Chapter 7

A tiny speckle of sun rays hit her eyes as she sat up. She looked around at the empty room, then to her hands which were not handcuffed surprisingly. All the events of last night came tumbling into her head. Her whole body went tense as she pictured last night, being in the same bed as the Joker; Snuggled up against him, and although it was not as uncomfortable as she would have thought, she hated it.

She wished she wasn't still in his room.

She still thought in the back of her mind that one of these days she would wake up and see it was all a dream.

She peered over at the bathroom door and saw it was shut and a line of light was pouring out of the bottom of the door suggesting the Joker was currently in there.

I'm going to freaking kill you. She thought as she saw shadows under the door.

She rubbed her eyes, and examined her leg which was still in a lot of pain. The cut from yesterday had dry blood staining the whole back of her upper leg. She could see the cut due to the fact her jeans were ripped in that spot from when the wood entered her. The gash looked unhealthy and evil in her eyes, and the more she stared at it the more she felt her heart sink.

Nichole had a dreamless sleep.

This was very rare for her.

She figured all the fear and exhaustion made her mind shut down and take a break. But this was a very good thing, for if she did have a dream it would have been a nightmare, which would have caused her to spring up in her sleep fearfully. She would hate to have to explain to the Joker what she was doing, as he would take it as an opurtunity to mess with her more than he already had.

Even at that he would most likely grow angry from being disturbed.

She heard a sound a realized the bathroom door opened, causing Nichole to jump in her spot. He stood there leaning in the threshold of the door, arms crossed grinning. His makeup was still off, but his whole outfit and his hair was in his Joker costume. "Well, well, well someone likes to sleep in late-tah."

He talks so odd! Nichole thought absently.

"What time is it?" She asked. She surprised herself that she could actually speak a complete sentence to the Joker without stuttering or breathing heavily. She guessed it was the fact she was always a little out of it in the mornings.

She really hadn't meant to ask the time. It was just the first thing that popped into her head that wasn't going to be something she would say to cause him to smack her.

He checked his watch less wrist. "Time to uh get up..." He walked over grabbing her arm forcefully and yanked her upward so she stood up. As she put her weight on her left leg she felt a searing pain go through her. She tried to walk forward, but fell forward, almost crashing into the ground when an arm came around her waist and brought her back up.

The Joker laughed standing her up straight again, then placed his hand on his chin. "I know you falling for me bea-uuuuu-tiful but..." He grinned, then sighed. "You break waaay to easily."

She limped backwards.

She may have gotten used to his look and many things he says, but she was not used to being so close to him. She has a personal bubble, and he has invaded it one too many times. The complete aura he gave off frightened her and the smell he gave off was enough to clog her nose. It was as if he never showered and rolled around in mud all the time.

He licked his as he took a step forward. "You know...you are uh fascinating when you sleep. The things you talk about in your sleep. Very... in-ter-rest-ting indeed."

Oh god! I didn't have a dreamless sleep! Fuck! She panicked.

Nichole choked on her breath. As a little girl she had always talked in her sleep, mainly whatever she dreamed about would be the things she talked about. One time she even woke up her mother and father, when she was screaming about mutant frogs coming to eat her. She thought she had outgrown that habit, but if the Joker was mentioning it now, she knew he was not lying.

He walked behind her and sat in his desk chair turning it so it faced Nichole. "You mentioned...my name a few times." Her cheeks began to stain red.

Oh great he's feeling cocky since I said his name in my sleep! I am so lucky though I did not remember whatever i was dreaming. It must have been a nightmare. Nichole thought.

"So what were you dreaming about? Little ole me? I feel honored. You kept saying my name-" He changed his tone of voice and mimicked Nichole's voice. "Joker! Joker! Joooo-ker" His eyes grew intense, his voice returning to its old creepy tone. "I thought you were awake, wanting something from me. But I looked down and saw you shaking and whimpering. It was hilarious. I'm surprised I didn't wake you with my laughter."

He swayed back in forth in the chair he sat on before, he chuckled spreading his arms out wanting Nichole to come and sit on his lap. She shook her head, utterly refusing to give him what he wanted. If she sat on his lap, he would have complete control over her.

Not that he already did though.

His face twisted into a glare as he reached into his pocket slowly lingering to see if Nichole would get the message across. He didn't even have time to pull out his steel little friend before Nichole half ran to the Joker in his chair and sat down on his lap.

He patted her head. "Wise choice."

He took hold of her legs roughly and shifted her body so she was laying across him; her legs dangling off to one side of him. He made her sit up straight on him, one hand on her upper thigh, with his knife in that hand (the tip of the blade pressing into her leg) and his other arm wrapped around her back with his hand placed on her shoulder pressing her against him tightly.

She felt very awkward and nervous to be this close to him yet again. Her widened eyes stared into his two dark orbs.

Please...Lord protect me. She pleaded in her mind.

He grinned at her. "Care to put on my makeup for me?" He pointed to the desk next to them. Three containers laid on it, each containing red, white and black.

OH HELL NO!

She didn't want to be on his lap right now. She didn't want to be breathing the air as him. And she certainly did not want to be touching his face. Removing his makeup was easy, a towel seperated her fingers from his skin, but applying makeup requires a lot of touching. Something the Joker knew would make Nichole be frightened.

Nichole was also still in shock from last night's ordeal. The Joker kissing her was the straw that broke the camel's back, and now she was absolutely fearful of him and everything he did. Even if he made a simple movement, it would cause her to jump fearing he'd slap her or worse...touch her again.

Never in her life did she feel more appalled.

At this point she noticed the only thing missing in his outfit, besides his makeup of course, was his gloves.

She sighed seeing no point in making him mad by saying no, and reached over taking the three containers and placing them on her lap. She turned her upper torso towards him, so she could reach the Joker's face without difficulty. He was smiling, enjoying this all the way. The look in her eyes, the scared out of her mind and yet the wanting to be brave and stay strong; it made him laugh on the inside.

She opened one of the containers.

Black.

Starting with the eyes she guessed.

She rubbed two of her fingers into the black mixture and then looked up at him. She was going to cover up the human in him.

She bit her lip.

Stop shaking Nichole stop! She told herself. Be strong!

He winked and closed his eyes as she rubbed the black on his eyelids and under his eyes. She noticed how warm his face was and how smooth his skin was. Maybe he did take showers? She finished making his black circles and rubbed the extra black on her fingers on her pant leg. Paint smears on her pants did not matter at this point.

Blood was soaking them already.

It held white. She used all four fingers for this one. She spread the white on his face, trying to get it done and over with quickly so she could get away from him. She wondered how the Joker looks when he applys his makeup. Fearing she was doing it wrong, she slowed her pace down a tad trying to make it look perfect in her eyes.

The snow white mixture covered half his face before he opened his eyes once more. The black makeup by his eyes did make him look more intense and dangerous.

"Having fun?" He licked his lips. Clearly he was having fun.

"...Am I doing it right?" She asked. "I mean what if I don't make it exactly right?"

He rolled his eyes. "Do I look like I care?" He asked irritation starting to rise in his voice.

"Well I just. Don't want you to go look in the mirror and hate what you see. And have to do it over." She explained, her voice shaky-ish as she finished all the white on his face. Her face blushed scarlet after she finished her sentence, feeling as if she sounded very stupid to him.

"It be pretty hard to hate what I see in the mirror. I mean look at me!" He laughed, slicking back his hair with one hand licking his lips. Nichole moved on to the final container, holding the red makeup. The one she was dreading. She would have to touch his scars again. Last time she did yesterday, she was in a daze and completely overtaken by them.

She unscrewed the red container's cap and put only one finger in it. She looked up at him. He was smirking the widest she ever saw. She slowly raised her hand up inches from his lips.

"Go on. I uh won't bite......This time-mah." He whispered excitingly.

She pressed her finger lightly into his lip and spread the red across his upper and bottom lip. As she got more red paint she heard him smack his lips together. She reached up and now ran her finger across his scar. She didn't know what came over her, but she became lost in his scars.

They told a story. A scary one at that. They were so uneven.

So ugly.

So rigid.

So gruesome.

And yet they completed him. His scars would haunt her mind forever, as they were the thing about him that stuck out the most. Whenever she would think of him, the first thing that would come to mind were his scars. Then his eyes, as they were the second most scary thing about him.

She darted her finger over to the other scar. She could see they lifted up slightly, meaning the Joker was smiling. He was watching her eyes. He could tell she was intrigued by his scars. For those few moments she forgot where she was and who she was touching. All her focus was on his scars. She wondered if she was the only person to ever to touch his scars like this and still be alive to tell the tale. The scars frightened her and she caught her breath as she looked at them. She then wiped her finger on her pant leg and ran her eyes over her paint job. She did a pretty nice job in her eyes. His white makeup was a bit uneven toned, here and there it was more blotchy, but it didn't matter.

She leaned over and placed the containers over on the desk, before sitting up straight again in his lap.

"Your all set." She said, finally taking a breath in as she had been holding it the entire time fearing he would laugh at how nervous she was.

He picked up something off the desk, she realized it was a mirror. He put a hand to his cheek tilting his head side to side criticizing her work. He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

"Not a bad job. But unfortunately, it looks to..." He looked at the ceiling searching for the right word. "Neat. It looks too well done. I need to fix it."

She rubbed her fingers together, staring down at them to avoid eye contact with him. "Sorry."

He grinned. "Oh don't be...because the prob-bo-lem can be fixed...soooo...easily."

She looked up at him, about to ask what he meant, when he leaned in and kissed her on the lips lightly, then began to pick up with some force. He bit down on her lip slightly, taking in her flavor. Nichole squirmed uncomfortable in his lap wanting him to stop.

She suddenly felt the hand that was originally on her leg move upwards and land on her left breast.

He squeezed down, and she let out a scream in his mouth.

He's going further than yesterday! Oh fuck!

The Joker sucked on her bottom lip, nibbling it, until at last he shoved his tongue down her throat and Nichole's body froze in place. Her heart stopped and then picked up double time as his hand slid down her body till it was on her jean's button trying to get it undone.

The Joker didn't know what came over him. He was going to wait to do all this later, after all he had to meet with the mob in a half hour. He doesn't have time to do the complete "job" on Nichole at this moment and he doesn't want to jeopardize his whole plan for some stupid woman, that he just wants to mess with for a short time then dispose of. But he guessed he could at least try her out a little bit, before his meeting. He just has to try and control himself and not let things get too far out of hand.

He finally was able to get it undone and then unzipped her pant as well, his fingers began to snake downwards into her pants and she felt his fingertips start to lift her undergarments so he could shove his whole hand under them.

It was at that moment, her mind turned back on. She let out a scream, it was muffled from his tongue being shoved into her mouth, but never the less it could still be heard. She was about to thrash her arms at his face, until she felt the oh too familiar steel blade being pressed into her neck, by the arm that was wrapped around her back and pressed her into him.

He leaned back for a second. "Stop screaming. Your just wasting your voice-sah." He hissed into her ear.

She felt his hand graze over her womenhood as he kissed at her ear, placing his tongue around it, making his way back to her neck. Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest; her face blushing.

She had never been touched in such a volient and unwanted manner like this and she didn't like it at all.

The Joker then took his pointer finger and attempted to insert inside of her, but she quickly moved her hips away, causing his hand to shake.

He sighed and brought his mouth to her ear once more. "Are we going to have to do this the hard way or the easy way? It is your choice." He pressed the knife into the side of her neck, near the bite he had created last night.

Her screams were in her throat, but were heard clearly and echoed in the room.

He was able to then finally take his finger and jammed it inside of her twirling it around roughly.

Her whole body tensed and felt as if it was being torn into two pieces. She let out a gasp, as she went into a state of shock. While she did this he continued to work his finger in and out of her with viscious wicked ways. Her dry insides were burning against the skin of his single finger tearing and intruding upon her most sensative spot.

Just as she thought things could not get any more painful or worse, he then pulled it out entering a second finger at the same time.

She screamed loudly as he began to move them in and out in a faster motion than before. He put his mouth by her ear and breathed heavily into it, causing a chill to run up her spine. He bit at her ear harshly, giving no mercy.

The thing that hurt her the worst about this whole ordeal was his sharp, long, fingernails.

They were so sharp it felt like he was cutting up her inside.

As his fingers slide back and forth more quickly, the blade pressed on her neck grew more and more tighter. The Joker was tensed up, like he was holding back.

He really was.

Here Nichole was on his lap, she's not in a comfortable position, he's not in a comfortable position. He wanted to go on the bed, but whatever self control he had left kept him glued to the chair, and his pants on.

She felt the knife cutting into her neck slightly as he moaned in her ear, only making her scream louder. She shut her eyes tightly as the knife was placed inside her mouth.

"I said stop screaming!"The Joker yelled angrily.

She was hyperventilating and did not cease her screams, untill she felt the blade cutting the tip of her tongue and cheek.

She tasted her own blood.

The taste of copper.

Disgusting.

Her mind was racing pleading with her to get him off of her, while the other side of her mind told her to sit still and deal with the pain; knowing he had to be finished soon.

The Joker was now trying to squeeze a third finger into her. It felt like he was trying to make her opening rip. She let out another scream, but regretted it once again. The knife in her mouth tore at her gum and tongue. Blood began to gush out of her mouth and down her chin, some landing on the Joker's arm, but he really could have cared less.

He quickened his pace, wanting this act to be over soon for his self control was teetering and since he had places to be. He had to stop himself. He couldn't fully do what he wanted, even in this small act.

If he had more time, he would have prolonged it and made it more intense.

But for now, quick and fast was his method.

He put his mouth by her ear saying in a slight soft but angry voice. "I told you. You need to listen when I say to shush. Are we having trust issues now? I thought we established when I say something you are to do it!"

She tried to stare up at the cieling to get her mind off the pain and the increasing urge to vent her pain through her vocal chords. She felt like rope burn was inside of her; friction never ceasing.

He took out all three fingers pulling his hand out of her pants, and examining it. It held a white juicy substance on it along with blood.

Nichole felt a lot of pain down below, and seeing the blood only conformed her thought of him tearing her insides up. She felt blood seeping through her and now heading to leak through her pants.

He grinned looking down at his prize on his fingers and then wipped it on Nichole's pants slowly. The way he did so was as if he was making his fingers dance along her leg.

He laughed, standing up in his chair, causing Nichole to go crashing to the ground unexpectedly.

He looked down at her faking a cry. "Awh did someone fall and go...BOOM." He mimicked an explosion. He laughed and then sighed. "Well I have to go and uh meet with a few 'friends' " He made quotation marks in the air. "But don't worry." He kneeled down by her, taking her face into his hands. Tears of pain and embarrassment streamed down her face. She noticed from what just happened his makeup was messier and smudged. Just the way he wanted it.

"I'll be back in a few...hours." He poked her nose before standing up again and heading to the door. He opened it and turned around to look at Nichole once more.

"Ooo hoo hoo the way you look right now. It's just like candy. I'm tempted to bite into it, but-" He sighed. "You're too big of a candy to handle right uh, now." He giggled slamming the door shut. She heard him lock it.

Too big to handle right now? Was that a crack at my weight? I am not...not fat? She thought. Too big to handle...Oh! I get it! Too big to handle meaning I will fight back and it takes a lot out of him to beat me into a pulp when I fight back, but he likes it that way. And since he has to go he doesn't have time to handle me....If he didn't have his fucking knife I would claw his eyes out!

She smiled figuring out his little saying, only to frown at what it meant. She sniffled a bit wiping her eyes, which were all red and blotchy from how hard she was crying.

And why does he keep comparing me to candy? She thought.

She crawled over to the egde of the bed grabbing the pillow off of it and taking it in her hands. She placed the pillow in her face and let out a muffled scream. A scream of sadness. Anger. Embarrassment. Shock. Pain. She hated that man with all her might. She swore to herself she would kill him one day. One day soon.

Her screams did nothing but take out all the pent up fustration and release it upon the innocent pillow. She then realized the Joker had slept with this pillow by her head and flung it across the room at the wall.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!" She screamed in rage.

The Joker grinned keeping his ear to the door, hearing her scream. Causing pain to her and getting pleasure to himself. Can we call this a win, win situation for him? He looked at his blood stained knife grinning, clicking it shut as he walked down the hallway, wondering what his little Nikki would do for the few hours he was going to leave her alone.

Escape was impossible. And even if she did escape, he had a plan up his sleeve...

...and dangerous one.