Joker's POV
It was easy getting good Ole Joan out of the picture for a week. I wanted to get out of the intensive with her because knowing her it would be half an hour of talk with three and a half hours of ECT everyday. I had my men on the outside make sure that her husband was to have an accident today.
The new doc intrigued me. She had a very matter of fact attitude about her but I could tell she had a playful side by the light in her light brown eyes and the way her pale skin would blush. She was definitely Greek with a last name like that, she sounded American and lacked the Mediterranean tan so I assume she has grown up here in the states.
I find myself wondering about her and looking forward to the rest of the week. It is probably the medicines. They found out about my threat and Mr. Leland's incident. They couldn't figure out how I had contact with someone on the outside. The police came and interrogated me but I just laughed, leading to a doctor to come sedate me.
I lose track of hours and sometimes days like this. I start to think that maybe the cancelled the intensive altogether and I won't see Dr. S again..haha Dr. S, S for sexy, stunning, stabbing, slaughter….
My thoughts are interrupted by a few guards coming in. I'm flattered but I feel so sluggish I couldn't even get my dick hard if I tried, much less fight off a guard. I can't even laugh. They put me in the straight jacket and escort me to a therapy room. I fall on the way and they give me a kick in the ribs. My mind is mad as I struggle to get up but I feel the energy sucked out of me and I can't do anything.
Before I'm pushed into the room I see her. She looks glowing but she has a mad face on and talks in an angry whisper to some stocky blonde doctor. I recognize him as Dr. O'Connell. He frequently meets with me to up my sedation. Never has the balls to administer it though.
I'm being forced into the chair and Seph comes in. Her heels click with purpose and her usual pouty lips are pursed in a thin line.
"That will be all gentlemen. You may leave us." they look to argue but if looks could kill, they would be dead thrice over. They mutter "bitch" as they walkout and that makes me angrier than I expected.
Once they leave I just stare at the table lost in the fog. I can hear the clock tick and her calm even breath. I don't know how much time passes but she never says anything. I start to hear her dig through her bag and it causes me to pull out of my trance and look up.
She pulls out two decks of cards. Opens one up and shuffles. I'm mesmerized by how her hands shuffle the cards. She starts dealing them out on the table. She pulls her feet out her heels and tucks them under her getting comfortable and starts playing solitaire.
I watch her play for a while. She's quite the beauty. She gets this cute concentrated look on her face where she bites her lip. I start to feel myself pulling out of the fog. When she figures out a move her eyes light up and my breath hitches unexpectedly. She makes eye contact with me instantly and tilts her head.
Not a lot of people have ever made me nervous but for some reason she does. Maybe it's the drugs slowly fading from my system, maybe because she's new and I haven't decided my plans for her, but she makes me nervous.
"Do you want to play?" Her voice is soft and sweet but has a roughness deep beneath. Like a cold she never fully got over.
"Solitaire is a one player game" I respond simply. Berating myself for not saying something wittier.
"We can play double solitaire. Here." She slides me the deck and walks behind me. It makes me nervous to not have her in my sight so I crane my neck to try and keep my eyes on her. "Please hold still" Her hand lands gently on my neck and I flinch. She quickly moves back with her hands in the air.
"I'm sorry" She apologises quickly. "I'm was just going to undo your straight jacket. I should have asked."
"Oh. Yeah, go ahead." My mind is spinning. It wasn't that I didn't want out, it wasn't by the unsuspected touch, it was the effect it had on me. As soon as her skin touched mine, my mind was clear. In fact I was hyper alert. I could feel where she was without seeing, could smell her perfume as if she just sprayed it, and could feel the heat radiating from her body. It was brief and unexpected clashing with me now feeling myself.
She was careful to not touch my skin again but I was myself again. Not some zombie. So once she had me free, my hand was around her throat and she was up against the wall. I had raised her so she struggled to stand on her tiptoes.
"Well well well, what a pretty little fool you are. So easy to trick and manipulate. What did you think? Poor Joker. He seems sad. Let's give him some freedom and he will spill all his secrets as easily as I spread my legs." I drove my knee between her legs to emphasize my point. My anger spilling in for her seeing me in such a state and her pitying me disgusted me.
Her eyes, which flashed with fear for only a second became angry and then suddenly calm. Infuriating calm. "No. I was sitting here bored and wanted company. Didn't think you wanted to talk so I thought we could play cards. My bad." the last part bit with sarcasm. It made me smile. She was feisty.
I laughed and dropped my grip, walked to the table and started dealing out my cards. She came silently and did the same. It shocked me when I noticed us both having matching smiles.