Chapter 10

There was no room for sleep, barely any room for movement in that cold prison that she had managed to get herself into. It was her worst nightmare, captivity. Thrown in a cage with no hope for escape, she couldn't fit her arms through the bars to even try for the lock that held the door. In no way could she even move to lift her leg and try to kick the door from its hinges, there was only enough room for her to curl into a ball and pray that he killed her soon.

But what good would prayer really do for her, there was no got in Gotham City, no deities that could swoop down and rescue her from her this hell. Maybe she was dead, maybe this was her hell that the devil himself had dreamt up. It was almost possible to believe that Joker was the devil.

If this wasn't hell, if she wasn't dead, then she prayed she would wake up from the nightmare that she was in. Then again, what was reality and what was illusion? It all blended together in a mash of color and sound. Like videos playing and melting at the same time.

The whole thing was very 1408, it was so Stephen King twisted and upside down she wondered if perhaps she was comatose in a cell in the very asylum that she worked for. Her own disorganized thoughts made her head swim.

'Well, now we're our only friend in this fucked up world. What else in the hell could he want with you? Has he not grown bored with you yet?'

Karen found no sleep in that little cage, every bar hurt, her ass had gone from in pain to numb and she found herself spinning in circles to try and get some relief. There wasn't even enough room hardly for her to see anything in the room.

This time she would not let herself fall a sleep, she could not afford to be caught off guard. He could come back at any time and if she didn't hear him, she could end up in any predicament.

Lucky for her, this cage was digging into her at every possible angle it could and along with the ach of her slowly healing scars, she could find no comfort.

It was hours before the door handle even jiggled and Joker poked his head inside, knocking on the door as he did.

"Knoc-k knoc-k [he shook his head slightly as he did, sending his once seemingly combed hair into a tussle.]

He absently slammed the door behind him, making his way over to her cage, smacking his lips as he walked. Karen on the other hand made her best effort to cling to the bars at the back of the cage in hopes that it would stop him from getting to her.

In Joker's right hand he held a bag which he dropped just before he fished in his pocket and found the key for the lock. With a click, the large lock was off the door and he pulled the door open.

Karen closed her eyes and clung to the bars with all her might, the metal pressed hard against the cut on her right cheek. The sound of her heartbeat in her ears made her sick to her stomach and the sound of her own crying barely audible. She knew it wouldn't help her, but she couldn't fight it any longer, she was scared.

For a moment he paused and listened to her cry into the bars, watching her shake in fear. He was loving every moment of her breaking down, he was finally getting what he wanted out of her.

Then she heard it, that cackle, the one that chilled her from head to toe and she found herself shaking even harder against the bars, begging, pleading and crying hard.

"Please……d-d-don't….don't hurt me. P-please."

Her words ran into sobs and all she could do was cry.

He sighed, a very drawn out sigh, blinking once slowly before licking and smacking his lips. Joker cocked his head to the side, looking up at her pathetic form shaking, crying and begging for her life.

"He he he…ha ha..oh [he licked his lips with a quick smack he continued] you arrre jus-t ssso mu-ch fu-n."

There was no sympathy in the heart of a psychopath such as him, he most likely enjoyed torturing animals when he was a kid and then got bored. So he now enjoyed torturing this young woman, breaking her in like a wild mare.

Reaching in he grabbed her by her ankle and dragged her out by one leg so when she was fully out her crouch was resting just on his knees. For a few moments he didn't do anything, just stared down at her, cocking his head this way and that.

Karen wasn't even aware that her arms were still up in front of her face until he finally yanked them down and leaned in her face, breathing something of a rancid mixture of smells into her face. She found herself actually gagging, but still she kept herself so still to keep from further punishment.

"Hmmm [He grinned that yellow grin, his voice husky as he almost laughed.] he he ha [lick smack smack] yo-ua…hmm…[He picked up the bag on the floor and dropped it on her.] do you...[lick smack] wan-ta…to ma-ke…me…sssmile?

As he said that he grinned the widest almost inhumane grin she had ever seen cross his face, it stretched his scars slightly and made them even more grotesque. He was leaning on Karen hard now, pressing the bag into her chest, making breathing nearly impossible. Oh god the smell of his breath, it almost smelled like someone shit in his mouth. When he was almost touching her face with his lips he threw his head back and laughed that cackling high pitched laugh.

It pierced her ears, echoing in the room, off the steel bars of her cage and into her brain, his laugh was echoing into her brain. She could only envision one of her patients in a straight jacket throwing them self around a padded cell. Her brain was now a padded cell for his laugh to bounce around in and damage what little sanity she hoped she had left.

When he was done assaulting her senses, he got off of her and as he turned to leave the room, he said something that she wished she never heard.

[He licked his lips slowly and ran his tongue all around his mouth.] Yo-ua…he he…a-re d-a-ddiess…[He dropped his voice an octave lower]..goo-da lit-tle g-irl."

There was a noticeable shudder of disgust that passed through her body and that only served to jerk another laugh from him even louder than the last. It ripped through her again, she was beginning to feel his gestures and his words to her very core. In the back of what of her sane mind stay intact, she wondered to herself. 'Are you losing your sanity Karen.' Then another voice spoke up, one she didn't recognize, a possible personality disorder.

*Binding bound and bounding bind…he he he….rape the girl and scure her mind…HA HAHA.*

For a few moments and she didn't remember how she got there, she sat with the bag in her hand, in the bathtub. Now she had developed into not just curling into a ball but rocking for comfort. 'Karen pull yourself together'

*Ha ha ha….Reality is illusion and illusion is reality….he he he….yeah Karen…are you losing your mind?...HA HA HA..merry we go round…ohh watch her fall down weeeee*

"Shut up!! Whoever you are just shut up!!"

'Karen…what the hell are you doing? Who are you yelling at? The voice in your head? Don't listen to it, remember it's not real.'

All the signs were there, but she didn't want to believe that she was losing her mind. She didn't want to end up in some padded cage talking to voices no one could hear. But at the rate she was going, it was going to happen.

She was dressed by the time Joker got back. Her hair was in pig tails, she wore a flower dress and white tennis shoes, very elementary school. It was this or how ever many lashings Joker could give her with his belt.

When he came back she was sitting in on the end of the bed, her legs crossed because he provided of course nothing to go under her skirt.

He gave her a once over before drawing his hand back and hitting her hard enough to knock her on the floor. Only to jump on top of her and pin her wrists under his knees painfully.

"Yo-ua….nee-d..t-o..[lick smack smack] loo-k mo-re…li-ke…d-a-dd-ya."

Reaching in his pocket he pulled out three jars of make up, which wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.

It wasn't a knife cutting through her flesh. But him putting on make up was not gentle, it was crude, even sloppy. She assumed that by the time he was done, she would look more like him, her make up runny and sloppy.

After he had finished, he sat back and looked at her. The look on his face was not one of satisfaction, he wasn't finished and she had a feeling that he wasn't.

"Please…don't do that…anything but that."

Too late, he pulled his switch blade from his pocket and slipped it into her mouth, just at the corner. There was no long drawn out speech, instead he drew that blade through her flesh to cut the side of her cheek open.

She screamed as much as one could with a knife in their mouth but before she could regain anything, he drew the knife through her other cheek. As the endorphins released in her body, she felt her face go numb, she began to drool on the floor, a mixture of saliva and lots of blood. Now her mouth gapped in a most grotesque manner, as if someone had tried to rip it free and didn't quite succeed.

Joker didn't flinch, instead he just sat there for a bit, watching her bleed and get weaker by the second. It was amazing to him that she didn't pass out yet and that she was trying to fight through it. That meant more fun for him, so he got up and headed for the bathroom. When he came back he held a curved needle and threat-with which he threaded with expert precision.

Karen could not tell anymore where she was, the blood loss was making everything blur, blend and then split. She lolled her head from side to side, trying to fight the pain she still felt and begging some higher power to kill her.

'Karen…damn you stay awake-'

One voice interrupted another.

*HA HA HA…Joker loves me this I know…for his knife blade tells me so…gosh it's good to see you smile more…HA HA HA….round and round we go…when we fuck no body knows.*

That other voice, whatever it was, was dominant now, it must have developed over the course of the events in this hell.

Joker grabbed her face hard in one hand and began to sew very roughly with the other hand. He pulled the threat tight, it was too tight, the scars might even pucker worse than his.

Blood ran down her cheeks, into her throat, down her neck and puddle beneath her where the rug they were on didn't cover the cold wooden floor. She could feel the vomit rising in her throat, she was amazed she was even awake enough for this escapade.

The stitches that Joker was putting in her cheeks were not the work of a skilled surgeon, but instead served to make her look like a not very well pieced morbid raggedy Ann. He didn't even seem to notice or care that he was getting blood all over his leather gloves. It was disturbing just now normal this was to him.

*One stitch, two stitch, three stitch, four…look at your blood all over the floor…wee he he…daddy sews us up…daddy cuts us up…daddy beats us good and daddy fucks us much!! Ha ha ha ha. *

It was that voice again, the one that had somehow slowly crept its way into being over the short time or maybe the long time she was here. Whatever the case it was clear that she probably wasn't going to be much of herself when she got out of this. That damn voice was singing to her, vulgar words and a dark yet cheerful tune. To top it off her own normal sane voice was now whispering in her own head.

'Karen…please Karen ignore it. Please keep away. God Karen keep awake. Karen!! Karen!!'

Joker continued to sew, unphased by the stages of color she was going through due to the blood loss, first she was a snow color, then a more sheet color and finally she was almost a bluish white. When her head hit the floor behind her, he just rolled his eyes, licked and smacked his lips in annoyance, then just continued to sew.

At some point, maybe hours, maybe days, she wasn't sure, but she came to, all the visions in her eyes were a blur. Her head lolled lazily back and forth. She had lost so much blood she couldn't even hold it up. When it finally rolled again without control, she leaned over and puked on the floor. To hold the nausea at bay she sometimes slow small breaths, then in through her nose and out through her mouth. It was just anything to keep the bile down in her stomach.

The sound of hard footsteps, made her jerk her head up to try and see who was there. That shot waves of nausea through her stomach and she lowered her breathing to keep from puking. Tears rolled down her white cheeks as she realized she couldn't tell who was standing at the foot of her bed.

'Karen…there's no purple…it's black. Black? It's black. Bruce? Oh god no…please…I don't want beat too.'

"Wwhhho's thsseerre? Ohhh gaaod I cccan't ssssee!"

She drooled blood when she spoke and she could barely talk. There was no pain in her cheeks, but how they were sewn was making talking impossible.

A deep voice responded, no smacking, no pauses and no emphasis on letters.

"Bitch you bleed to fucking much.

She recognized the voice as Bruce Wayne. Karen let her head drop back as she couldn't hold it up anymore and when she did, she realized that she had a pillow under it. In fact she was now sitting in a bed, there was a syringe on a table beside her and an IV with a blood drip, going into her arm.

"Wwwhhaa-"

"What's going on? It's simple…you're no good to Joker dead. You lost about a pint of blood. Sure you can recover that in a day but he needs you sooner. And you can't see because we have you on morphine incase you got some idea about running away."

Karen let herself start to drift off, but he wasn't having it yet. She couldn't fight him, so she just let him. Bruce yanked down the covers and her panties next. Before she could say anything, she felt him in her, no fore play, just in. If it wasn't for the morphine, she might have screamed in pain, that was all it was for her, just pain.

Then he was gone and she was in nightmare land.

It was dark, just darkness everywhere, except for one single glowing light that stemmed from the window of a metal door. Every voice told her to just stay where she was, don't move, leave the light alone. But she had to know what the light was.

She looked behind herself, only to find darkness, then she made her way through the darkness and close to the door. That door, that iron passage way between her and whatever horror might lay beyond it.

Someone on the other side was laughing hysterically and banging on the walls. Karen crept up to the door slowly and looked in. The white florescent light made the padded white walls almost glow. Whoever the person was, she had her back to Karen, but when she realized that someone was watching her, she turned around.

"Oh my god!"

It was like looking through some sort of matrixed mirror, she was staring at herself, dressed in a purple dress, her hair green her face matched Joker's and her hands were covered in blood. The blood from her own still bleeding cheeks, she was painting on the wall with it. HA HA HA. WHY SO SERIOUS?

The other Karen opened her mouth and spoke, it was the voice, that crazed voice that she only recently started hearing.

"Why so serious Karen? HA HA HA. Crazy is as crazy does! ...You'll be here Karen...I'm taking your place! Round and round you'll go…Joker will drive you made don't cha know. HA HA HA."

Karen covered her ears to block out the sound of her own crazed self talking.

"No no no! Shut up! Shut the hell up! I'm not going to go crazy!"

"Listen to yourself Karen…you're arguing with yourself…isn't that a bit crazy. You're arguing with yourself that you're not crazy. ..You'll kill like daddy…Joker's your daddy…he he he…oh just let daddy fuck your great sweet pussy! HA HA HA."

"No! I'm not his daughter! I won't kill anyone! NO!"

She turned around and ran for the darkness, her other self was shouting at her now.

"He's coming for ya…and you'll cum for him too!! HA HA HA!"

It was void of all light, that darkness, it consumed her completely, until she could see nothing. Something about it was comforting because she believed if she couldn't see, then no one could see her.

But she didn't stop, she kept running and suddenly she ran into a room, a large purple and green room. There were curtains in one corner of the room and nothing else. Her curiosity got the best of her and she found herself pulling the draw string on the curtain.

Sitting in a nice need little row, were several painted faced women with the jagged scars, they were all dressed in little purple flower dresses. In sync they spoke in one choral sentence.

"We are Joker's little girls…won't you be a little girl too. Daddy will teach you how to kill and daddy will play with you."

Karen was now aware that she was in fact dreaming and she fought to wake up, but for whatever reason she couldn't wake. Without warning she found herself in a room, it was made to look like a little girls bedroom and she was dressed in a little purple dress.

"No no no. Oh god no."

As dreams often do, she never had any warning about her 'father' coming into the room. He was just suddenly there, picking her up and sitting her on the bed.

"I-t's….[Hungry lick, smack smack] p-la-ya…t-ime."

Then he was sliding his hands up her bare girlish thighs and it was only then she realized her dream had transferred her into that of an actual twelve year old girl.

Joker was licking his lips even more so now as he was sliding her little white panties over her bare feet and letting them fall on the floor.

"No! Get off me!"

"B-ut…yo-ua…lo-ve…p-lay-time.:

As he said this he was sliding his fingers into her small pussy with a moan. She was kicking and screaming, but he held her down.

"Oh yeah…ssso…ti-gh-t."

"NOOO!! Get off me! Get off me!"

When she woke, she was screaming and crying. Her breathing was heavy and shuddery, tears filled her eyes. It was the morphine that had kept her from waking up, but even waking up was a nightmare.

Karen turned her head to the side and cried, her tears dripping onto the pillow. There was no one in the room to hear her cry or scream, but at least her vision was clearing up. The bag of blood hanging up was nearly empty, she was almost well enough for whatever it was that he wanted.

She tried to fight off the effects of the morphine on her body, but that only made her dizzy and did no good. They had dosed her good, so much so, she was wondering why she hadn't over dosed.

The straps on her wrists she found, were tied around the frame of the bed and it seemed to her that they were determined to keep her from escaping again-although with the amount of drugs in her system, she probably wouldn't get very far if she tried.

A few hours later, sometime in the evening, the morphine wore off and she managed to get her vision to clear. Just in time to see Joker coming in the door. He walked over and checked the blood bag. It was empty of its contents, Karen was sobering up and before she knew it, he was untying her.

With a slow lick of his lips and a few smacks of them as well, he spoke.

"We'-re [lick, smack smack] g-oing…t-o…uh he he he…[his voice dropped to a growl] p-lay."

He then grabbed her by her arm and proceeded to yank her out of bed. That only ended up in her being on the floor, the morphine wasn't completely out of her system yet. With her short little dress on, she could see the scars on her legs, they were bulging with scar tissue and they held a disgusting purple color to them.

Joker didn't seem to care about any of it, he didn't even help her to her feet, no he grabbed her by her hair and drug her across the floor. She kicked her legs frantically, but that only served to piss him off and mess up the rugs.

For a moment he let go of her hair and back handed her across her already bloody and sore face. She cried out in pain, curling up on the floor and listening to the insane voice rattle on inside her head.

*Don't make daddy angry…he he he…no no…make daddy angry…then he'll punish you…he'll fuck you…fuck me daddy fuck me…ha ha ha…*

Karen pushed herself up off the floor in time to watch him adjust his pants, that sadist, that 'man' who gets a hard on from pain and killing. The one who, if she didn't leave him or kill him, he would drive her mad, even kill her.

Then he grabbed her by her hair again and drug her down the two flights of stairs, her tail bone hit every stair on the way down. The pain traveled from her tail bone all the way through her entire body, she was sore and she was tired. She wanted death, she gave serious thought to suicide, to killing herself and being free of this nightmare.

At the end of the painful journey, Joker kicked open a door at the end of the stairs and drug her into the middle of the room, dropping her like some discarded toy. In this room Karen found that her nightmare could grow to horrific proportions. The entire room was concrete, in the middle was a drain pipe and all over the walls, floor and ceiling was dried crusted and fresh blood.

"Oh god…god no…"

Karen tried to get away from the room, she tried to stand up, but her legs wouldn't hold and she fell, smacking open her knees. She tried to crawl out, but she heard Joker's shoes on the concrete and he was at the door, bolting it shut before she could even reach it.

'Karen? Karen? Where is my sanity?'

*Karen is gone…ha ha ha…what mysteries does daddy have in store…blood blood everywhere but not a drop to drink….he he he…*

She tried to get up, but she felt hands on her waist and felt Joker holding her still.

"Don'-t m-ove…[lick, smack smack] I h-ave to [his voice dropped] punish yo-ua.

So she sat there still on her hands and knees, in the middle of this torture room, or play room-she decided it was hell. That was what she would call it, just plane hell.

From here she watched him move around to the iron table in front of her, just to the left of the door, he pushed things around and shifted boxes of tools. Then he found what he wanted and he lifted it from its box.

It was a knife with a round metal handle, smooth to the hilt. He walked around behind her and knelt down, lifting up the bottom of her skirt, he used his glove to push her legs apart. The blade of the knife grazed her inner thigh and she panicked.

"Please…don't…not that…please."

[Lick, swallow] "Please no-t wha-t?"

"Don't cut me there…please Joker don't."

She felt a slap on her right ass cheek from one of his leather gloved hands.

"Who am I?!

Karen swallowed, she didn't want to call him that, she didn't want to play his game, but she didn't want anymore pain either.

"Please…daddy."

There was a smirk that crossed his features and she was lucky she couldn't see it, but she couldn't block out his voice.

He tossed his gloves on the floor and began running his fingers over her soft shaven lips, every bit of her wanted to just kick him in the face, but she knew how that would end. He ran his fingers over her lips, in between them pinching her clit, running them all over her clit and circling them around her wetting hole. Some sick part of her own mind was enjoying this, she knew she was beginning to slip into his world.

"Oh…loo-k a-t daddy's lit-tle…gir-l…loo-k a-t her lit-tle lips…her c-lit sswollen for her daddy…oh she ge-ts so we-t for him. I lo-ve…p-laying…wi-th my lit-tle girl. You like daddy's fingers don't you?"

When Karen didn't answer him, he smacked her ass again and growled in that almost demonic voice.

"ANSWER ME!!"

"Yes…daddy."

*Oh I told you…you'd like it…you love it…he he he…just let go Karen…you belong to us…we are your lover…he he he ha ha ha…*

She fought the urge to cry as she reluctantly answered the questions, the way he wanted them answered.

Joker took that knife in his hand and she felt him slide that metal handle into her tight pink wetness. He didn't say a word, he just pumped that knife handle in and out of her, spinning it every now and then. After a bit he began to rub her clit, enjoying what that did to her mentally, enjoying how this whole thing was mentally tearing at her.

As he was doing this, he was cackling and Karen hated that she was actually getting off to that object in her, to this whole disgusting circus. She even hated that as she was thinking how wrong this all was, she was climaxing.

But he didn't seem yet satisfied, he lifted her up and carried her over to some odd contraption, he strapped her arms up and strapped her legs open, pushing her dress up around her waist so her glistening lips were exposed.

Then, she watched him kneel between her legs and pull up a bar, a metal bar right beneath her, on the end of that was a vibrator which he pushed into her without hesitation.

Again she watched him adjust the ever growing erection in his pants, shifting it so it wasn't so confined. Karen felt dirty, violated, and disgusted to her stomach. She was to the point of almost physical illness, she wanted to puke.

The door opened and she watched Bruce Wayne drag in Commissioner Gordan, strapping him up to another machine, but this one was covered in blood. And Joker was giddily finding another knife, one bigger and sharper than the one she was molested with.

Bruce made his way over to Karen and leaned down to look at her.

"Aww…look who wants to be like daddy."

She felt disgusted with herself, stuck in this contraption, in their game of their sickening fantasy. If that wasn't bad enough, she felt Bruce reach down between her legs and run his fingers over her wet clit, pinching it between his fingers hard.

"Ow! Please stop this…please."

"Oh baby doesn't like pain."

[Lick, smack smack, he rolled his eyes up to look at Bruce with annoyance.] "Ge-t ou-t."

He threw up his hands in surrender and left. No sooner had he left then Joker was walking back over to her to turn the vibrator and the whole machine on. It moved in rhythm as the vibrator buzzed at full speed.

Then as if nothing was odd about this to him, he moved back over to Gordan and woke him up with a slap.

"Ge-t up…wake u-p. [Sigh, smack smack]"

Karen wished that he would turn the fucking machine off, she wished her body didn't respond to any of this, but it did. Something in her knew that she was slowly becoming more like him every day.

"Wha wha where am I?!"

"Goo-d E-ven-ing Com-mission-ner …[He shifted, moving his hands frantically as he spoke. His eyes shifting back and forth, not looking at Gordan all the time.] Loo-k a-t herr."

He pointed to Karen who was struggling to keep her eyes open, but she could see the look of shock on his face and then him jerking his face away.

"Oh my god…what have you done to her?!! I I…I should have helped her better."

"LOOK AT HER!!"

Joker grabbed him hard by his face and turned it towards her.

"[Eye roll, lick, smack, his head shook when he spoke, shaking Gordan's head in his hands. ] "She's a prêt-ty girl…swee-t…woul-d you li-ke a tas-te?"

"What?! Get off of me! Let go of me!"

His eyes were big now, Gordan was in shock of just exactly how sick Joker really could be.

"O-pen wide! He[He shook his head again, grinning wide as he shoved the handle of that knife in Gordan's mouth.] No-w ah…you..kno-w ah."

Joker cackled, he was having too much fun with this whole situation. It was his play time and he was really enjoying this torture. As Gordan spit the knife from his mouth, the grin on Joker's face faded.

Karen was sickened by her body as another orgasm hit her right when Joker was picking up the knife and shoving the blade end into Gordan's mouth.

"I thin-k you ta-ke your job ju-st a lit-tle too ser-ious-ly...hm…[He grinned, cocking his head to the side , he looked at Gordan from the corner of his eye.] Yo-u ah…ough-t to ss-mile more…l-et's put a ss-mile on t-ha-t fa-ce ah [He turned to Karen and then drew the knife through Gordan's cheek, splitting it open.]

"Oh god!"

It was sickening, she was cuming as Joker was mutilating someone, a familiar face, someone she knew who had tried to help her. For safe keeping, she watched Joker shove that knife in Gordan's leg.

"Ahhh shit fuck! You fucking piece of shit rat bastard!"

Joker made his way over to Karen, smoothing his hair back, skipping a step or two, cocking his head from right to left as if to look at her from every angle.

"Leave her alone! God damn it Joker! Deal with me!"

She was slightly relieved when he shut the machine off and unstrapped her, practically carrying her over to Gordan. He set her down in front of him and yanked the knife from his leg.

"Be-ya dad-dy's…g-oo-d…girrl [He handed her the knife] Yo-ua…kn-ow..what..I want. [Lick, smack smack] Ma-ke..hi-m..ss-mile."

Karen shook her head 'no', looking at Gordan with tears in her eyes. She was saying sorry with her eyes, she was sorry she ever dragged him into it. If she hadn't, he might not be here.

"No" [He growled before flicking out his switch blade.]

Karen jumped when she heard that metal flicking sound and then she felt him push her skirt up again, his empty hand reached down and spread her lips, pressing the knife to the side of her clit.

"No-w [He almost whispered, his voice real low and soft.] w-hat w-as..t-ha-t."

Tears rolled down her face, she looked at Gordan, mouthing I'm sorry. She watched the blood pouring from the side of his cheek.

"Ok..I'll do it."

Joker let go of her and watched with a grin as she drew the blade through the other side of his cheek. He walked back and forth in front of Gordan for a few moments before he grabbed the sides of his button shirt and tore it open.

"G-u-t…hi-m."

She was shaking now and what was worse was the fact she had grown used to the sight of blood. Karen walked in front of the paling, once honorable Commissioner Gordan, remembering how he once saved her. Flashbacks of medical school came into her mind and she remembered how they used to dissect the cadavers.

So with a sigh, she made a deep Y cut down his midsection and watched as his entrails came spilling out onto the floor, splattering her legs, face and arms with blood. Karen dropped the knife on the pile of viscera.

*Wee he he…gut him gut him like a fish…on his innerds make a wish…if you wish doesn't come true…find another one and gut him too…wee. We're having fun aren't we Karen? *

Karen felt herself shoved down on all fours, pain shooting through her still cut up knees, she was inches from his bowels. She was watching him twitch, he was dead, but he body was having trouble catching onto that fact.

Joker pushed up her dress again, pushing his fully hard erection between her still wet folds and pumping, hard and fast. He was watching someone die and getting off on it.

What was even worse was the fact that Karen was enjoying this sick twisted session, him fucking her into oblivion, her watching Gordan die, she was moaning and her orgasms were harder than ever.

He reached down and rubbed her clit with such furiousity that it hurt, her face hurt, her knees hurt, her most delicate parts hurt. Everything was painful and pleasurable, sick and fun, it all blended together. There was no dividing line between right and wrong. Somewhere she heard someone screaming 'fuck me' and she realized it was her.

Something inside of her was beginning to snap because she found herself yelling out ' oh yes daddy' and enjoying how good it felt to be so wrong. In her mind murder had become good, rape was fun and pain was pleasure.

Joker rammed himself into her harder, his free hand gave her a slap across the ass and instead of crying in pain she came again. He began to pump into her with such mad force that she could no longer hold herself up and she let her torso partially fall into the puddle of blood beneath her. .

"Fuck me daddy!"

*Yes, he is your daddy…let him fuck you…let him cut you…let him beat you…let him hurt you…you love it.*

They climaxed in one hard thrust, both echoing pleasurable cries off the wall before collapsing in a pile, next to the dead Gordan and his insides.

"Goo-d gir-l."

Joker pulled out of her and then she felt Bruce grabbing her up by the arm and yanking her hard out of the room.

"No…daddy I was good."

Joker looked at Bruce.

"Cage!"

Bruce got so fed up with yanking her up the stairs that he tossed her over his shoulder, absent mindedly fingering her seeping hole. She couldn't fight him at that angle, she just squirmed in his arms.

He tossed her in her cage, all worked up with no relief except for what she could do herself. But he didn't want that, before he closed her cage he cuffed her hands to the bars where she couldn't reach herself.

Then he stood for a while, watching her squirm before he left laughing.