Polly was upstairs again.
Her naked body was covered with the Joker's purple coat and a short skirt. She was sitting on the floor while the Joker sat in a chair stroking her hair, like she was an animal. The blue eyed man or Johnny as the Joker called him, was in his room making something. Polly didn't know the details and she didn't care.
Joker bought her a make up kit, and told her to look really pretty for today. When she looked in the cracked mirror to put on her make up she noticed how skinny she had become. She looked like one of those coked out models with their pretty eyes painted black. She choose a little foundation to cover up the bruises and black eyeliner with purple eye shadow to match the coat. She combed her tangled hair gently nearly breaking the fine tooth comb in the process, and now she was sitting on the floor next to a psychopathic clown biting back the shakes in her body.
"Does Polly wanna dance?" he purred curling strands of her hair between his fingers. She didn't respond she waited for him to make the decision for her. All the fight had been beaten out of her several weeks ago.
His now bare pale fingers turned the knob on the radio until he found a song he liked. She didn't know what the song was but she got up to begin dancing to it. A woman's voice appeared on the radio.
'I fuck you because you're famous.'Polly swayed her hips to the beat, she knew if she faked it he would tell and there would be another beating. She imagined herself dancing in her room far away from this place.
'I fuck you for your money.'
She ran her fingers through her hair and curling it between her thin fingers.
'I fuck you to control you.'
Polly could tell the clown had never seen a woman wear his clothes before. She remembered a movie poster, where a young girl was sucking on a lollipop. The movies name was Lolita. She imitated this by sucking on her thumb. She saw the left side of his scar twitch.
'I fuck you so someday I can have half of everything you own.
I fuck you to fuck you over.'
She moved her hips a little faster matching the soft beat. She dragged her fingers up and down her stomach.
'I fuck you 'til I find someone better.
I fuck you in secret.
I fuck you because I can't remember if I already fucked you before.
I fuck you out of boredom.'
She closed the coat so he couldn't see her body, then opened it again so he could see the outline of her breast and her pretruding ribs.
'I fuck you because I can't feel it anyway.
I fuck you to make the pain go away.'
His dark eyes ran to her feet and up her legs to her thighs. Polly should've been afraid but she wasn't. At least not on the outside. She had to do this for another day or even another hour of survival. The woman's voice left and a man's voice replaced it. Polly leaned forward both of her hands resting on the arms of the chair that he was sitting in.
'Fuck you because I loved you.'
Fuck you for loving you too.
I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do.
Fuck you because I loved you.
Fuck you for loving you too.
I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do.
She ran her fingers through his greasy locks, disgusted that he enjoyed it. The woman's voice returned back into the music.
'I fuck you so I can feel something instead of nothing at all.
I fuck you because you are beautiful.'
She sat on his lap her face close to his. She could even smell the make up and the gasoline that lined his clothes. She wanted to vomit from the stench.
'I fuck you because I am your whore.'
Their lips were practically touching.
'I fuck you because you are a whore.'
She could feel the scar on his bottom lip against her dry ones.
'I fuck you for fun.'
She tried to convince herself that it was her lover, it almost worked.
'I fuck you because I can.'
She had to do this. She pushed her lips against his, and his hands were on her waist.
'I fuck you so I have a place to stay.'
In the past weeks maybe more this was the proudest she had been of herself. She had seduced him. She thought of all the ways she could use this to obtain her freedom.
'I fuck you so you'll protect me.'
He pulled away from her and said in her ear gently. "You thought you had me, bitch." He pushed her off his lap and he punched her hard in the face. Just as she fell to the ground as she heard the man's voice on the radio say.
'Fuck you because I loved you.
Fuck you for loving me too.
I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do.'
Blood fell from her nose as he hit her over and over. She took the blows, and even though she kicked and scratched she just couldn't hit him. One last punch caused her world to spin and she couldn't fight anymore. Blood was falling from her mouth, and her vision turned black.
'I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do.'