Hey guys!!! Long time no talk! As I have told inquirers, school has gotten in the way of my stories and I promised everyone that the next installment would be out over the christmas break- HOWEVER, my university has gone on strike. So I have received some time to work. Therefore, it is my pleasure to release to all of you the much awaited next installment of "Sympathy for the Devil"
Thank you guys so much for your patience! You guys make it all worth it! ^_^
He turned back around to Gamble and placed his hand tightly around his left ear, pulling it hard. Gambol let out a loud painful scream as the joker literally forced him from his stupor by pulling him roughly. His legs were not bound so he could easily stagger as the joker pulling him in any direction he chose.
The Joker pulled him over to a door that was just a few meter away, pushing him into it.
Gambol only staggered a few steps, then turned around immediately apparently not ready to give up the fight. The joker stood there, and grasped the doorway with both hands using it as leverage, then he lifted his right foot and plunged it deep into Gambol's gut. You could hear the blood wrenching sound. And Gambol flew back into the room. Moments later you herd the sound of forced vomiting.
You closed your eyes and tried to ignore it. It was all happening so fast, moments ago you were contemplating a possible escape, and now...You were back where you started, listening to the please of a bound man drowned in vomit.
SLAM
You looked over to you right immediately, darting to the brick wall and clinging to it tightly. You watched as five of the Jokers men all burst in still carrying their guns. They saw you immediately, and did not seem to take much interest, except for one...A voice that you found to be most familiar.
"You again..." Said the voice menacingly, you knew him as the man you had kicked back at your establishment, just before you were abducted. 'I guess he made his way back here...' You thought to yourself, remaining completely alarmed. He made his way towards you, walking in an almost running fashion, while the others just seemed to lag behind, not knowing, or even wanting to advance. "I should kill you right here, right now you bitch!" He said now beginning to run in your direction.
What could you do? You could not run, your ankle was still a useless appendage, and even if you could run, he had a gun in hand. He made his way to you and grabbed your arm violently.
POW.
You winced. The sound of a gunshot echoed through the room like a bomb had just gone off. The room itself was like a big wear house, and sounds bounced off of everything to easily. You covered your ears only to realize that you arm was no longer in a tight grip by him.
You opened your eyes, and what you saw could not bring you more horror. The gunshot had not been a mere ploy to get everyones attention or to silence everyone, no...It was a shot to kill.
The man stood there in front of you still, blood dripping from the bottom of his foolish clown mask, sending chills all the way up your spine. You screamed once...Loudly. making even your own ears cringe. Vomiting sounded like the perfect remedy.
"People never seem to learn. You tell them once to keep their hands to themselves and they just keep on coming." Startled again you looked to your immediate left. The joker had apparently emerged out of the room and stood there still gripping the handle. His hand was still on the trigger though the gun was now rested o his shoulder pointing upwards. "The rest of you- pick- that- up." He said referring to the head body, looking at them while annunciating his words. "And you..." He said throwing the gun to the floor, "You're coming with me...." He said in a manor that was quite bone chilling to say the least. He was striding towards you with power and authority, and once he reached you, you immediately flinched out of instinct.
"Hey- hey, come here." He said trying to grasp your arm tightly, but missing a few times.
"Please!" You called out under your breath. Why, you had no real reason...It never helped...
"Please, please, please, thats all I ever get out of you. You know I love a women who's not afraid to speak her mind." He said licking his lips and then laughing. He began to walk dragging you as violently as he always did, paying no attention at all to the fact that you could not properly walk.
Eventually, he dragged you into a room down the hall and threw you in violently. You landed on the ground on your back hitting the back of your head. It was painful and it shook your brain into your skull excruciatingly.
You grasped your head and let out a cry of pain. Before you could stabilize yourself you could feel your wrists having a large amount of pressure being put onto it. You opened your eyes, and what you saw made you think of nothing but getting away.
You opened your eyes slowly and looked into a pair of piercing dark eyes glaring back at you. As the joker stared you down you opened your eyes to their full extent, realized that he had you by both wrists pinned to the floor. You also noticed that he was looking at you from upside down.
"Alright I'm thinking....Answers..." He said to himself smacking his lips only inches away from your face.
"Answers? What are you talking about?" You said struggling under the weight of his body concentrated into your wrists.
"The way you threw yourself at him." He said in a raspy voice. "You know, 'too hungry for what I got'." He mimicked your exact words towards Gambol earlier mercilessly.
You instantly went on the defense, frightened by his observation and deathly curious to know what he was getting at by bring it up...
"No, it was-" You stuttered, beginning a lie that you knew you could never carry off.
"Tell me Patricia, what is it that you got that's soooo interesting?" He asked you in a sinister fashion, a smile creepily stretching across his face.
You swallowed, rolling your eyes to the back of his head, just thinking of where he was going with this made you sick. "Tick tock." He said leaning in closer to your face, his hot breath on your skin.
You let out a moan of displeasure and began to get under your breath. "It was nothing, nothing, Please- I swear, it was nothing, just leave me alone..." you pleaded in a weak whisper just under your breath.
You sat there for a few seconds, closing your eyes tight anticipating the biggest kick, slap, or punch you have ever felt...
You waited...Wincing like you had never done before. Whether it be pain or verbal abuse..Nothing came...You could feel your wrists feeling freer and freer with every passing moment. Suddenly, you felt nothing, complete comfort over your body. The sudden shock of NOT being hit caused your eyes to open right away.
There he was, off of your wrists, kneeling right over you. You could see him starring at you maniacally, frighteningly...His glare turning down onto you- trying to eat away at you as though he had the power in his eyes alone.
You swallowed yet again, your throat now dry from fear and lack of beverages. You placed your arms on either side of your body and slowly dragged yourself along the floor slowly, trying to slink away. He allowed you to slink about a meter away when you sat up, in on awkward motion.
"So, it's Gamble you want, hrmm?" He said tilting his head backwards a little and looking at you from the bottom of his eyes cockily. You didn't speak. "Then what are you waiting for?" He said holding out his arms...Almost as though he wanted....an embrace of some kind.
You shook your head, "I- I don't get it." You said once, in a mix of frustration and exhaustion.
"You want Gamble, and I'll take you to him. Not a big deal really." He began, letting his hands come from extending out to reaching across the way to grab you. This time it was not rough, be certainly forceful.
"What's your angle?" You asked him as you struggled against his grasp to no success. He pulled you up to him, both of you still on your knees. He held your wrists and arms together as one, so that you were bound by his grasp.
"No angle, just a straight line." He joked, though neither of your laughed. "I'll bring you to him no problem. And then, the both of you can get the hell out of here. Which is what you want riiiiiight?" He spoke to you in a mocking fashion, like an adult to a child. all while looking deeply into your eyes from the top of his. He was daft for certain. You knew exactly what he was talking about, he was going to let both you and Gamble for for free. But you knew better. You were doing nothing but wondering...At what cost?
He began to laugh in the back of his throat, baring his horrible array of teeth, "I knew you were a smart one, you want to know the catch." He said still chuckling to himself as you continued to struggle against him.
It was quiet between the two of you for a few seconds and you continued to struggle. Soon, you broke.
"WELL?! What is it?!" You asked slightly irritated.
He brought you closer to him, much closer, so that your noses were practically touching. He began to speak, under his breath, and with the same demonic heir he had. "I want another taste..."
You immediately knew what he meant. He wanted to kiss you again. You let out a cry of defeat. You knew that you could not refuse, you had to- it was the only way out. And what's more, Gamble (though you did not much care for him) had a life at steak too. Your cooperation alone would secure two lives.
You shook your head and wanted to cry- but it seemed that there were none left. 'I have to do this...GOD BUT I DON'T WANT TO!... I'll be dreaming of this shit for like, 50 years or something!" You cried within yourself, all the while emitting cries of pain and torment.
Finally, you had reached your sully conclusion, "WILL YOU JUST FUCKING DO IT ALREADY!" You said in a loud tone, which came out much more like a burst of uncontrolled crying than anger. You had given up, and it sounded that way...
He laughed again, "Just when I think your a step ahead, you come crashing right back down." He mocked you, "I'm not going to do it babe. You are." He finished letting your wrists go and throwing you onto the ground, hard.
You let out a cry of moderate pain, and contemplated what he had just said. You could not manage to figure him out, 'what the hell does me mean now?' you whined in your head. 'Unless...' You began to think... When he cut you off again.
"I want it like you mean it." He said a quaint smirk appearing on his face. "And don't skip any of the dirty details. I want a bit of tongue." He finished licking the sids of his mouth creepily.
You sat there, completely unattached. 'What the fuck is this guys problem!' You thought frantically. "the only reason I let hi out his grimy mitts on me before was because it was off guard, and he held me down. I don't think I could stomach kissing his pathetic self with out any....force..' You rationed with yourself.
"Let's go toots we haven't got all day." He said bucking his cufflinks, like this whole affair was totally worth nothing to him. Which it probably wasn't. He just wanted to see you squirm as it were.
You didn't move still trying to stomach the idea. And in the seconds you took he began inpatient. "Alright, lets try something else than. Do it now, or I'm going into the next room and blowing his head off." He paused and leaned forward. "And guess what bella, it's a two for one deal, it's either you both leave, or none of your leave...Sale ends in five..." He began to count down from five, and you could no longer afford the luxury of time. You had to act. Give it to him. And make it a hell of a performance.
"Four..." He continued. You sat up off the floor and crawled over to him with the utmost haste. You stood up on your knees from your crawling stupor and pressed yourself onto his chest, your face mangled with disgust from having to soon, very soon press your lips onto his.
Suddenly he wrapped his arms around your body tightly, literally taking your breath away. You let out a cry of pain, your ribs still hurting from previous incidence.
"Three..." He said again shaking his head and mocking you.
It was time to swallow your pride and let it all go. 'Just do it...do it, once, for a few seconds, and it'll all be over...' You thought.
"Two..." And with not a moments hesitation, two apparently being the magic word, you crashed your lips onto his forcefully. It was not pleasant, not did it exhibit any kind of wonderful acting like you were supposed to be displaying. It was rough, and ridged, your lips unmoving and still. But the promise he had extended onto you was binding, for we was not about to make it so easy. Slowly you could feel his hands moving up and down your spine (much your your shuddering dismay).
You struggled but he continued, now beginning to move his mouth mercilessly. You pulled away as soon as you could feel his movements, your lips breaking apart.
He looked down at your from the bottom of his black eyes, cracking his neck from side to side in a chilling fashion, "I think we both know you're going to have to do better than that babe." You swallowed hard and did not answer. "No?" He said, taking your silence as disobedience. "You're call." He said releasing you and standing up. No pain in-tailed. Your froze, it was all to easy. He began to to adjust his tie shaking his neck slightly to make it perfect. and there you were confused as you always were when the joker spoke to you, 'is he just letting me g-'
"Take your clothes off." He said at once, shaking his sleeves and altering his vest from the bunching it did whilst he was on the floor. "All of them." He said again no looking at you, but straight ahead into nothingness, with little to no real emotion in his voice. It was a plane and airy order, like he was asking for something as simple as the score of the Mets game.
Your heart grew not faster, but slower. Practically at a complete halt. Your breathing, non existent.
I hope it was worth the wait guys feel free to message at any time. Now, please keep in mind that the next installment won't be out for a while. Th next one will most likely be out during the REAL christmas break. lol Peace!