhuman levels. "Harder! Faster! Pound my little slut hole!"

Freddie pushed her back down on the bed, silencing her cries and moans while he fucked her as hard and fast as he could until he felt her pussy contract tighter than a vice around his cock.

Grabbing her arms tightly, he pulled her back up. "I told you that you could come when I told you, and you still did it. You filthy little bitch whore... You're going to need punishment."

Sam gulped as she tried to catch her breath and regain her sight after being fucked into absolute oblivion.

Freddie slid himself from her soaked and puffy pussy and pressed his cockhead against her puckered backdoor.

"No," she said softly, defeated as she felt the bulbous head push inside her asshole. "Please..."

"You disobeyed me. And now I'm going to show you the cost of that."

His length and girth pressed on deep inside her, and there was a point where the pain was so intense she thought she might pass out from the feeling of being split in two. Sam bit down on the bed sheet to silence her sounds. Thank god for my wetness, she thought, or else he would kill me.

It took a few tries, but finally Freddie had pushed his entire length inside her asshole. "It's been so long since I've been back here. Remember the day in the bathroom, when you begged me to take your virgin asshole and… boy, did I... Well, tonight, your whore body is going to relive that moment because I'm going to fuck your ass until I cum inside it, so however long that takes..."

His words bounced off Sam who heard them but was so lost in the mixed feelings of pain and absolute pleasure that she could hardly form any type of understanding. The sharp pain had dulled incredibly as he entered and exited her with such f*rce and speed that nothing seemed to matter. She wondered if this was what having your brains fucked out meant.

As Freddie found his rhythm he mercilessly fucked her asshole until he felt his own release coming. He powered through and increased his f*rce and speed, and when the moment came, he gripped her body and pulled it up close to his. He grabbed her generous tits with both hands, to keep her in this exact position as he shot his first stream deep inside her bowels. The hot cum inside her sensitive ass made Sam scream.

Once her tight ass had milked every bit of his cock, he slowly pulled out of her, and pulled the shirt off her hands. He started to head towards the bathroom when he heard her voice weakly say something. Freddie came over and flipped her reddened and sweat covered body over so he could look at her.

"Thank you, Master," she said weakly, showing her full submission. "Please fuck your whore again."

Freddie gave her a half smile as he pulled her up to face him. He gripped her body and pulled her into the bathroom towards the shower.

"I think we are both too dirty for that, so let’s clean you and me up. Just consider this halftime, Samantha. We definitely aren't done yet."

* * *

"I'm telling you babe... its ok. Happens to a lot of guys."

Jade sat close to Freddie at the breakfast table and rubbed his back, kissing his neck lovingly. The two of them luckily got down just in time to eat alone so they could talk about what happened last night, or in their case, what didn't happen,

"But I shouldn’t. I’m 17 years old, Jade. I don’t know what is wrong," Freddie said, starting to cry.

Jade was a bit turned off by how much of a pussy Freddie was being, but she was trying to sympathetic of his trouble. She was definitely let down when their morning sex turned into her blowing him for 5 minutes with little to no response. "It’s ok, baby. I promise."

The two didn't talk much more about the situation as they ate some cereal. Jade wondered if Freddie had heard the same things she had last night. She heard Sam having sex with some guy, and she while she knew her and Carly had fooled around at times, Jade was pretty sure that wasn't who she was with. So it was either Gibby or Spencer, and given the fact that his RV was missing from her driveway, she had all but confirmed that the pudgy creepy k*d was the one giving Sam the ride of her life.

Jade was immediately proven wrong as Sam gripped the banister to hold herself up, obviously very sore, and she looked like utter hell. Jade didn't spend too much time looking at her as she did who was behind her.

Freddie.

Both Sam and Jade were stunned as they looked and saw that Freddie was with the other one. They exchanged looks with their respective guy and looked over at each other. The girls quickly decided to call the one by Jade, Jeddie, and Sam's partner, Seddie.

"There's... two of them?" Sam asked, as hers approached the table with her.

"I guess so," Seddie said, "am I really that good looking?"

There was nervous laughter by all but Jeddie at the table.

"I don't like this," he said. "This seems really wrong and we need to figure out-"

"Whoa... didn't realize that I was such a complete and utter pussy!" Seddie shouted back, with a throaty laugh.

"And I didn't know I could be such an arrogant asshole."

"Both of you shut up," Jade interrupted. "My Freddie has a point. Something is very wrong here, and as many fantasies as I've had about there being two of you," she looked over at Sam, whose eyes were shut and she was nodding with a mild grin, "I know this isn't right. How did this happen?"

"You know, I'm not really sure," Seddie said. "You went to go take a shower after the party and when it took forever, I kinda fell asl*ep. Woke up and you were still in there, so I went downstairs to go read some to try and clear my head. I was in the kitchen and Sam found me. You can imagine the rest. Or, if you can’t I'm sure Sam can-"

"Anyway..." the blonde said with growing hostility.

"I remember you taking a shower, but I guess I was so tired, I just passed right out and I don't remember anything until you woke me up, babe."

"Huh..." Jade said, quizzically. "Well, at least we kinda know where the break in the time is."

"Should we really be questioning this?" Sam asked while shifting in her seat, still feeling sore from the intense activities of the night before. "We've been fighting over Freddie for months now and now we each have one... is that such a bad thing?"

"I kinda have a problem with it," Jeddie said. "I'm not sure where the other me came from and I certainly think it could be bad for both of us to be around."

"Leave it to me to be a completely selfish ass..." Seddie said, sighing. "You just couldn't handle sharing. Fate made our choice easy and you're just being a pain."

"It's not that. I feel like something's definitely wrong and I am afraid that we may be two different personalities and the separation could cause one of us to experience major problems. Like in movies, where one double is a certain way and the other's the opposite... like good and evil."

"So now I'm the evil one? Jeez... you're insane," Seddie said, pushing himself from the table.

While Sam was originally on the side of keeping one a piece, what Jeddie said resonated with her pretty heavily. The Freddie she knew and loved would never have been that aggressive. Sure he got a little aggressive during, but last night was pure domination and she knew that Freddie would never hit her the way Seddie did last night.

"Well, that brings up a good point, though Seddie," Jade said, "We should probably figure out if there are any key differences between the two. So far, I know that Seddie is incredibly arrogant and kinda aggressive while mine seems to be smarter but a bit whiney."

"Hey!"

"Sorry, babe... just stating the facts."

"Well," Sam said, taking a long sip of juice, "I know mine is extremely aggressive. He's the reason I am pretty beat up this morning."

"You're welcome," Seddie said, winking at her, which she smiled at, but inside, it made her feel creeped out.

"So that was the sound last night? Very loud sex. Freddie couldn't even get his plumbing going this morning," Jade said, sounding exasperated.

"Whoa!" Jeddie said, walking into the kitchen for a moment and coming back empty handed.

"Just telling the truth. So those are some big differences between the two. Now we just have to figure out how this happened."

The four sat around the breakfast table for several minutes and ate, not really talking until Sam downed her bowl and her milk and with a resounding "Ahh..." she followed up with a revelation. "I think I know how this happened."

All eyes turned to her at once and stared.

"I, uh... made a wish on that thing last night that I wanted to have Freddie as well. I never imagined-"

"You!" Jade said, looking furious. "How could you be so foolish?! Sikowitz specifically told us to be careful what we wished for. That's why I wished for something precise and possible."

"I didn't know! God, get off my back. It was a mistake!" Sam shouted back.

"Well, clearly you need to undo it," Jeddie said. "Is there a way to reverse it? Should we call your teacher and ask him what to-"

"Dude, stop being such a pansy." Seddie walked from the kitchen as he spoke. "This isn't such a bad deal. You're just mad because your dick doesn't work. Jade, if you're looking for what you really need, I can handle that. And then you can cuddle and watch Good Will Hunting with Little Bitch over there."

"Alright! That tears it," Jeddie shouted out and took a swing at Seddie. He missed and the more aggressive Freddie punched him in the stomach and then kneed the gasping weak version right in the face, knocking him backwards. Jade rushed over to help him up and grabbed a napkin for his bl*odied nose.

"C'mon, Sam... Let’s go," Seddie snapped and when she dawdled, he gripped her shoulder tightly until she stood up. Jade stood up to try and stop him, but he used his free hand to push her against the wall, running his fingers over her throat. "You need to stop, Jade. I'm sorry that you got the raw end of the deal with that sycophantic shit-bag over there, but you need to let this go. I'm not ever sharing a body with him again. All my doubts and fears and insecurities are gone. I have never felt more free in my life, and if you value yours, you're going to let this go."

Jade nodded softly, a single tear running down her cheek. He looked and sounded like the love of her life but whatever Freddie had become, she could never feel that way about. She looked into Sam's eyes and suddenly saw how scared and defenceless she was now. Seddie backed away from her and took Sam upstairs, not even looking back as he spoke while leading her up the stairs.

"Samantha and I have some unfinished business, and don't dare interrupt us."

After she heard the bedroom door shut, and knew they were safe, Jade picked Jeddie off the ground and got him some ice from the kitchen. As she looked around the kitchen, she couldn't help but think that something was missing, but shrugged it off as paranoia, and took him to her room so he could rest.

"As much as it pains me, I think you guys need to go back to one body or else that psycho is going to do something that we are all going to regret."

"We never... cough... got the chance to talk about reversing it. Is there a way?"

"Yeah... Sikowitz told me about that thing once when I had to do some errands at his house. All Sam has to do is not want the wish anymore."

Jeddie rolled his eyes, "Well, that's probably a wash. He's got that girl under some kinda brainwashing. Like he literally screwed her brains out."

"Maybe... I actually have an idea that might change her mind."

Jeddie leaned forward to listen to the plan, but with a groan, he fell backwards on the bed, intense pain coming from his midsection.

"It's honestly best that you don't know, babe. Just know I love you."

Jeddie wanted to know what that meant, but his eyes were getting heavier, and he gave in to the grasp of unc*nsciousness.

* * *

Within a few hours, Seddie had broken Sam in every way imaginable, having sex almost nonstop, long after she couldn't protest any longer. Her existence had become pain and she could not move from a corner that she'd crawled to. Seddie sat on the bed, flipping through the television while he prepped himself to have sex with the naked and shaking Sam again. He felt himself getting going again as he passed by a very attractive girl on the television, and was about to call Sam over, but a knock on the door stopped him.

He jumped off the bed, ready to fight Jeddie if he was trying to come in and play White Knight. A pleasant surprise, however, awaited him, as he opened the door to reveal Jade in her dark purple negligee, completely naked underneath the thin see-through material. He gave her a look to let her in and she walked in, looking at Sam, sitting naked in the corner.

"Sorry about that," Seddie said as he led Jade to the bed and to look away from Sam. "I should really learn to get rid of my trash when I'm done with it. Bad habit, I know."

"It’s ok, baby." Jade said, reaching up and caressing his strong features. "I actually don't mind her there. I kinda want her to see this."

Jade kissed his lips and he gripped her hips tightly, pulling her in to kiss her deeply, biting her bottom lip a bit as he pulled away from her. Jade ran her hands up his chest, rubbing him and savoring the feel and taste.

"I see you decided to trade up to the better model..." he said.

"Yeah... you may be a little aggressive, but I like that. And I'd rather feel a little pain than never be able to experience that godlike cock of yours." Her hands drifted to the front of his pants and rubbed him through his jeans, feeling his growing erection. "Oooh, I think you are ready for me."

His hand grabbed her breasts and kneaded them, "You know what my favorite thing about you is, Jade?" he whispered, fondling her.

"What?" she asked, looking into her eyes with a pouty look that screamed sultry and horny.

"How you think you're a really good actress," he said angrily, grabbing her breast way too tightly before ripping the top off and pushing her towards the bed so hard that she hit her head on the headboard.

"Jade!" Sam said, lunging at her romantic rival. "Are you ok?"

"She won't be for long," Seddie said, ominously. "Sam can tell you about what happens to people that cross me, Jade. If I can reduce the big bad Sam Puckett to a simpering little cum dumpster in 12 hours, what do you think I'm going to do with you?"

"I-I…" Jade stammered, scared for her life. "I'm sorry... I just want you to go back to normal?"

"Normal?! Do you realize the hell that I live in when I have to deal with his whining and fears? I can't do anything attached to him, and by the lack of satisfaction you had this morning, I assume he can’t do anything by himself. So you want to combine us back so you don't have to share?"

"No!" Jade screamed, "I want you to stop being such an asshole! Stop hurting Sam! I hate whatever this is, and while I am upset at what I have, at least I know there's some good in him. There's good in you too... I know it. Please... I'm begging you to just go."

"I'll be damned if I take orders from a-"

"'Sup guys?" Gibby said opening the room's door. I heard some... whoa... naked ladies. Nice job F-"

Gibby was quickly silenced by Seddie's fist, armed with a clock radio that shattered on impact with the odd boy's head. Gibby went down hard, and Seddie turned back to the girls.

"See what you made me do? Ughh..." Seddie sighed, and began pushing Gibby's unc*nscious body out the door. "Stay right there. I'm not done with you two." He had to get on his hands and knees and roll him out of the room. Just as he got the heavy k*d out into the hallway, out of sight of the girls, there was a loud gasp and gurgle noise, and Seddie's body went limp.

When he didn't move for a few seconds, the girls rushed over and saw him lying on top of Gibby, a steak knife sticking out of his throat. Standing above the body was Jeddie, bl*od all over his hands from stabbing the other k*d.

"Oh my god... you killed him! Freddie..."

"He…" Freddie took a deep breath, "deserved it. I couldn't let him hurt you girls anymore... I'm sorry it took me so long. I had to go get a knife from the kitchen and wait for my moment."

Sam looked at the body of the man she loved and hated all at the same time, she started crying, covering herself up and praying to wake up from this nightmare.

* * *

The three friends, along with Carly and Gibby once they were told about the situation, quickly disposed of the body in Jade's backyard. They swore never to mention it again, and the two girls and Freddie headed off upstairs to talk about how to get back to normal in some way. Neither girl had any idea on what to do, but once Jade explained that the wish ends when you don't want it anymore, Sam knew what she had to do.

Downstairs, Jade joined Carly and Gibby in hanging out and trying to relax from how scary the day had been. Sam wanted Freddie to sl*ep with her, and while Jade said that was ok, Sam knew she couldn't retract her wish if she knew Freddie there beside her. So, Freddie said that he was beyond tired and felt drained so he was going to bed.

"So, were you scared?" Carly asked, putting her book aside to focus on talking to Jade.

"Oh, seriously afraid. I really thought that he might really hurt me. I don't know if he deserved to die, but the situation got out of hand really fast and I'm just thankful Freddie was able to save us."

"Yeah, it's really lucky that he had that knife in his room so he could rush over and save you guys."

"Carly, Freddie got the knife from the kitchen and then ran back up there to save us," Jade said matter-of-factly to make sure her story was straight.

"Umm..." Carly said, looking confused. "I was down here in the den the whole time reading. Gibby sat down and talked with me for a bit and then headed upstairs when he heard the commotion. I looked up and Freddie was walking across the way up there with the knife."

Jade looked panicked, and was completely thrown for a loop. She raced into the kitchen, her mind clicking about what was missing from this morning. She reached the knife holder and there were two knives missing, not counting the one being bleached in the upstairs bathtub. Jade searched the kitchen and dishes up and down to see if either of them were in there, but she couldn't find them.

"He had the knife the whole time! And he's got more," she shouted and raced back into the den to tell Carly and Gibby that something was wrong, but she was too late.

Both of the iCarly k*ds were completely still, and as she moved to get a better look, she saw that both their throats had been cut. Jade screamed upstairs for Sam who slowly walked out, clearly barely able to stand from all the trauma she'd suffered in the day.

"What?!" Sam called back, but she didn't give Jade a chance to respond as the sight behind Jade filled her with dread. "Jade, look out!"

Her words arrived too late as Jade felt a sharp pain in her shoulder and she pulled away stunned, spun around and pressed her hand to the wound, afraid at the bl*od she was losing. Freddie, the one she had spent the whole day caring for, the one who had saved them, was now standing in front of her, covered in bl*od and brandishing two large knives.

"You made fun of me not being able to get it up. That wasn't funny and it certainly didn't deserve to be told to everybody. You shouldn't have done that."

"I'm sorry... it was an-"

"No excuses, Jade."

And Sam looked on in horror as Freddie made a swift move and Jade fell where she stood. She tried to run, but she was too tired, and the last thing Sam Puckett heard before everything faded to black was the sound of his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.