ATTENSION PLEASE X X X CHAPTER UPDATED 6/04/12. SOME ERRORS FIXED AND SOME SMALL CHANGES TO DIALOGUE. HOPE YOU ENJOY XXX
A/N: Erhmm :) Well this is a story that's been floating round my head for about 2 years now so I thought It's finally time to put pen to pad, finger to keys and get this baby written down. I have this story worked out as two separate Fanfics, so it's probably gonna end up pretty long. It's a Dark Fic Joker/OC. I know it's been done and most probably been done a lot better than this but I still thought I'd throw in my 2 cents. This chapter starts off a bit slow and Jokerless but it's just a bit of character building. The Joker makes his appearance towards the end! That being said I hope you enjoy reading it. And if you like it I'd love if you took the time at the end to review, and even if you don't like it, constructive criticism is always wanted. Thanks for reading! :)
Summary: Commissioner Gordon's tearaway daughter learns the meaning of aggressive expansion and the dangers of being a part of one of the Jokers plans. Joker/ OOCC
Aggressive Expansion.
Ring Ring...
Ring Ring...
I stole a nervous look around me through the glass of the phone booth. You could never be too careful in The Narrows.
Ring Ring...
Ring R...
A soft click alerted me that the line had been picked up. I took a steadying breath in.
"Hello, Gordon residence. Who's calling?"
"..." I opened my mouth to speak, as I usually did, but the words never came. I wanted to say 'I'm sorry Daddy.' I wanted to say 'I'm sorry Daddy, I made a mistake. Please forgive me. Please come get me.' I planned the words out a million times in my head, but when it came to say them my throat dried and constricted.
"Look buddy, where did you get this number? Do you know who you're pranking? If this don't stop I'm gonna find you and haul your ass down to central yo..."
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I replaced the receiver. I can't blame him for being mad; I'd been calling the house phone sporadically for 6 years now. Geez I would be hacked off too if someone kept ringing my house and hanging up. I took another steadying breath and blinked back the tears I know want to fall.
I tucked a strand of wavy gold hair that had come loose from my pony tail back behind my ear before I open the booths door and step out into the bitterly cold Gotham night. The sun had set and there was no time for me to loiter and feel sorry for myself in The Narrows, especially nowadays. We used to only have to worry about the mob bosses and criminals here, but now since The Scarecrows short visit a year ago and The Joker reign six months ago we'd been flooded by what seemingly never ending deluge of mad men. This place was scarred beyond repair. There had been a lot of horror stories told at her work place, of decapitated bodies, mutilations, scary stuff. It was one thing to have to worry about getting mugged, but quite another to have to worry that you are going run into someone who wants to hang your intestines from the lamp posts like Christmas decoration. True story unfortunately...
I tightened the belt on my raincoat, trying to warm myself and started the short walk to my work place, 'Ernies Titty bar'. Yes unfortunately that is its real name. Think of it as a very, very low rent version of Hooters, girls in short shorts and low cut tops. Not the type of job girls dream of, but then beggars can't be choosers I guess.
I took another glance around me and quickened my pace. Couldn't be too careful after all.
I wish I could tell you how I ended up here. I wish I could spin you some cautionary tale to tell other girls so they didn't end up in the same... predicament. But I don't know. I don't know how a few stupid mistakes ended me up here, living in The Narrows, alone and scared. But it happened and here I am.
I grew up in a normal household and had a comfortable childhood full of all the things it should be. We lived in a nicer part of town, not Palisades nice but not like this cess pool I called home now. My father still lives in my childhood home along with my mother and younger brother. I can still remember the night I left clear as day. I was 17 at the time, full of that new found teenage cockiness. I thought I was invincible. I thought I knew best. If only I knew then what I do know. Hindsight's a bitch.
I had been a good kid, a straight A student in my youth. My parents brought me up right and law abiding. But when I hit 15 I fell in with the wrong crowd, older guys and girls from my school. Isn't that how these things always start. The change from the loving straight laced daughter I was into rebellious teenager was fast and brutal. I'm still ashamed of it till this day.
I started out just committing a few petty crimes with them, stealing and vandalism, the usual. By the time I was 16 the rest of the guys had already dropped out of high school so one day I just stopped going to. My dad wasn't happy about it as you can imagine.
I started dating the 'leader' of our little pack, Edward. He was heavy in drugs and alcohol and soon I found the habit pressed upon me. I'm not proud of the fact. I was weak. Now with that pesky old hindsight I realise how he manipulated a young girl, how he used me. I understand my dad's anger and hatred for him. But at the time I was so in love and so sure.
My dad took to locking me in my room at night, getting Edward hauled into central and locked up for whatever misdemeanour charges he could, threatening him. Anything and everything he could think of to keep me away from him, to try and get me back on the right track. But as with these situations it had the opposite effect on my teenage mind, I felt spurred on by his insistence I not date him, it was a challenge.
It all came to a head some seven years ago one balmy August night. I got into a massive argument with my mom and dad as they attempted to stop me going out. Harsh and spiteful words word said and I screamed and I shouted, my mother in tears, my young brother cowering in fear in the corner, my father red in the face with rage. I was out of my mind on whatever concoction Eddie had fed me. My dad tried to block the doorway and I pushed him and pulled him. The next thing I know my dad's hand flew out, and he slapped me hard round the face, and I fell back landing on my rear. Now I don't want you to think badly of him, my father is a good man, a great man. I deserved it. Like I said I'm not proud of actions.
He was trying to protect me, I know that now, and I probably knew that back then. But at the time I was so strung out on love and drugs I flew from the house. I ran and ran till my lungs burned, my father shouting my name behind me. That's the last time I ever saw my family in the flesh.
I soon found out loves young dream wasn't all it's cracked up to be. I moved in to my boyfriend's dingy apartment in The Narrows, Gotham's walled city within a city. He started beating on me, slapping me around. And I stayed; I had nowhere else to go. By the time it truly dawned on me that perhaps I had made a mistake, it was too late to go back. Stubbornness was a Gordon family trait.
Eddie died not long after my 19th birthday. Drug overdose. I can't say I was sorry about it. But I suddenly found myself very alone in a world I wasn't quite built for. But I adapted and grudgingly made The Narrows my home. What choice did I have? Sometimes it was too late to say you're sorry and go back. Sometime you gotta lie in the bed you've made or yourself.
But some nights, like tonight, when the loneliness set in I found myself making the detour to the payphone on the way to work and dialling my family home phone. I was seeing my dad on the GCN on a regular basis but it wasn't the same as hearing his voice on the phone, it was more personal.
I took a short cut between two dilapidated apartment blocks that leads directly to the back door of my place of work and I allowed myself to relax marginally for the first time since I left my crummy apartment 20 minutes ago. I was on the final leg of my journey and let's face it, not many attacks were gonna happen directly outside of a renowned mob hangout, all the sharks were inside not out and the loonies tended to avoid the more well populated areas of The Narrows. Still...
That probably makes you laugh don't it. Commissioner Gordon's daughter, Barbara Gordon working in a mob titty bar! Ha. One of gods own jokes on me! Of course they didn't know me as Jim Gordon's daughter. No one knows. My name badge said simply 'Bee' and my payroll listed me as 'Bea Rogers'. They aren't exactly interested in your social security number in The Narrows.
A soft scraping sound, metal on metal, coming from behind me shook me from my thoughts and I turned shapely.
Nothing.
"Hello?" I called and instantly felt like a complete moron. Like they're just gonna come out and announce their selves at my request.
But there was nothing. No sound, no movement, no knife wielding maniac. I concentrated hard on the three dumpsters lining the wall on the right hand side, eyeing it speculatively for any movement. Nothing.
I turn cautiously and carry on the last few yards to the open fire exit, keeping my ears trained for any hint that someone could be following me. I reached the door safely and pulled it shut behind me. And I can't be certain, but I swear I heard laughter from the other side of the door.
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Work was unspectacular, as it usually was mid week. We didn't really get the mob crowd in till at least Thursday. There was only me and one other girl serving tonight and all in all we only had about eight customers in the whole building. But that suited me just fine. Fewer men to ogle and pinch my rear as I walked by.
I was getting decent tips tonight. I usual do. I'm not saying it to be big headed, honestly I'm not, but I am pretty, I get told it often enough by dirty old men to know it. I've got golden blonde hair that I curl in to lose waves that reaches my lower back. I'm thin but not too thin, I've got curves where it counts, a shapely rear and C cups. My face is soft and pretty. My eyes are a brilliant Smokey green and my lips are full and pink. I'm not perfect by any means, hell who is, but I was me and over the years I've grown to accept myself, hang ups and all.
I finished dropping off a few shots of bourbon to a table in the corner and headed back over to the bar , plonking myself down on one of the warn red leather seats next to my fellow waitress Candy, a middle age woman with more lines on her face than the crumpled leather we sat on.
"Hey sugar" She smiled kindly and I return it. Usually we aren't meant to sit down on the job, Ernies a real hard ass. But luckily for us it was his day off.
Candy was lazily flicking through the channels of the TV mounted above the bar. I took a quick look around me to make sure none of the bar patrons needed me before I turned back and settled my elbow on the bar, chin in palm and joined her.
Click-
"And now we cream the butter and sugar together until you get a pale, fluffy mixture..."
Click-
"...Your place for nonstop music GMN..."
Click-
"Breaking news! This is an exclusive report brought to you by GCN live from Arkham Asylum..."
Click-
"Hey wait" I interrupt Candy from her endless flicking. "Let's watch that". Candy looks at me in mild disgust at the thought I'd actually like to watch the news but she does it anyway, clicking the channel back then stalking off to the ladies room.
"Whatever floats your boat honey" She called to me as she went.
"...GCN has received evidence of a break out that happened at Arkham Asylum two weeks ago. Reports from our exclusive source confirm that the mass murderer, known only as The Joker has escaped the maximum security asylum and GCN has learned, no doubt to your anger, that the GCPD have made a conscious effort to hush up the escape."
Images of The joker flashed up on the screen before. Images we've all been getting used to seeing since the previous spring of the painted clown who'd nearly brought Gotham to its knees. I repressed a shudder, I don't think I'd ever get used to seeing his scarred face; he was the stuff of nightmares.
"On the line we have police commissioner Jim Gordon of the GCPD. Good evening Commissioner."
My eyes lit up at the sound of my father's name, though I really should be used to it by now and I felt a familiar twinge of sadness in my chest.
"I'm just going to jump right in with Commissioner; don't you think the citizens of Gotham deserve to know that a highly dangerous criminal is on the loose? Do you not think the general public deserve to know, isn't it your duty?"
"Well Tom my first line of duty is to ensure order is maintained on the streets of Gotham. I wasn't willing to cause chaos when we weren't even sure The Joker would be heading back to Gotham. If The Joker was here in Gotham, and I'm sure you probably all remember, he is one for making his presence know and so far we've heard neither hide nor hair from him. I'm taking that as a good sign at the moment."
"Sure, sure... What are you and the GCPD actively doing to apprehend The Joker?"
"Well for obvious reasons I can't go into details Tom, but I want to insure all the citizens of Gotham that we are working tirelessly to make sure The Joker is returned to Arkham Asylum and I'd like to remind people to stay calm. Go about your own daily business, watch out for any suspicious behaviour and above all, a reminded that The Joker is highly dangerous, and no attempt should be made to apprehend him on your part. Any sightings should be reported immediately."
"Wise words commissioner. And just one more thing, will Batman be working with the GCPD to bring The Joker in?"
"The GCPD, as you know Tom is not affiliated with Batman nor have we ever been."
"Hey Bee, can we get another round of drinks over here ya lazy bitch?" Larry, a low level drug runner caught my attention from a smoke filled corner of the room. I smiled a bright smile at him. Asshole...
"Comin' right up" I shouted back. They were regulars so I already knew what he'd be ordering.
"Five buds please Tommy." I called to our resident bartender who was supping whiskey straight out of the bottle in the back room.
I spared one more glance up to the TV, and a picture of The Jokers mug shot was on screen, with a sightings hotline flashing beneath it. And I couldn't help but wonder if The Joker saw you; would you really have time to dial a number before you were dead? I doubt it.
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I finished up my shift around one in the morning by the time I'd finished wiping down the tables and clearing away the empty glasses.
"You riding with me sweet thang?" Tommy slurred out, a cigarette stuffed between his lips, bracing himself against the wall. I studied him for a few minutes, trying to gauge just how drunk he was, but then I really didn't have a choice either way. There's no way I'm walking at this time of night!
"Yeah Tommy thanks, if you don't mind?"
"No sweat. Go grab your coat so we can blow this joint!"
I jogged back to the small cloak room towards the back of the building to retrieve my coat, grabbing it quickly and throwing it on. I noticed then, catching it out of the corner of my eye that the fire exit was open and I pushed it closed with my heel without much thought.
Tommy and I make quick work of locking up the bar and waving Candy off and soon we're hitting the road. I only live a couple of minutes away by car, but I'm still grateful of the lift.
I'm home before I know it and I give Tommy a peck on the cheek in thanks, as I always did. And as he always did he tried to move his lips to capture mine. He was persistent I'll give him that. I pulled away quickly and exited the vehicle pausing to say farewell.
"You sure you don't want me to walk you?" He asks sweetly, his head cocked to the side like a big dumb dog... A drunken big dumb dog.
"No I'll be fine. Thanks for the lift though sweetie."
He watches me, slightly downtrodden, as he waits for me to safely get to the front door and unlock it before he drives away. I know he's only probably doing to get a look at my behind but I'm still grateful. Once I'm inside I smile and wave him off, lock the door and sprint up the stairs to my apartment on the 10th floor, still on guard. Everywhere was dangerous in The Narrows as I've said. I reached my door and only then, when I was inside and all 4 bolts were bolted that I finally let out a sigh of relief.
I threw my keys into the bowl by the door then dig my hand into my other pocket to dig out any loose change when my finger meets something unexpectedly sharp.
"Fuck..." I yelped in surprise and pulled my hand back out. Blood was just beginning to pool up on the tip of my index finger. "What the hell..." I gingerly used both hands to hold the pocket open so I can peer down into it to find the source of my cut. A blood red rose, thorns and all.
I tried to make sense of it and carefully put my hand in my pocket to retrieve it. It's only a couple of inches long and the petals and crumpled and bruised. I guess I must have damaged it when I threw my coat on earlier. Where on Earth had that come from?
I walked into my little kitchen, twirling the flower between my fingers and thumb. Who? Was it Tommy? Or maybe Candy just being sweet? I stopped in front of my garbage can and dropped the ruined flower into the bin. And this is the reason I don't bring a bag or large amounts of money to work, anyone can just walk in and touch your stuff!
The flower was gone and forgotten and I set about making a midnight snack before I got my shower and went to bed.
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BANG
I was jolted awake suddenly.
Half asleep and disoriented I reached blindly for the clock on my night stand for the time. The neon green numbers blink back at me 3:15.
BANG... BANG
The sound of gun fire reaches my ears yet again. It sounded a couple of blocks away. I didn't even attempt to go to my window and investigate. I'd seen it all before, unfortunately all too many times. I rolled over in my bed so my back was towards the distraction and settled on to my left side.
I was nearly drifting off again when I felt a light breeze blow across my face, tickling me. Wait...that's not right...
"Helllloooo sleeping beau-ty" A low growl echoes in the darkness.
My eyes popped open so fast they nearly left their sockets when I saw a figure bathed in moonlight facing towards me on the bed, head resting lazily against his palm. His demeanour was calm but I could sense the nervous wild energy rolling beneath his skin, like a snake waiting to strike. More terrifying than that was the glint of the blade he held in his left hand.
Joker...
I lay there stunned for least 10 seconds, while he smiles that awful smile at me, inches from my face.
"C'mere!" He all but growls suddenly, reaching for me.
All hell broke loose.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, kicking my legs out in front of me as he attempted to make a quick lunge at me to quieten me. I aimed my feet towards his abdomen hoping that if I kicked hard enough it would send him backwards, but with my petite frame versus his immovable tall one I only achieved in pushing myself off the side of the bed, but at least it was out of his grasp. I landed on the carpeted floor with a dull thud and immediately made a grab for the baseball bat I kept at the side of my bed and swung it without thought in front of me. A loud crack echoed through the room as it connected solidly with his jaw as he attempted to follow after me.
He cackled that unearthly laugh and rolled backwards on the bed.
I didn't plan to stick around to see what damage, if any, I'd inflicted on the painted maniac, instead scrambling on my hands and knees out of the room faster than I knew I ever could, making a bee line for the front door. I Threw open the door and came face to face with three henchmen standing in the corridor, those vile clown masks in place, sawn off shot guns in hand.
I didn't even have the chance to scream as they started to come at me so I did the only thing I could think of and slammed the door shut in their faces. I rested my full weight against the door, which was admittedly not much, as I struggled to keep the door shut for long enough for me to bolt the door. They pounded hard on the other side of the door making the whole wall shake. My fingers fumbled over the lock, my palms were sweating so much from fear that I could find a solid purchase on it. Finally after what seems like an eternity my fingers found a solid grip and the loud click of the lock was like music to my ears. But my joy was short lived.
Yes the maniac with guns were locked out, but I was now locked inside with a maniac with a knife. And not just any maniac with a knife... The Joker with a knife... Fuck...
I swung around quickly, my back to the door as if I expect him to be there behind me waiting to strike. But the room is in pitch black, and I couldn't see my hand in front of my face let alone the mad man in my house. I reached for the light switch and my heart plummeted to the pit of my stomach as I flicked it and the lights failed to burst into life. I flicked it up and down in vain a couple of times but still nothing.
He's cut the power. Shitshitshit...
My thoughts flickered through my options. There weren't many and I was feeling pretty much doomed. But I didn't have time to think like that. I had to focus. The fire escape... But it was in the bedroom, the bedroom I'd just escaped from. I didn't know if I could make it. I didn't know where he was. The goons at the door had stopped trying to get in, and the room was eerily silent. It was now or never.
I held my hand out in front of me, as a bumper of sorts and began to creep my way back towards the bedroom. I could hear my heart thumping in my ears and I held my breath as to not make a sound but honestly, I don't think I could have breathed if I'd wanted to or not.
I edged forward slowly. I was halfway to the door. I had the distinct impression I was being toyed with, like I could feel his eyes on me even in the darkness, like he was dangling my freedom in front of me just to watch my face when he snatched it away. A wicked game of cat and mouse.
I was less than a couple of yards away now. Maybe I'd got it wrong. Maybe he was waiting in the bedroom. The door was pushed shut but not closed. If only it was open, I could have been afforded a little light from the moon and the street lamps outside to see more clearly around me. I felt my body freezing as I came to the door of its own accord. I wanted to move, I wanted to run but I was frozen in place, hand raised and fingertips touching the door.
Then I felt it again, that soft breeze on the back of my neck, tickling me. He was behind me. His hot breath hit my neck again, closer this time. I feel the icy cold grip of fear travel up my spine. I reacted on instinct.
I darted to the side instead of forward like he'd obviously expected me to and I heard his body collide with the wall behind me. I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom. He let out a bark of laughter behind me before I heard the loud thumps of his foot falls as he raced after me.
I ran through the bathroom, not bothering to slow down and shut the first door, instead heading straight for the door that connected the bathroom to my bedroom, slamming and locking it behind me.
He let out an irritated growl on the other side of the door as he tried the handle and I knew he'd figured out my plan. I raced to the main bedroom door, picking up the small chair by my vanity on the way and wedging it under the handle just in time for him to violently kick at the door. The chair did its job though, holding the door shut, but I knew by the way he brutally hit the door again and again, it wouldn't take long for him to break in. I had thirty seconds at best.
"Let me in; Let me in, lit-tle pig. Or I'll huff. And I'll puff. And I'll blow your brains out! Ha ha ha ha!" He said in his high pitched sing song voice.
I ran to the window, wrenching the heavy frame up. I could use the escape ladder to climb down into the street. But then what? He'd been in the room in a matter of seconds, and make good on his promise to 'blow her brains out' as I climbed down the ladder. And even if he didn't chose to kill me he was strong and fast, it wouldn't take long for him to catch up with me and then what would he do. I don't even wanna think about that right now. Maybe I could trick him. Maybe I could trick him into thinking I went out the window but hide instead and make my escape when they had left to chase after me.
The idea sounded poor even to my own ears, but before I knew it I was making a last second decision to abandoned the window and instead raced to my single bed in the corner, throwing myself under it. The stiff carpet dug into my knees and elbows, burning them as I crawled under but I was so afraid I didn't even feel it. I laid on my stomach, facing the door waiting. Why why why didn't I go out of the window?
BOOM!
The door splinted into half as The Joker landed one final kick to the door. I jumped so high I cracked my head on the underneath of the bed and I had to cover my mouth with both my hands to stop myself screaming out in pain and fear. I heard him flick the light switch and the room was illuminated in harsh light. He must have removed the light bulb from my living room, not cut the power.
I could see nothing more of him then his grey dress shoes and the hem of his purple pants as he entered the room, calmly walking towards the window. My hands tremble over my mouth and I couldn't bear it any more to wait or to look. I clamped my eyes shut, and for the first time in my life I prayed.
A muted taping on the glass of the window reaches my ears, maybe from his fingers drumming against it. I dared to hope he might be buying my ruse. More soft foot fall. They came closer towards me and my blood froze. I scrunched my eyes shut even more. Please please please.
For a moment there's no sound of movement, only the sound of him humming some tune I don't recognise irritably to himself. As if my prayers had been answered I hear him start to move again, only this time away from me, in the direction of the door, followed by the sound of him kicking the broken door out of his way.
I wait for what seemed like hours in the silence but it's probably no more than a couple minutes' tops. Still nothing. He must have brought it.
Relief washed over me and I let out a shaky breath I wasn't aware I was holding in.
I slowly opened my eyes and I'd been gripping them so tightly shut I'm seeing spots. I had to blink them a way before I'm able to focus on what's in front of me. My eyes widened in fright and I couldn't move, paralysed with fear.
Smudged white grease paint. Black rimmed dead eyes. The gnarled scars that split his face in two, accentuated by the fact he's smiling that small cruel smile of his at me. That gruesome blood red paint painted across his lips and scars. For how many people is the last face they ever saw. And there it was in front of me. Would it be the last for me too? He was crouched down on his hands and knees, his face shoved under the frame of the bed just inches from mine.
"Hi" He says sweetly in his high pitched nasally voice.
Before I can even think to move his grin turned down into a wicked frown and his hand shot out and tangled in the blond mess of my hair, tightening painfully as he yanked me out from my hiding place. He's so strong there isn't much time before he has us both up on our feet, his grip on the back of my head unrelenting.
"Please stop. P-Please!" I manage to cry out in pain.
He tilted my head up so he can look me in the face by yanking my hair down at the back and grasped my jaw painfully tight with the spindly finger. I'd never realised how tall he was all those times I'd seen him on the news but now he was in front of me I realise he towered over my 5'3 frame. He had to be at least 6'3". I renewed my effort to wriggle out of his grasp, pushing my palms against his solid chest, terrified of his intimidating presence. But nothing would budge him.
"Heyyyyy, hey nowww" He mocks. "Aren't ya gonna let me in-tro-duce myself?"
"I know who you are you sick fuck!" I screamed in his face and I don't know what possessed me to do, but I spat up in to his face, scared and angry all at the same time. I regreted it as soon as I do it. This is going to be bad.
The grin is still there, but his eyes are murderous. He backed me up quickly, the backs of my calf's hitting the mattress and suddenly we tumbled back onto the bed together. He does nothing to break his fall so I took the full brunt of his weight on my chest, winding me.
I frantically began to push and beat against his chest, screaming at the top my lungs anything to get him to move. He strikes fast before I'm even aware of what's going on, pulling himself up off my chest, straddling my hips and releasing my hair to capture my wrists in his long fingers before pulling them above my head and pushing them down hard. I'm completely trapped.
"Now now. That. Wasn't. Very. Nice. Was it hmm?" He growled out through yellow teeth, inches from my face. I tried to move my face to the side, anything to not have to look up into those chilling black orbs. "Ah tah tah" He said lightly, the hand that was gripping my chin holding me thoroughly in place.
"Please" I beg, all shred of dignity gone. "I'm sorry, I'm s-s-sorry, please. I- I didn't mean it."
"Ohhhh it's too late for s-s-sorry! Much, much too late." He mocks. His eyes dart over my face taking in every detail of me, his tongue flicking out to run over his scars. "It's only fair... Hey, hey lay still." He giggles. He subdued my renewed struggled with a quick and painful squeeze of my wrists. "It's only fair that since you spit on meee, that I get to re-turn the favour. Don't you think hmm?"
I didn't have time to register the meaning of his words, before he closed the distance between our faces, and starting at my chin runs his slopping wet tongue over my lips, over the apple of my cheeks and ending at the outer crease of my eye. It isn't intended as sexual I don't think think, just to scare and degrade me. I let out a strangled sob and I feel my face dampen from tears. This, I could see through my tears, puts a smile on his face.
"Ya know, you gave me quite the run around tonight. I'm im-pressed" He purrs at me. "I love a girl that fights back."
"What do you want from me? I have nothing, can't you see I have no money? I have nothing you could want" I sob, tears still falling. He sighed irritably at me.
"They always think it's about money... So little scope." He rolled his eyes heavenward, almost speaking to himself at this point. His eyes fall back on me as he lazily appraises me once again.
" I sure there is plenty a... beautiful girl like you could... off-er me." He speaks softly to me causing shivers of fear to course through me. When he whispered it was almost more scary then then when he shouted. He couldnt mean he wanted to...
"I want you to lay. Very. Ve-ry still" He whispered gently to me and I felt my worse fears were being realised.
He let go of my hands and reached into his trench coat pocket. I went to move my hands from above my head to renew my struggles but his stare hardened and the message was clear; I've finished playing, I will do things to you that you can't even imagine if you move one inch. My arms stayed put.
He retrieved from his pocket a needle, filled half way with a clear liquid inside. He must have read the panic in my widened eyes, because his hand slid from my jaw and clenched at my throat, squeezing it in warning. He smiled as if daring me to act. Honestly I was too scared to breathe let alone move so his warning was unnecessary. He pulled the cap off the needle off with his teeth.
"I want you to take a little nap. Understood?"
"What?" I question in shock.
"Doll face I'm on a bit of deadline, I don;t have timeee for Q and A."
"But... No please, just wait ok. Stop!"
"Darlin', you don't really have a say in it." He smiled that unhappy smile down at me, and the needle came down on me, piercing the delicate flesh of her neck. The last thing I heard is his gleeful cackle.
I'm asleep before he even pulls it from my neck.