Chapter Two
okay, chapter two as promised. We got a whopping 1 review last time! YAY! That would be soooo worth celebrating if it wasn't a writer of the story... :P Any who, on with the story.
Be prepared for this chapter, there is a sex scene that is graphic.
NATALIE POV
The light is shining in on my face and I am laying in an incredibly soft bed. The sun from the small window makes my head pound and the buzzing from the fluorescent lights is maddening. Slowly, the events from last night are beginning to piece together like a very confusing 10,000 piece jigsaw puzzle.
I know that my dad gave me to the Joker to make up for money he didn't have; I know that the last person I saw was the Freak. I shot up from the bed immediately of the memory of the Freak, then fell back down because of the dizziness. I land on top of something hard and the Joker grunts and rolls over on his side.
"Holy Fuck!" I yell and jump back pushing him off the bed in the process. He makes a yip as he falls to the ground and then stays there where he fell for a few moments before I hear anything else.
"What the fuck was that for?"
"What the hell do you think you are doing? Don't sleep in the same bed as me!" I realize way to late that I am yelling at him. Before my muddled mind can tell me to react he is dragging me onto the floor by my arm.
"Well fine, you can stay down here." He crawls back onto the bed. "Don't kick me out of my own bed."
"Good, I'm more than happy to be anywhere but near you, Freak!" I spit the words back at him. "The floor is like heaven because it is far away from your ugly face!"
He stands up and starts to walk towards a door on the far corner to what I assume is a bathroom. "Don't fucking ignore me!" He walks through the door and shuts it behind him. "I'm to good for you anyway. I shouldn't even speak to the insane!" I am livid. How can he seriously just ignore me! "Fucking psycho." I mumble quietly to myself.
After about 20 minutes the Freak walks back out of the room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He is hard not to look at, his perfectly sculpted stomach and chest are covered with deep scars and the ones on his face are very visible without the make-up. His curly damp hair is stuck to his face and neck. He slips his boxers on under the towel then removes the towel from his waist. I am full blown gawking now and he looks over at me just in time to notice, "What?"
"Nothing Freak." I turn away and lean against the wall.
"Alright then..." He gives me a curious glance that pisses me off.
"What is that look for clown?"
"Nothing." He busies himself by rifling through drawers for socks.
"I fucking hate you." I say mostly to myself then to him.
"Well, I hate you to, Dollface." He walks into the bathroom again and starts applying face paint.
"Then let me leave, if you hate me so much why did you take me instead of 10 million?"
"You get to stay here until I tell you to go."
"Why? Are you crazier than I thought or just masochistic?" I roll my eyes at him, Freak.
"Because I want to play games, see if I can break you." He continues to put all of his interest on his reflection in the mirror.
"Good luck with that one, no one has managed yet." He laughs loudly before suddenly sounding menacing.
"Don't doubt me, Beautiful."
"Just worry about yourself, Freak. I have been known to break things."
His answer sounds sad and distant. "You can't break what is already broken." His mood swings are starting to give me a headache.
"I can shatter it." I reply as though it is the most obvious thing in the world. He has already began pulling on his suit and before I know it he walks out the door, leaving me sitting on the ground.
I stand up and walk into the bathroom . I strip down to nothing and step into a hot shower, constantly checking that the door is still shut and locked. I will not become that man's play thing. I wash my short hair and feel like everything is washing away with it except one thing; I will kill my father for this if I take my last breath doing it.
A FEW WEEKS LATER
The joker has been gone for a few days now and I am almost lonely. And I am absolutely starving. I haven't eaten anything in the three days since he left. I hear steps on the stairs , but I assume it is just one of the men.
I am surprised to see him walk into the room, he already seemed mad and the fact that I'm staring at a strip of photographs of a young Joker and what I must assume to be his mother probably doesn't help the situation. I have been very bored and I got to snooping. Around me on the bed is a wedding ring and several other sentimental possessions of my roommate.
He is glaring at me fiercely, "What do you think you're doing?" He growls at me.
"Just keeping myself busy, how was your night?" I try desperately to change the subject, piling the items back int his bedside table drawer.
"Keeping busy with things that don't concern you I see." He is just standing in the doorway sucking his teeth. He is livid with me and I'm afraid for myself.
"I didn't mean to look at anything secret." I defend my actions but I knew very well that he wouldn't want me snooping around in his things.
"And what exactly did you see?" He is starting to slowly stalk towards me with a scowl on his face only made more frightening by the face paint.
"A wedding ring and some old photos, that is all."
"Which you had no place to look at." He is spitting his words at me and is continuing faster towards me. I slowly walk backwards.
"I figured that you left me here alone in your room, if you didn't want me to look somewhere you would have told me!" I am yelling because I am afraid and it isn't helping my situation. He lunges quickly towards me and pins me to the wall behind me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know, okay!" I'm yelling again and his hand moves to my neck pinning me to the wall harder than before. His hand starts to close tighter and tighter around my neck. I have to fight the urge to panic.
"You don't know a lot of things, do you?" He growls at me and I feel a shiver run up my spine in fear. Instead of letting my fear get the best of me I do what I have always done that gets me in trouble, and mouth off.
"Is this some dominance thing due to little man syndrome?" I smirk as best I can with his hand so firmly around my windpipe.
"What makes you think I have little man syndrome." He grunts and smiles at me when he asks.
"Oh, it is just that you have to blow up those big buildings all the time." I know that this could get me killed, but it is keeping me calm and I'd rather feel brave then frightened; no matter what the price. "Maybe it helps you get your kicks."
"My kicks, huh? Well maybe you could help with my kicks." He moves his head down to my hair, I can only imagine the irritating smirk playing on his lips.
"I'd rather die. I could get off better with my own hand."
"I think we should test this theory." I feel him lick my ear and start lightly nibbling on it. I suddenly get all the fear back as I realize what he has in mind...
I try in vain to pull away from his mouth. "Stop that, you have no right to touch me like this." He roughly grabs my neck and pulls me back toward his mouth.
"It doesn't matter if I have the right to or not." His nibbles and kisses start to trail down my neck and onto my collar bone.
I jerk away violently and manage to get away for the moment. I begin backing up towards the bed, keeping my eyes glued on him. "Stop it." I try to sound stern, but even to myself I sound scared.
"I don't think I will." He pushes me harshly back onto the bed and assaults my neck and collarbone, leaving what is sure to be dark hickeys on my neck.
"Stop please, please don't do this."
"Begging wont help you now. Remember I'm just a FREAK" He bellows the word 'freak' in my face. He begins to move his hands down my body, focusing mainly on my hips. After a while he starts to put his right hand up my shirt.
I grab his arm with both my hands and try to push him away from my breasts. He ignores me completely and continues to reach his hand up my stomach and he begins groping me through my bra.
"I already told you, nothing will stop me from getting what I want, Not even Daddy..." He chuckles after saying this and slips his hand under my bra and begins teasing my nipples making them hard.
"Don't laugh at me." I try again to get his hand away and he brushes me off. "I don't think I will." He pushes my hands away with his other arm, holding my arms above my head. I try to get away but I'm not going anywhere.
He continues to tweak my nipples and I let out a small moan then immediately go silent. "Oh you're enjoying yourself." He puts his leg in between my leg and moves it so it touches my clit through my jeans. I desperately try to get away from his leg but he pulls my back down.
"I'm not enjoying it... please stop. I don't want it." I try desperately to get away from his touch but he follows wherever I go.
"I'm going to go until I get off." This statement hits me hard.
"You're going to have sex with me." I feel the panic rising in my body.
"Yes, I am." I realize that being mean would not be the right way of going about this. I'm going to let go of my pride and beg.
"Please don't do this, please. I will do whatever else you want, I'll get you off; please for the love of god don't" He tries to get my shirt of, but I am making it incredibly difficult for him. After a few minutes of struggling he grabs a knife from his nightstand and cuts the shirt right off exposing my bra.
"Nope! I'm getting off the way I want! So stop moving dammit!" He starts to work the button of my jeans and I start to kick violently in my panic. He slaps me hard across my face.
"Stop moving, I'll do whatever I damn well want!" He starts to laugh insanely again and pulls off my jeans leaving me in my bra and panties. I can feel the dampness in my undies and heat in between my legs. My body is reacting but my mind is panicking.
I feel him unclasp my bra and I am done being nice. It doesn't seem to be working anyway. "Get off of me and stop now!" I scream at him but he just slaps me 3 more times and I feel my lip bust. "you best do what I say or I'll make you, Beautiful. So undress me." He stands up in front of me with an impatient look on his face.
"Never in a million years, Freak." He punches me in the face.
"Just do it."
"I shouldn't have to help you rape me!"
"Have it your way then." He punched me in the face one more time before ripping off my panties. I don't even try to get away, too late now. He unzips his pants and plunges deep inside of me without me expecting it at all.
I scream in pain as he puts his whole length into me then moves fast and hard from beginning to end. I go silent; biting my lower lip hard enough to make it bleed trying not to scream anymore. I have a feeling it would just encourage him to do worse.
It became even harder to stay quiet as I actually began to enjoy myself. Light moans made their way out of my mouth after a few long moments of his long member bumping my G-spot over and over and then he finally came inside of me. He collapsed on top of me as I try desperately to remain composed as I reach my own peak. I only let out a light sigh and quiet moan.
After a few moments he stands back up and asks again. "Undress me, Beautiful." I look to the ceiling trying not to cry. My father was right in getting rid of me. I feel disgusted with myself as I start to unbutton his shirt and waistcoat then remove his pants and boxers. I am enjoying sex with the Freak.
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