Thanks for the review! And sorry it took so long to get out, I've been really busy recently. And not having the best of times if I'm going to be honest.

Libby awoke the next morning encrusted in dried blood. Her back stuck to the floor as she attempted to sit up, but she regretted the movement most because of the pain that radiated from her stomach. She laid back down and tried to prise her back from the blood-covered floor so that she could roll over and sit up without using her stomach muscles. Her whole body seemed to ache, but ignored the pain as she twisted round and used her arms to push herself on to her hands and knees. She then crawled over to the nearest wall and propped herself up against it and, breathing heavily, examined her wounds. The first few had scabbed over and were starting to heal, but the last couple were deeper and slightly oozing blood, and Libby wondered briefly if she'd need stitches, hoping that she didn't, considering how likely it was that the Joker would get someone to sew her up.

It was at this point that a door banged open, revealing the Joker smiling sinisterly down at her, holding a bundle of white cloth.

"So … how are we feeling this bright and cheery morning?"

Libby replied with a glare, her jaw clenched tightly, partly in anger at seeing him, partly to help cope with the pain.

"I'm guessing you don't want this bandage then?" He waved the cloth in her general direction, and her eyes betrayed her. "I'll ask again, shall I? How are we feeling this bright and cheery morning?"

"My stomach hurts, but other than that, alright thank you. And you?" She figured politeness would be a good path to follow, seeing as she really wanted that bandage.

"I'm in high spirits. Looking forward to the rest of the day." He eyed her semi-naked form as he said this, and an ominous feeling rose in the pit of her stomach. He chucked the bandage to her and she immediately began rolling it up to make it easier to put on. Out of her eyesight he sat back down on the chair he'd pulled out yesterday, waiting for her to stand to put on the bandage. Just as he'd predicted, she tried to rise to her feet, but the pain intensified, causing her to cry out quietly. He smiled to himself, watching her struggle made him want to laugh out loud. She eventually managed to get to her feet, but remained leaning her shoulders against the wall, her stomach pushed outwards so that she could wrap the bandage around her midriff. She wound it round, tight enough to stop the bleeding, but not too tight that it would cause any discomfort. Once finished, she began to slide back down the wall to her seated position on the floor.

"Uh uh. Come here."

She lifted her eyes to meet his, trepidation etched on her face, interspersed with denial. "Why?"

"Because I said so. Don't you remember our little conversation yesterday. You. Belong. To. Me. Do what I tell you." He spoke as you would to a child and she glared involuntarily, her face seeming to echo her thoughts unconsciously. "I really thought you'd have learnt your lesson after yesterday. Do I need to carve you up a bit more?"

Libby weighed up the consequences of not doing what he said against her pride. She didn't want any more pain than she was already in. That made up her mind and she rose again, gingerly taking a few steps towards him, wincing quietly as pain shot through her. As she neared him, he patted his lap with his gloved hand, but she shook her head. She wasn't going to demean herself more than she already had. Apparently she had no choice; he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her on to him so that her back was against his chest. He wrapped one arm across her chest, enveloping both of her arms so that she couldn't move. With his free hand, the Joker grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back so that it was resting on his shoulder. She struggled against his relentless grip, but he just tugged harder on her hair until she stopped.

"So where'd you get the cute accent, doll face?" He was referring to the English accent she'd never managed to lose in America, but she didn't answer. He knew it was English. Heck, he probably knew everything about her by now.

"You know," he hissed in to her ear, "I really don't have the patience for little girls that don't listen to me."

"I listened. I just chose to ignore." She spat back, immediately wished she hadn't when the hand holding her arms smacked down on to her bandaged stomach. She couldn't hold back the cry of pain, all her efforts from yesterday wasted. She felt some of the wounds reopen and the bandage began to turn red.

"Don't talk back to me. I was going to go easy on you when I come back later but I don't think I will anymore. Don't even think about escaping whilst I'm gone." With that, he stood up, causing her to fall to the floor, where her head snapped back and the back of her head connected with the solid ground. Her vision swam in and out of focus, but her hearing remained sharp and she heard the door out of the room slam shut.

Libby breathed a sigh of relief as she lay back, hoping that the blood, and the pain, would stop soon. Tears brimmed on her eyelashes as she thought about her predicament. Would Robbie come back for her? She doubted he'd be able to save her if he did. Did her mum know what had happened to her? Surely Robbie would have contacted her and Dad. Her dad wouldn't care though. No. No one was coming. She'd have to get herself out of this mess. Today probably wasn't the best day, considering the pain she was in because of her cuts. And this escape would take some planning. She'd wait for the opportune moment.

She drifted in and out of sleep all day, hoping every time she awoke that she wouldn't fall back asleep, lest the Joker return while she was sleeping. Unfortunately for her, this is exactly what happened. For once he opened the door quietly, and he slunk in, sinister smile in place, giggling with glee when he saw her sleeping body. He crept over to her silently.

"WAKE UP!" he screamed in her ear. She jolted awake, swinging wildly at the shouting man, realised too late who it was. Her hand had already connected with his face, and he did not look happy.

"Up, up, up." His words were careless, but his tone suggested that he meant business. She tried to get up as quickly as possible, but it wasn't fast enough for the Joker, who grabbed at her waist and pulled her upright, shoving her towards the door he'd come through this morning.

Once they'd reached it he leaned round her and opened it, pushing her in as he stepped forward. Inside was a mattress on the floor by an old radiator, covered with a grimy duvet, a pillow. An unobtrusive wardrobe stood in corner. It was towards the mattress that she was being directed. Realising his intentions quickly, she tried to spin around to get out of the door they'd just come through, but he kicked it shut and thrust her backwards towards the mattress. She stumbled, landing on her back on the 'bed', quickly scrambling to stand up and move away, but he had foreseen this and pulled the handcuffs she'd had on yesterday out of his pocket. He grabbed her right hand, snapping one cuff around her wrist, and then fastening the other around the radiator. Shit, she thought, trying to pull away frantically, but to no avail. The sound of clothes hitting the floor reached her ears, and she turned to see the Joker shirtless, with just his purple trousers on, his hands on his belt buckle, undoing it. Once his belt had joined his shirt, waistcoat and jacket on the floor, he stalked over to her, pulling his knife from his pocket as he advanced on her.

Libby scrambled back, her bare back hitting the icy cold radiator. The Joker grabbed one of her ankles and yanked her towards him, her right arm forced above her head, leaving her feeling very exposed on that side. She beat at him with her left hand, but was weaker on that side, and was impaired by the pain from her stomach. She screamed out in frustration, and he chuckled.

"No one's coming. My men are downstairs, and they all enjoy hearing the screams. They always want a go."

"Go to hell." She spat out at him, still trying to free her right hand and attack him with her left. He snatched her left wrist and held it down, whilst positioning the knife to cut through her bra straps, so as to remove it completely.

"I'd hold still. And refrain from angering me even more." He sliced through the straps before tossing the useless bit of fabric aside. The knife trailed down her torso to the straps of her skimpy underwear, and they soon joined what was left of her bra on the floor. She was completely exposed now. He placed the knife in his trouser pocket and ripped her bandages off; luckily they had all scabbed over during the course of the day, and he ran his fingers over them, before roughly grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing too hard. She shrieked and her arm jerked as though to pry him off. He pinched the nipple cruelly, wrenching it round whilst she cried out. He was trying to get her to beg, she realised. Well that was one thing she would never do. Even if she ended up dead in the long run. She shut her eyes tightly against the pain, but regretted it when something crashed in to her face. For a second, she thought he had hit her, but realised swiftly that it was his face, and that his mouth was pressed against hers, forcing her lips to open. He bit down hard on her bottom lip, breaking the skin, and the blood began to pool in her mouth. She twisted her head to the side, succeeding in freeing her mouth, and she spat the blood out, straight on to the mattress.

This time the Joker really did backhand her, and more blood flew out of her mouth, splattering against the wall. He laughed sadistically, and freed her hand from his grip in order to unzip his trousers. He stood, removed his trousers and boxers in one go, revealing his erect penis and wrenched Libby's legs apart. He put a finger against her lips, smearing them with the blood flowing from the lower one, then trailed a finger down her chin and throat, between her breasts and the centre of her stomach. A line of blood was drawn, separating the two sides of her body. His hand didn't stop at the base of her stomach, but kept tracing downwards to her most private area. Here, he stopped and looked her right in the eyes before shoving two fingers inside her. She screamed out; the pain was unbearable, and she just wanted it to be over. Tears rolled over her cheeks, and still he smiled.

"What is wrong with you?" she choked out, as he withdrew his fingers, and positioned himself between her splayed legs.

"Me? I just enjoy a good time." With those words he thrust himself deep inside her, not giving her body any time to adjust to his size before pulling out and pushing back in again. She wasn't a virgin, and for this she was glad; it would hurt a hell of a lot more if she was, but she was by no means a slut, and so the pain was still great.

He thrust in and out of her at a fairly slow pace to start off with, until he found a rhythm and started to speed up. She was no longer crying out, and was definitely not just lying there and taking it. She was straining her right arm trying to free it, and was pushing hard against his chest, but he was immovable. His grunts of pleasure were repulsive, and she tried to cut them out, concentrating on pushing him away. Finally she felt him come inside her, and he crashed down on top of her, crushing her small frame, sweat mingling with the blood covering her.

"Enjoy yourself?" she asked spitefully as she wiggled out from underneath him.

"Yeah, I did actually. And I know how much you like pain, so I bet you loved it too."

"You're disgusting. You're a … a … a monster! If you had any kind of empathy, you wouldn't do that to another human being!"

"You know what, Liberty, to me, you're not a human being. You're just a cunt. An English cunt, there to be fucked. And that's all you're good for. Now that I've had you first, I don't really mind if my men want a go. After all, it'd be inhumane not to share such a fun object."

"Fuck you, Joker. I hope you die tonight." Libby rolled over, her right arm still pulled above her head, so that she faced away from the Joker and tried to sleep, but couldn't. She heard the Joker's breathing deepen, and knew he'd fallen asleep. She was relieved that he hadn't grabbed hold of her, but wasn't surprised. He didn't seem like the cuddling type.