Rewritten chapter and maybe it's more realistic. I also changed her name to Kayla and that's thanks to my new friend Wicked One35 (love ya!), but think you meant 'shouldn't' lol.
Reviewers:
Harley Quinn - Thanks for reviewing and expressing your opinion, but I think you're more insane than the Joker himself. I think it's really cute how you got into character, but please go get some psychological help please.
'me' - Or whatever your name is. I'm not a sex-craved Leger fan I only saw one movie that he was in (The Patriot in my history class) before he died. Now, if it would have been Johnny Depp or Gerry Butler then yes call my one their sex-craved fans. This story has nothing to do with Heath Ledger, it's the Joker not him.
Day-of-Judgement - Thank you so much of your review. I really appreciate it and I did take your advice.
Kayla sat quietly as the van headed back to wherever they were taking her. She tried not to cry and stay strong. She didn't want him to enjoy her fear. She looked at her capturer, who had not stopped staring at her since they left. Kayla had to admit that something about him attracted him to her.
Kayla slapped herself mentally. How the fuck am I attracted to this man; he's probably is going to rape and then kill me, she thought.
"What are you thinking about," he whispered in her ear. She turned her head back to him and glared at him. "What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" Kayla began to struggle a bit, trying to hit him. He only laughed more and slapped once more. Kayla felt the sting on her other cheek. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him dead in the eye. "Keep on doing that and I'll give you to my friends," he growled at her. Her eyes widen as if to give her sympathy. He smirked and placed his hand on her leg. "I knew you'd see it my way."
Kayla shivered as his hand traveled up her leg, stopped only to gently massage her knee, and then continued to go up. Her breathing began to get louder as he got closer between her legs. For a murderer and abuser, he was being really gentle with her. He harshly pulled her legs apart making her whimper.
"Do you like this, kitty?" He started rubbing through her panties. She cursed herself when she moaned a little before she could stop herself. She looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to them, but the three other men were sleeping and the other was the driver. She turned her attention back to him as he continued to give her unwanted pleasure. He took the cloth out of her mouth and kissed her deeply. She gasped in his mouth when he entered a finger in her.
He pulled away from her mouth. "You're so wet," he whispered on her red stained lips.
She shook her head in disagreement. "No," she said trying to close her legs, but he kept them open.
"Oh yes you are." His finger searched her virgin barrier and grinned when he found it. "And you're a virgin," he said. Kayla looked away from his eyes and nodded. "Do you know what that means?" he asked licking her neck. She shook her head. "That means you belong to me."
Kayla looked back at him like if had gone crazier than what he already was. "I belong to no one, you disgusting freak," she said staring angrily at him. He pulled his finger out and stuck it inside her mouth.
"Are you sure about, kitty? Your body says otherwise," he said pulling out his dagger. "Taste good doesn't it?" he said running his finger along her tongue. Kayla stared at the dagger with a frighten look. "Don't worry; he won't hurt, unless you give him a reason to." Kayla pulled her head away from his finger, letting herself breath again.
"What are you going to do with me?" she asked. "Why didn't you just kill me in the church?"
"Would you like me to?" he said pointing the dagger on her neck.
"No," she whispered.
"I thought not. Like I said, you are too pretty to waste and I'm going to have lots of fun with you."
"What's you're name?" she asked curiously.
"They call me the Joker," he said proudly. "And you, what's you're name, kitty?"
"Kayla," she said, staring at him.
The car finally went to a stop. Joker got out pulling Kayla to him. She stumbled a bit, but was held by Joker from falling. He laughed at her clumsiness and pulled a glaring Kayla inside an old abandoned house.
"Everyone get out, I don't care what you guys do to enjoy the night, but it won't be in here. I got business to take of," he said giving Kayla a lustful stare. They laughed knowing what he was talking about.
"Hey, boss, do you think we could get a piece of her?" one of them said.
Suddenly, Joker grabbed the guy from the neck and smashed him to the wall slicing his throat. Kayla gasped as she saw the man die the same way Father Thomas did.
Everyone stared in shock at what he just did, but Joker remained calmed and glared at his remaining men. "Let it be a message to all of you," he said walking towards them making them back up to the wall. "No one and I mean no one will ever get their filthy hands on that girl." He grabbed a gun from his pockets. "Is that understood?" he asked pointing at one of their heads. They nodded nervously. "Good, now get out of here and take that piece of shit with you!" he said firing a shot in the air.
They scrambled out of there, taking the dead body with them. Kayla looked around and saw normal looking rooms; she honestly expected to be taken to a warehouse or something. Grinning at Kayla, he yanked her to the kitchen and sat her on the table.With still gun in hand, he traced along her mouth.
"Open your mouth," he said in a raspy voice.
Kayla raised an eyebrow at him. "W-What?" she stammered.
"Open. Your. Mouth," he said louder. Kayla slowly opened it. "Wider. That's it, atta girl," he laughed. "Now, lick it." Trinity still gave him a confused look, but did it anyways. "Yeah," he grumbled. "Lick it like it was your favorite treat. Now suck it." Kayla continued licking the gun, staring into Joker's eyes. She felt tears falling down her cheeks. "You're enjoy this aren't you, kitty?" She glared at him, but didn't stop what she was doing; the gun was still hot from the earlier shot, he could do it again. He yanked her head back and shoved the gun deeper inside her mouth. Kayla attempted grabbed his hand to pull the gun away, but they were still tied. He finally let go of her pulled the gun out.
"You wet, kitty?" he asked fingering her already wet panties. No, I'm not, she thought trying to breathe evenly. "You're soaking like a gushing wound," he giggled, showing him her juices. She looked at his hand in disgust at him and herself. She gasped when he took his dagger and ripped her skirt opened.
"What… I… why did you do that? I have no other clothes."
"Maybe I want you that way," he said smirking at her. He did the same thing to her panties and sniffed them. "You smell so sweet. I wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell."
He traced her inner lips with the dagger's handle, careful not to touch her clit. Don't Kayla. He's wants you to beg, she thought.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing from you," she hissed.
"What," he growled in her ear, "do you want?"
"Let me go," she growled back at him, trying to kick him off her. She still had her hands tied together.
He smirked. "What do you want me to do?" he asked nibbling her neck.
"Fuck you don't touch me," she snarled turning her head to the side.
"Oh, no, I'll be the one fucking you," he said. Joker pulled back and ripped her shirt, making the buttons from her shirt fly off. He looked at the beauty under him.
She felt him untie her hands and immediately tried to push him off her, but he slapped her hard in the face. Kayla felt her hands being tied again, but now they were tied on the legs of the table.
"Now none of that; there will be time for touching later," he said finishing him untying his tie and taking off his suit. He unbuttoned his pants, exposing his erection.
Kayla's eyes widen how big his manhood was. That's never going to fit me, she thought.
Joker chuckled. "I'm sure it will," he said almost like reading her mind. He grabbed her legs and putting them over his shoulder. He traced his finger over her already wet pussy. He licked her nub, making her arch back. "I was right, you taste delicious, kitty," he murmured.
"Oh, God," she whimpered. She felt filthy from his actions and she was actually reacting to him.
"Don't you ever say his name ever again," he growled at her. He suddenly stopped and put his legs around his waist, rubbing his erection over her pussy. "You will moan my name and nobody else, got it. Pain or pleasure," he snarled in her ear, pressing his fingers deeper on her waist, leaving the bruises for later. He slowly entered her. He hissed her tightness and stopped when he felt her barrier.
There was a sudden knock on the door making him stop. He growled and looked at Kayla who had her eyes shot, waiting for the pain to come. "What?" he barked.
"S-Sorry boss," stammered the guy on the other side, "b-but Mr. Maroni wants to talk to you, sir."
"Damn that Maroni," he growled pulling away from Kayla, putting his clothes back. "I'll right there," he yelled.
"Where's my tie?" he said looking on the floor. It was shot in front of him by Kayla. He looked at her and reached out to grab the tie. "I, uh, gotta go now," he said looking at her naked form. "I'll bring you some extra cloth when I come back," he mumbled, leaving the house.
Kayla broke a sob when he left. "What have I gotten myself into," she cried to herself. She looked around the small house. It was well kept. "He probably killed the people who lived here," she whispered to herself. She went into the bedroom and found nothing but the bed and its sheets. She checked everywhere for something to cover herself up. She finally found a bathrobe in the bathroom. She took a shower and then waited for Joker to come back.
She went into the kitchen to see if there was any food, but found nothing. "They really cleaned this place up didn't they," she murmured. Her stomach growled; she hadn't eaten anything all day. "I wonder if he's going to feed me."
She side and sat on the couch, resting her chin on her knees. She sobbed again thinking of Father Thomas and Anna. She should hate Joker for killing them, but he made her feel something inside her. She shook those thoughts away. No I have to hate him, she thought. She looked at the door and thought of leaving. "The hell with it." She started to walk toward the front door; she was about turn the handle, when the door opened.
