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Destini awoke in serious discomfort; her head was throbbing, her chest felt tight, and her eyes hurt from the light that was shinning in them. She never woke up feeling groggily but this was different, she felt like she had been smacked by a house. She took a deep breath and rubbed her chest shifting in the bed slightly, she was still in the dress from the previous night and it was not wonderful to sleep it.

Her eyes snapped open now fully awake remembering last night, she looked down at the blankets and she relaxed. They were the pink and green bunny blankets and she smiled feeling foolish, "what a dream." She mumbled kicking her feet out from under the covers and putting her feet in the spot where her Hello Kitty slippers usually were. When she didn't feel the cushy comfort she looked down and saw hardwood flooring instead of her pink cushy carpet. She finally looked at the room she was in and she felt her heart drop.

It wasn't her room. "What the—" she stood up and walked in a circle trying to sort out where she was, her head was just screaming at her, she touched the back of it and remembered being hit. "No…"

"Oh, yes." A rough voice said from a dark corner in the room. She spun around to see who it was and all the events of last night filled her head again as if she was reliving it. The Joker.

"I told you not to run." He said a frown on his brows like he was contemplating something. He approached her watching as she backed away. "I could have sworn I told you not to, do you remember that?" he asked grabbing her by her shoulders and shaking her. He laughed.

She just watched him and nodded lightly.

"So…I'm assuming you want to die?" he questioned assuming she wouldn't have run if she didn't want to die.



She didn't say anything.

"Answer me!" he yelled out squeezing her shoulders.

She whimpered and started to descend towards the floor to get into her protective ball position but he kept her up. "Look girly, the yelling stops when you open that pretty mouth of yours." He said in a loud tone, he didn't like being ignored especially by cowards. Though he knew she was probably repulsed by his scars and didn't want to look at him nor speak to him, but when he said speak he expected just that to happen.

When she still remained quiet he pushed her into a corner in the room and towered over her, "you are going to answer me whether you like it or not!" he laughed insanely as she slammed into the wall.

He grabbed her shoulders as she started to go the floor again and he pushed her again and she whimpered, she looked up at him and saw him with his hand raised in the air as if he would strike her and her brain flashed images of her father.

"No! Daddy stop please, I'll be a good girl!" she cried out covering her face and shaking.

The Joker stopped and stared down at her a smile playing on his lips, "stand up." He commanded though his voice wasn't loud or cruel, just a voice.

Destini looked at him and stared for a moment before standing but she cowered away from him.

"Your father…what kind of man was he?" he asked placing his hand on her cheek he stared deep into her eyes waiting for her to answer.

She didn't want him to keep yelling, "I don't know, he was angry." She said hugging herself to keep space between them. He smirked and moved closer pressing his body against hers, he placed his mouth 

near her neck and she flinched away and tried to move away, "stop—please." She didn't want him that close to her.

He didn't move but he didn't go on with what he was doing, "and your mother?" he asked now moving his face to look at her and watch her become disgusted at the sight.

She looked at him and blinked a few times looking at the scars on his cheeks. She looked in his eyes than back at them; she moved her hand up slowly and moved it towards his face.

He stared at her the smile on his lips fading and he had a more thoughtful expression on his face though his eyes were still caring dark emotions. He let her hand near his face and trace over the scars, was she not utterly horror-struck by his hideous scars? He almost closed his eyes at how soft her touch was, no one ever got to touch him like this for more than one reason, one being he would kill them before they got that close and another being…no body ever wanted to.

She let out a shaky breath relaxing a bit, Destini was the kind of person that could see the good in everyone but for him…she would have to really open her eyes but since he hadn't killed her yet she didn't want to think of him as the worst person ever. He hadn't done anything to her except torment her but she was use to that thanks to her father. She knew of all the terrible things he had done, because of the news, but she still didn't know him. Killer or not it was against "The Rules of Destini" to not give everyone a chance.

He finally snapped from his thoughts and grabbed her hand and pushed it against the wall above her head and did the same with the other hand. He licked his lips and put the smirk back on his face, "I asked about your mother." He said back in his more ruthless voice.

"She was a druggie," she stated trying to pull her wrists from his grip.

"Ooh, that sounds like a loving family." He stated laughing. He licked his lips, "Tell me, how did you and dear old daddy bond?" he asked keeping her pinned where she was, she wasn't exactly the strongest of girls so it didn't take a whole lot of effort.



Destini looked away and shook her head, "don't ask me about my past, it has no relevance to now." She said putting more effort into getting out of his grip only causing him to laugh at her.

"The past has everything to do with now." He said pulling her from the corner and pushing her on the bed. She fell back and crawled away from him on the wrinkled sheets.

"Not mine." She said watching him get on the bed as well crawling over her straddling her hips to keep her down. He felt her tense completely and her become uncomfortable, shifting about and her face becoming red. He laughed again, oh this girl! She gave him so much to laugh about and if he didn't kill her she would surely kill him from laughter.

He leaned down putting his hands on either side of her and whispered in her ear, "I want to know all about it." He said breathing in her ear. He felt her shiver and gasp and he smiled.

"There is nothing to tell, I grew up, I graduated, I moved out. My dad and I didn't get along big whoop a lot of people don't get along with their dads." She said turning her head away from him.

"You called me daddy." He stated wanting to know why. "Stop avoiding my questions or soon your face will look like mine." He stated pulling out a knife and pressing it to her cheeks. "By the way girly, what might your name be?" he asked running the tip of the blade down her neck to her chest though not hard enough to hurt her.

"I didn't mean to say that, you were going to hit me and…my dad abused me…" she stated clenching her jaw. "It's Destini." She stated watching him move above her. She felt him pushing her skirt up and she struggled against him but he put the knife to her neck, "I love it when your squirm, makes me just itch to sink my knife into your skin." He said running his hand up her thigh until he felt her flinch and wince. Frowning at the fact he didn't even hurt her and opened her legs and examined her inner thigh.

"Hey! Stop that!" she said trying to close her legs and pull her dress down but stopped when he touched her cuts from last night, "ow! Stop." She said irritated. He laughed, "why on Earth would you cut your pretty skin?" he asked leaning forward and licking against the cut, her body shivered and her breath got caught in her throat and she gripped the blankets. He licked his lips and watched her react to something so small.

"I don't cut myself." She lied looking up at him.

He laughed, "oh, oh, than please explain why every limb of yours is scarred up?" he asked touching her exposed arms and holding them down by her head. "Hmm? What makes you do it?" he asked nipping at her shoulder lightly.

She didn't say anything and he frowned, "I asked you a question!" he yelled.

She flinched went to cover her ears but he had her arms pinned down, "I get frustrated!" she said closing her eyes. "I-I don't have anyone to talk to about what I'm feeling and it just builds up to the point where I have to let it out some how and it ends up being physically." She stated quickly. She had never told anyone that, but with a murderous man above her she didn't want to disobey him to much.

He ran his finger down her body feeling her shiver as he did; he found his way between her legs and smiled pressing his thumb against her. She sat up slightly and pulled away from him, "stop!!" she screamed twisting from him trying to get away. 'He touched me! What the hell is wrong with him? I didn't give him permission to do anything like that!' Destini had never had a boyfriend regardless of how pretty she was and with no boyfriend that meant no anything, no kisses, messing around, or sex. She was quite the virgin and a tad naïve at times.

The Joker laughed excitedly and moved his hand away from between her legs, "you're quite responsive, has a man ever touched you before, Destini." He said putting emphasis on her name which made her cringe. "Huh?"

She shook her head at him and bit her lip uncomfortable in the position they were in and as if he had read her mind he got up from the bed and pulled her dress down. "Do you know what this means than?" he asked his back to her.

"No."

He laughed. "You belong to me." He said looking back at her a grin on his wicked face.

Her heart sunk to her stomach. "I don't belong to anyone." She said sitting up on the bed.

"You will soon. You can count on that." He said walking to the door. "I have places to be so stay in here or it's off with your head." He said with a shrill laughter and the door closed.

Destini stared at the door and put her face in her hands and cried. What was she going to do?

((Darn it all. I don't like this one either, eerrrrr. Super mega baby punch!! I refuse to get writers block! I refuse xD!. Any feedback on what to do with future chapters would be appreciated loves :D. So I'll be typing up chapter five now so I hope you enjoyed this one…))