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It hurt, like a colossal paper cut... Searing the delicate flesh of your lips. He had barely touched you with it, and it cut you. You assumed the blade must have been sharper then it appeared. Using your logic trying not panic you rationalized. 'Ok Pat calm down, calm down. Clean cut, quick delivery...No scaring...No scaring..." You reminded yourself over and over again. The pain ached, but the thought of having a personal reminder of the joker so plainly on your face is what scared you the most.

"Just wait doll face. When I'm done with you, You'll be begging to have Maroni back!" He said standing up off the couch. "Five minutes with me, and you'll be wearing the scares for everyone to see..." He finished.

Quick as a whip, no hesitation, he kicked you once in your spine, It was like a blunt force, incredibly painful. You cried out in agony.

"Don't fight it- if you like it." He said at once, laughing as he walked towards the door. Though to your dismay he did not walk out. He merely grabbed hold of the cart that yu saw sitting there. The one he had rolled in earlier.

He got behind it and began to push it towards you.

You still remained on the floor, trying to reach your back in pain. You could feel the bruises forming, and your eyes began to water. Then, you felt a great painful tug at your hair. You stood up, allowing the pain to guide your movements. You were on your knees now against the hard cement flooring, and you could feel stones seeping into the thin flesh of the knee cap.

You screamed as he dragged you by the hair and you tried to keep up with your knees. You eyes were closed, and you were trying to consul your scalp.

After a few more seconds, he grabbed you by the shoulders and sat you on to the same chair you had started on.

You sat there horrified, with pain in more places then you could ever have imagined. You sat there lifelessly breathing so deeply that your chest pulsated. Your head was hanging down, looking at him from the top of your eyes.

He stood before you, his back turned. He was hunched over the trolly that he had been pushing before. Then he spoke,

"I could tell right away that you and I were going to have some real fun." He mumbled with his back still turned. You let out another small whimper of pain. Then, as you sat there you became more knowledgeable about what was going on around you. Now that he had given you a few minutes to think as his back was turned to you.

Your mouth was a cesspool of vile fluids. You could taste the bitterness of salty blood and sweat from you struggles. The cut on your lips was beginning to clot slowly, not quickly enough in your opinion. You gathered up as much as you could and turned your head sideways. You took in a deep breath through your nose and spat it all out.

You didn't make it a habit to spit, ever. But for this particular situation you thought you'd make an exception. The noise was disgusting, a very loud splatter of fluid erupting everywhere upon contract with the floor. You looked down at it and wanted to vomit. It really was a lot of blood.

The joker lifted his head at the sound, and turned around to look at it. Then he looked at you with a fake disgusted expression. "Now that's just gross." He said to you at once. Then he turned his body back away from you.

"You rolled your eyes in both frustration and pain. Then, he spoke once more. "It's all right, I think that once you and I get to work. You'll learn to quickly drop habits like that..." He began. You sat up on your seat, worried at his sudden concern for your manners, and his suggestion of you working together... He walked to the other side of the trolly again and pushed it towards you with great force. It slammed against your chest and you cried out again. As you struggled to breath for the first few seconds you opened your eyes looking down on the trollies top. Your eyes widened, and you did not want to speak.

All that could be seen sprawled out all across the metal surface...Were tools. Medical tools. On one side, you saw nothing buts tongs, scalpels and larger knives. On the other, syringes, surgical gloves and small drills. Your eyes closed in on the syringes and it seemed to be filled with some kind of clear liquid. What it was, you didn't dare to guess...

The joker took a step forward, commanding your attention. You snapped your head towards him and he continued to move forward. He pulled out a large syringe from behind his back and pushed some of the liquid out of it. Squirting from the tip.

"We're gonna' do some work on...The face." He began.

You sat up n the chair, and though you were not tied up, you felt paralyzed like nothing else. Your face...Of all things, the face. He was going to destroy you. You could feel it in your bones. He was gong to destroy, mutilate...Anything to make you feel so utterly frightened that you could go insane.

"No!" You called out maniacally. You said touching your face with your hands. As though it was going to be your last time with it all intact. "Please don't do this!" You yelled to him.

"Why not?" He asked tauntingly. "Is please really the best you can do? When in our history together have I ever seen please as an appropriate reason to stop what I'm about to do?" He taunted further still advancing towards you.

You began to cry for the first time. Actually cry. No holding back, no pretending to be tough. That time was over. This was not a fairy-tale, and no one was going to burst in at any second and save you. This was the real thing. And you were scared.

The tears streamed down your face and you could not stop them. You hunched yourself so far over in your chair that you fell to your knees again. Painfully.

You hated yourself right now. More than anything. If you had not been in so much pain, and had not been scared out of your mind. You would have smacked yourself around a few times and told yourself to think rationally. But that was not a luxury you could afford at the moment.

You had to abandon all of your pride and beg for mercy from he joker.

He took another step, and this time he was directly in front of you. You saw his leg and took the opportunity to jump on it. You took hold of it, literally groveling at his feet. "Please don't. Just please. I'll do anything!" You begged pathetically.

Surprisingly, you did not get knocked in the face by his shoe. Nor did you get your hair pulled violently. He knelt down next to you, and grabbed your face in his gloved hand roughly.

"Anything?" He asked a cruel smile in his face. "Are you sure you're able to make that kind of promise babe? I mean, you couldn't even kill me. The guy who's putting you through hell and back." He said surprisingly lightheartedly.

You grabbed the wrist of the hand he had around your face. Still crying you continued to beg. "Please! Just-" You were cut off by his voice once again.

"Shut up" He seethed, shaking your face slightly. He let out a breath of air and looked at your face once over. "Maroni's squeeze!" He taunted you almost whispering it. "I like this look for you doll face. That scared...expression of yours..." He said, cracking his shoulders at his own comment. "It's intoxicating..." He said bringing the syringe close to your face.

You screamed out loud as he brought it closer to your cheeks. The scream was utterly deafening, even for you, and it began to hurt the back of your throat. "Wanna' see a magic trick?" He began. You shook your head continuing to cry. "Now you see the liquid..." Then, without warning, the joker ceased his moving the syringe closer to you in a slow fashion, and quickened his movements. Forcing the object right over your cheek and deep into your shoulder. "Now you don't" He said lightly as though he had done nothing wrong.

You opened your mouth wide, though nothing seemed to come out. It was so painful, so sharp, and it seemed to eat away at your very bone.

"That's about two tablespoons worth of botox. So don't say I never get you anything nice." He said leaning over and whispering in your ear. Your face looked to him in horror. To think, if he would have plunged that into your face, you would have had a hideous disfigurement on one side.

He pulled away from you again, you were in so much pain you almost couldn't handle it. The needle still remained in your back. He took hold of it and began to move it around slightly. You cried out this time, loudly. "You didn't think I was actually going to stick this in that gorgeous face of yours did you? Nah see, I'm a man of simple taste. I just like scaring you- it's all to easy." He said laughing. " And if I can scare you without killing you , well," He said tilting his head to you, "then we're in business." You were utterly scared sat this moment, upon the realization of the Jokers plan...

He didn't want to kill you...He wanted to keep you here...And make you suffer.

"Ya see the longer I keep you alive, the more fun I get to have. So...Let the games begin..." You continued letting out cries of extreme pain and agony. Your body had after all been treated like total garbage since you were kidnapped.

He began to whisper to himself insanely. "Just scream. That's a girl- that's a girl!" You were seeing his insanity almost to the max and you didn't know how to handle yourself.

He stood up and pushed the trolly to the other side of the room insanely. All the gadgets went flying. "That's enough of that. I think all this plastic surgery stuff is one big quack anyways." He began. "I didn't get any plastic surgery. And look how good I turned out." He said tilting his head mimicking how he got his scars with his tongue.

You fell onto your backside, trying to back track, until you found yourself propped up against the wall. "I never did get to see you smile you know? Not once. And now...Now that you have that magnificent cut on your mouth, well; me and you are two of a kind." He closed in on you, and bent down, pulling you up to his level from your arms. You could feel his finger tips digging in to your flesh.

He pushed you up against the wall, his hands coming down from you, and his chest began to push against yours keeping you up. It was difficult to breath, and you struggled to move at. You tried to balance on your one working foot. "Smile. Common. I want to see it." He said placing his hands at the sides of your face. His breathing became more controlled in a violent fashion. "SMILE!" He yelled out.

You began to cry again, this time out of utter confusion. The joker threw so many emotions at you at once, you never knew what to do. If this is how he treated all his prisoners...Then you were beginning to feel sorry for each and every one of them.

He slammed his right hand hard against the wall right next to your face. You let out a peep of fear. He actually made the concrete quiver, which made you ever nervous about what he could do to a human skull upon impact.

Then just as strange as before his mood changed again. Back to a relaxed fashion. "You know, when you had that knife in your hand earlier, pressing it against my neck." You rolled your eyes in disgust, as he leaned in next to your ear. "I L O V E D it." He said annunciating the word. "Why not do it again. Common, hit me, hit me. I want you to. Hit me, hit me." He began to whisper in your ear over and over again. You wanted to break away from his as his hot breath travelled down your ears and neck.

You bodily tension built up, whether it was for or against your chances you would never know.

You used your knee on the foot with the damaged ankle to knee him in the groin as hard as you could. You other leg acting as a balance. He tilted back slightly, but not by much. His body was a powerhouse. Unmovable. But the pain he felt was relevant. As he hunched over slightly and let out a cry of pain.

"Oh!...A Little fight in you..." He began still hunched over. Then once he gained his poise again, he spoke once more, "I like that." He finished pushing back onto you, this time with more force.

'Damn it...I barely hurt him at all...' You thought. "Or worse, I did hurt him...And he liked it...'

You struggled against him slightly, but it was no good. His hold was absolute. He placed his hands back to the sides of your face looking you up and down. "You know it's a shame...I bet those lips were a diamond dozen before I got to them..." He said checking out your face over and over again.

You were getting increasingly uncomfortable with his eyes looking onto you. Every time his traced your face you wanted to run away and die.

Suddenly you felt a tug and your face where the jokers hands were, and in less than a millisecond the joker had crashed his lips onto yours forcefully.

It was not enjoyable, but rather alarming. Your eyes went wide open in panic and concern. You began to struggle but he held you down even tighter then you had ever felt before. It was like rapping you through the mouth, and every second was more painful than the last. He kissed you roughly, with no concern for your feelings at all. His tongue began to trance your lips, demanding entry- but you would not allow it. Then, you felt a hard nibble at your lower lips, scorching the cut you had gotten earlier. You opened your mouth to scream as a normal reflex, and he seized his chance to plunge his tongue into you.

It was choppy, and poorly rehurst. Brute strength alone kept his hold on you. You could not explain the feeling of trying to yell and cry out, but having it all blocked by another's imprisoning bind around your lips.

He licked you once, across your lips, with a perfect mix of hunger and lust, and you cried out in revolt. Then he continued kissing you for a few more seconds, roughly and without remorse. He pulled away taking in a large breath through his nose upon exiting. He cracked his neck brutally and looked down at you from the bottom of his eyes. "Now I see why those Italians kept you around." He said taking in the kiss he had just given you. Your expression was wide with fear and disgust. You spat to the floor multiple times, and he pulled your face back towards his. "Please tell me it was as good for you as it was for me." He taunted you unfailingly. He swallowed, still trying to catch his breath. "You might want to get that..." He said touching his glove to the side of your face in a fake caring manor. He was implying about the red and white makeup that was undoubtedly all over your face. He reached for it, and you turned your face away scared. You were traumatized by his movements. Everything he did made no sense. One minute he was kicking you in the spine, and the next, kissing you hungrily.

You propped your hands against his chest, trying your best to make him keep his distance.

The sound of a door opening could be herd from across the room, and both you and the joker looked over. "WHAT!?" He yelled out angrily. "This had BETTER BE GOOD!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. You could feel the vibration of his vocal cords in each word he spoke.

"Yes sir Mr. J, sir. It's Gambol. He's at the front with at least 3 other guys. He says he's not gonna' talk to anyone but you." The guy finished.

The joker rolled his eyes and looked back to you. "Mobsters." He said shaking his head and sounding bored. "They can't seem to get enough of me." He said, gently touching the side of your neck with his index finger. You shuttered in disgust. "I think it's time for a field trip hot legs." He began, addressing you in one of his many pet names that he had arranged. "You've dealt with Gambol before (you had dealt with him before through the italian mob). Let's just see if he remembers you." He said grabbing you painfully by the arm and dragging you along with him. Forcing you to hop the entire way.

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