HNKNA 3 - Jail Bird

by peekodemeeko12

The Jokers are the only ones to have ever made bets against Jackie. How will they react when Jackie offers the Jokers a bet they can't resist? JokerXOc

10. Chapter 10

WARNING! The beginning is pretty gory and may be considered rated M (In good spirit of Halloween my favorite season). I had a little too much fun writing this so sorry if this is too much. Please review and let me know if I crossed the line; I'm not sure and I need reassurance if it's ok or not so I'll let you, the reviewers, tell me your opinion. If you still want to read the rest without this then go straight to Jackie's bolded POV. Thank you and enjoy!

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WHITE'S POV

It wasn't Blood. It's impossible. No matter how much Jackie made Alice cry Hatter isn't near foolish enough to take us head on. My fingers swept past her cheek delicately, captivated by her grimacing face. My Jackie...my dear, sweet Jackie defiled by some scum not even fit to lick the s*** from my shoes has made a mark on my beautiful toy. What an embarrassment. My eyes drifted to the bandages over her arm. It was only a scratch and yet I had assumed the worst. Jackie isn't that weak to die from a scratch. I realize this and yet I couldn't stop my furious reaction. She is a irreplaceable foreigner after all. I even made the doctor give her some extra morphine to kill any potential pain. I glanced over my shoulder looking over the doctor's bloody corpse sagging against the wall. His red liquid painted cobweb designs which still dripped freshly into the rug, spreading the bloody stain. I couldn't let him live. If word gets out that someone successfully burned the circus and broke into the prison our reputation will be shot. Not that it really matters, of course.

The most terrifying thing is that I couldn't protect the one I love most.

That cockroach merely strolled in and stabbed her whilst I was preoccupied with her bountiful attention. Shame on me for letting my guard down. How dare she do such a thing. I can't wait to go and finish torturing her with Black. I'm ashamed that I didn't kill her with that punch. It is surprising, though. I honestly thought that s*** was dead. No matter; it makes it that much sweeter for us.

'NO-!' Jackie's scream riveted again and again through my mind as her large doe eyes grew large with fright. I thought she had screamed because she felt my bulge; although that wouldn't account for the terror in her petrified scream. I didn't realize until I spied the blood and the knife which drew it in the couch...I growled, convulsing in anger. How dare someone other than I make her scream like that. I leaned down kissing her lips. I will make sure that no one ever hurts her again. I slipped the mask from my belt lying it on the nearby stand. I sauntered over to the dead body, picking him up before slipping out of the room and locking it behind myself.

With each step a tiny jerk of bells sounded echoing down the long corridors. I went to the nearest cell, spying an afterimage keeping a steady distance from me. Good timing. I dropped the corpse, leaving them to their work. Glancing into the cells I spied bloody and bruised inmates, every single one of them, cringe in horror as they cowered against the wall. Good; this is how it should be. Personally I would have had my fun torturing every single one of them rather than leaving them to lick their wounds like this. One quick session is not enough. It needs to be long and drawn out with as much pain and humiliation crammed into the lengthened period as possible.

I turned the corner hoping down the stairs. I twirled the key in my hand before easing it into the lock creaking open the heavy wooden door. These soundproof doors are for the best. Black and I aren't too fond of them; it doesn't induce as much fear as I would like in the other prisoners; hearing the wails and screams of their fellow inmates slowly being picked and torn apart...how could that not be terrifying? I am glad, however, since they keep Jackie from hearing the noise. It's for the best. Until we at least have her permanently in our clutches.

I walked through the stone placed room which held a variety of axes, guns, spears, the iron maiden, the guillotine and a variety of other fun instruments of torture. Which one should we use next? It will be fun however this plays out I suppose. Grunts of agony came from the room further ahead. I entered the room with a sickly sweet smile, gazing over her nude and dirtied figure. She bled beautiful rubies from every pore with her before illustrious blue eyes rolling across the opposite side of the room. Picking those out were fun. She was still really kicking at that point, still with the hope of freedom falsely in her grasp. Her breath came in fast and light, tortured because of the needles which stuck out like porcupine needles all in her torso. Black pulled back spitting on her face. I ran my gaze over her tortured figure with a pleased simper as Black sauntered past me rummaging through the next fun trinket that he'll be using. She slumped over, sweaty and in pure agony as she was defiled in every possible way we could imagine.

Her eyeless sockets pleaded the words her mouth couldn't utter as she squirmed, unable to even move with her mangled hands. I smiled at the trails of blood that had followed her into the room from when I dragged her in here by her slipshod hair. It was fun sawing off her feet little by little. We had strapped her down and let the gently swaying axes take care of the rest. It's been a while since we were able to come down here with a woman. I suppose this release was necessary. Since we cannot lay our hands on Jackie like this quite it's nice to have another escape. Although this isn't as fun as it used to be. She struggled while we had our way with her but then again who didn't? Every woman brought here was the same. They all defiantly struggled some even offering their body for their freedom. We take the offer like the gentlemen we are of course and kill them later but...it's not the same.

Jackie's sweet smile brought a grin to my face as I laid over the woman taking my sweet time twisting the knife in her gut while I fiddled with her long soft black hair. I absentmindedly hummed enjoying the groaning screams that made it past the gag in her mouth. We weren't really thinking earlier when we cut her tongue off with a nicely jagged rusty knife. We were beside ourselves with rage that we snatched the nearest tool. I kissed the hair strand, tucking it behind her sliced ears. She shrieked and curled inwards as Black twisted a cork screw into her side. I smiled at the reaction it caused, humming louder so she could hear me singing past the blood clotting in her ears. Choking sobs vibrated her throat as Black took her only unbroken pointer finger snapping it like a twig. I continued my little song reveling in her sweaty bloody beauty. This used to thrill us much more than this. I wonder what happened? I suppose I really have calmed down since Jackie came to our side. Before we used to this quite often to the more obnoxious of female prisoners. Even in her crumpled state she still had the audacity to shake her head, telling us no. I throatily chuckled, leaning in.

"You told us you refuse to tell us who you worked for didn't you? You left us no choice sweetheart." I purred, doodling random carvings into her flesh. Tears streamed her puffy sockets much to my delight. She deserves it. I know it was her who organized the burning and set the prisoners free. Every single prisoner who held the need to keep living through the slim hope of surviving told us it was her. Not only that but the clowns saw her and, thinking she was a new member, let her do as she pleased. They still need to be punished now that I think about it. The organization is still a mystery but there will be more, no doubt.

I breathed in her ear making her jump and try to scream through the rag. Her legs barely twitched, already in excruciating pain from Black having her moments before. She screamed in agony as Black drew a barbed wire over her back peeling off some loose skin from the whipping she had while I was tending to the doctor. Hearing other women in pain is wonderful. My smile faded a tad as Jackie's teary eyes face swept through my mind. That wasn't enjoyable. Seeing the woman I love in agony - unless induced by myself - is not fun. When she tried to stab my precious angel with that filthy knife of hers I wanted to kill everyone to ensure that I was the only one left to have my dear sweet Jackie.

"I'll use you as an example of why never to mess with Joker." I purred as Black probed his finger into the hole in her gut, drawing out her slimy intestines with the bucket of bubbling tar beside him.

*Sorry if this was too much but I got really into it and I love blood and gore. I'm weird but please enjoy the rest of it!

JACKIE'S POV

I shivered, rolling over on the cold sheets. I breathed out sitting up in my bed. This is...My heart lurched as the memories swarmed into my head. That woman-! I threw the sheets back casting my eyes wildly around the perfect room. I slowly exhaled, teetering to the side a bit. S-she's gone? What happened? I remember jumping back and then hitting something. I glanced over towards the couch spying the only thing out of order; a misplaced desk.

That woman...she was aiming right for White's head. I perked up, scanning the room for the redheads. Joker isn't here? Where is he? I quietly slipped out of the bed before vertigo hit me hard, dropping me like a rock back onto the soft sheets. Ah~ this feels nice...

I yawned deeply feeling the bump on my head. How did that get there? Oh, right I hit my head. I wonder where the Jokers are? My tongue scraped against the roof of my mouth like sandpaper, begging for water. I'm thirsty...I quietly padded across the room jiggling the door handle. I wonder if Black's at work - huh? I moved the stiff handle again unable to open it. It's locked? I yawned again stretching my arms. Whatever. I lazily rummaged through the drawers close by pulling out a lock pick. I knelt down by the key hole poking around the inner mechanisms of the dumb lock. Here there and then a little prodding here and then...

Clunk.

My eyes scrunched together as I tried to rub the sleepiness from my eyes. I messed up...? I resumed my intense struggled meeting the same fate.

Clunk.

Clunk.

Clunk.

Clunk.

I yawned again. Why am I so tired? Maybe I should just go back to bed. I shivered just thinking about the chilly sheets. Brrrrr~ I'll just go and grab some extra blankets and some water while I'm at it. I jammed the pick back in swishing it around the important parts.

Click. A lazy smile pulled my lips as I opened the door trotting down the hallway. My muscles stiffly followed my command still plagued with sleep. My limbs dragged me down as I plodded down the long hallways. I picked up my pace, tip toeing as I awkwardly looked to my feet. I'm barefoot. Is that why it's so cold? I swayed to the side catching myself on some bars. Bars? I glanced up. Ah, that's right. I'm still in the prison...aren't I? I held my mess of a head forcing myself to continue. I can't think straight. What's going on?

"Did I hit my head hard that really?" I deeply breathed in, squinting at my own words. I didn't say that right...what's wrong with me? My limbs feel heavy and I want to sleep but I don't want to go back to the cold bed. I wonder where the blankets are? I continued down the hall pausing just before a slightly cracked heavy door. I leaned back, stumbling slightly from the sudden shift. That door...I've never been down that way before. Maybe there is a closet down there? My feet briskly carried me down the steep steps which curled like a cylinder down all the way down to the very bottom. Bottom...I chuckled. That's a funny word. Bo-ttom. Bottom. Kind of sounds like...like butt. I stifled my giggles with my silky hands as I leaned against the icy wall.

I'm cold. I still need blankets. I pressed forward coming before another thick door. Heh...thick...sounds like ick...as in icky gross, or, like, gross stuff? Gross stuff like...gross stuff that's...icky. My shoulders jumped with the quiet snickering. Icky...that's funny. That's a funny word. I pushed against the door slipping into the large closet.

Hung on the walls like ornaments on a Christmas tree were long pointed weapons of every kind. I spun around in a small circle admiring all of the axes and swords and arrows and bows and many other sharp edged stuff. What a weird storage closet. My head flickered to the side as a sort of muffled groaning drifted through my ears. Hm? Who's that?

"Joker?" I called, stiffening as I heard my voice speak again. My head lulled up, craning back up to the tall ceiling. What was that? An echo? I stretched my head back, back and back before I fell landing right on my tush. Ow, my butt hurts. Heh...butt...that's funny~

"Joker." I said again, giggling at the funny sound. The echo makes me sound deeper than I really am. That's funny.

"Jackie?" A startled voice called. I flipped my head forward, squinting at the redhead. I smiled. I found him.

"Joker." I beckoned with a giggle. His voice sounds funny too in here. This is a funny room.

"Jackie my dear what are you doing here?" Joker asked, kneeling. I tilted my head to the side.

"Which Joker?" I asked, puzzled. Why is there a Joker dressed like White? He's not White; White doesn't wear as much red.

"Huh?" He asked, puzzled. I frowned, pouting at his lack of intelligence.

"You look the same as Black and White. Which Joker are you? Are you a third or are you White? Or Black? Or neither? Or are you both and not?" I asked scrutinizing his red splattered face and clothing.

"Jackie how did you get out of the room?" He asked, patting my shoulder.

"I picked the lock thingy." I answered the Joker look alike.

"You picked it? Oh my...," he trailed off, placing his hand over my cheek. His warm touch was comforting compared to the cold floor. I smiled again, holding his hand to my cheek. He's a little more scary looking than Black and White with all that red on him. Maybe he's a third Joker?

"You're warm Red." I said, humming at the warmth in his large hand. He's just like White. So nice...

"Red? I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you mean." He replied. I scrunched my nose.

"Why are you confused? I just named you Red." I said, pointing to the red spilled on his shirt. I snorted as the scent of metal and salt captivated my nose. I pulled back covering the delicate sniffer.

"You smell funny Red." I said. He blankly gazed over me before touching my cheeks, holding my head up.

"How much morphine did that lunatic doctor give you...?" He mumbled, concerned. I closed my eyes holding his wrists over my cool cheeks.

"You're nice and warm, Red." I said. He sighed and reached his arms out, cradling me in his arms. I blinked as he tapped up the stairs I just came down. Where are we going? To the other closet?

"Red...now where did you come up with a name like that?" He questioned with a nice smile. I gazed at his white teeth and smooth face. He's cute; like my Joker.

"You're cute like Black and White." I absentmindedly said, poking him in the chest. I pulled my finger back as the red on his clothes stuck to me. "You're wet."

"Cute? How so my dear?" He asked, brushing his fingers over my cheek. I yawned, cutting off my next words. He turned around, knocking his back into the heavy door into my room. He swept past the room, setting me on my feet by the bed side.

"You're smile is cute. You're voice is cute and you're hands are warm just like Black's and White's hands's are." My tongue slurred slightly messing up my speech. I pushed my brows together, sticking out the annoyance to the cool air.

"My tongue is too dry." I complained, poking the sticky organ. He smiled delicately as he gently wrapped his hands around my head pitting his mouth over my dry tongue. A wet and warm liquid invaded my mouth, satisfying the desert sandpaper. I hummed, leaning into the nice feeling. He pulled back with a clean slate, smiling as he smoothed out my hair. I pouted, hopping up and pressed my lips again to the nice feeling as I locked my hands around his neck. He paused before leaning in spreading more nice feeling liquid over my dry tongue. It feels nice...hm? I pulled back, pushing him away.

"You taste how you smell; met-ally and salty...and just icky." I re-tasted the awful taste. How gross. He chuckled and wrapped a clean blanket around me, covering my face.

"My apologies. Go back to bed dear." He said leaving me to wrestle the sheet off.

"I can't." I said, holding the sheet over my head as I peeked past the thin fabric.

"Why not?" He asked with a tinge of red on his cheeks. How ironic. His name is red and his face is turning red.

"It's cold. Promise you'll come back? You're warm." I pouted, determined to hold onto his sleeve until Red agreed. A simper covered his mouth as he pressed his warm lips to my forehead.

"I promise. Joker will be here in a few minutes." He said taking a small white mask off the counter. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt peeling the wet reddened clothe off and the undershirt too.

"Promise? I won't go to sleep until you do." I threatened, scowling at the fickle character. He chuckled before running his gaze over my outfit frowning. I looked down at the soft silky pj shirt.

"When did I get changed?" I thought I felt a little colder than usual. Is this why? He gently gripped my sides sitting me on the bed. Red's warm hands gripped my shirt punching the buttons out of their rightful holds. I tilted my head; what's he doing? He slipped the large shirt off tossing it aside as he pulled another one out of a nearby drawer. Huh? Why am I going to wear the same thing that he just took off? I gazed emptily over his smooth bare skin. Isn't he cold? Oh; is he taking my clothes because he's cold? I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his hot shoulders and sighed contently. He's warm.

"Jackie?" He questioned, unable to button the rest of the shirt.

"Aren't you cold without a shirt? I'm warming you up!" I smiled, clinging to his warm body. He remained stiff as I snuggled my tummy against his hard stomach, spreading as much warmth as I could. He doesn't feel that cold. But he has his shirt off so he has to be cold! He looked cold but now he's not. I'm glad I could help him. I glanced over my shoulder spying his ears getting red.

"Why is your face red, Red?" I asked before trailing off with a chuckle. "Hee hee~ Red's turning red~" I pulled back poking his flaming cheeks. He smiled, pressing his lips to my jaw line. I smiled at the warmth it produced, disappointed as he pulled away.

"Ah~ you shouldn't do that, my dear." He warned. I leaned back, tilting my head.

"Why not? You're cold." I said. He chuckled, sounding strained.

"Yes but if you do that again without your shirt buttoned up I'm going to go completely and absolutely mad." He said. I blinked. Don't be mad. I was only trying to help.

"Oh," I said, blinking, "Don't be mad. I just wanted you to be comfortable too." I clarified, poking the tip of his nose. He careened back a moment, leaping to his feet. I glanced up, spying another Joker slip into the room. For a moment it looked like Black but he had too much red liquid on him like Red did. A fourth Joker?

"I'll be back. Don't move from that spot." He ordered, quickly retreating into the bathroom before the fourth Joker could get in. I gazed mindlessly after him kicking my feet back and forth. I like Red. He's funny.

But I love Black and White so much more.

BLACK'S POV

"This is getting f***ing dangerous..." I muttered, ripping off my clothes and leapt into the shower. We will finish with that b**** later. I have all the time in the world to make her scream in anguish. Jackie overdosed on morphine, however, is a once in a life time opportunity. Already I could see the spaced out hazy look in her eyes...hell that's fun...I snatched the soap from White's hands furiously scrubbing away the dried blood.

"Agreed." White whined hogging the water for himself underneath the one head. He rubbed the shampoo through his hair getting as much of the dried cruddy blood as he could. I grinned shoving him into the wall. He growled as I pinned him, taking some water for myself in the cramped shower. The blood ran off my skin pooling in a distributed mess and swirled down the drain.

"We're one and the same, Black. No need to get rough here." White complained as he pushed back. I growled and shoved back. His eyes came together as he spun around, head butting me. I latched my hands to his, shoving with all my might to push him back.

"In two separate bodies. We both need the shower head you little f***er and I want to get in there just as badly as you do." I barked, barring my teeth. He chuckled, smirking.

"Yes but...I was here first." I gawked at my childish counterpart as my rage turned on myself.

"Move your f***ing a** over you b******-!" I snarled back.

"Don't be so childish!" White chided, easily matching my strength. It's been a while since we warred with ourselves. We've been able to equally share everything since we are the same person. But when it comes to lying with a half naked drugged woman who I love of course I, the darker side, would want her cuddling with me first.

JACKIE'S POV

A loud thud from the bathroom caught my attention. What are they doing in there? I thought they were showering. I giggled. Hee hee...two men showering together. Awkward~ I hopped up, trotting over as loud bangs followed. Is Red and the fourth Joker fighting? I frowned. Joker and Joker shouldn't fight each other.

"Joker, you shouldn't fight with your...self...," I trailed off as I spied their naked bodies entwined over one another on the tile floor. I blinked, tilting my head at the erotic scene with the two look alike people who I love. If they were Black and White in this position sitting before me on the ground, like that...

"That's kind of hot." I breathed with a smile, giggling at their naked bodies. How silly! Why are they fighting each other?

"C-close the f***ing door-!" The fourth Joker screeched lunging forward and slamming the door in my face. I giggled. Hee hee~ I saw their butts. I don't want to be a w**** like my mamma was. I turned around dancing off to the bed. That was funny~ heh. Butt. I erupted into a fit of giggles, rolling on the cold bed sheets. They're funny.

I jumped as the door slammed open with both Red and the fourth Joker heavily breathing with extremely red faces and silky black pants loosely tied around their hips. I turned away, snickering at their faces.

"Hee~ I saw your butts." I giggled as if I saw something really bad.

"She saw us naked without us seeing her naked first...f***...," One of them mumbled, hanging his head down in embarrassment.

"This is cruel fate indeed." Red or the fourth Joker sighed.

"Ah, that's ok! I only saw your butts." I giggled at the obscene word. Butts...ha.

"Come here!" I huffed with my arms outstretched. They blankly stared at my gesture. I pouted.

"You're shirtless and cold and I even buttoned my shirt so Red won't get mad. So come here so I can warm you up!" I smiled brightly. I froze as a new thought dawned on me.

"On second thought, never mind. I'll sleep on the couch while you two get the bed." I regretfully slipped off the soft cushion trotting over to the couch. I love the Joker. Not Red and fourth Joker so I shouldn't sleep with them in the same bed. Only people who love each other can do that.

"Hey hey! Why the sudden embarrassment?!" The fourth Joker gruffly demanded, snatching my hand. I scowled at fourth Joker, slapping his hand away. He held fast, much to my displeasure.

"I can't! I can only do that with Black and White Joker!" I huffed, trying to shake my hand free. Fourth Joker's eyes scrunched together in confusion.

"Whatever do you mean dear?" Red questioned, leaning on fourth Joker. I frowned. They can't figure it out?

"You should only sleep with people that you love so I can't sleep with either of you. I want Black and White! Not Red and fourth Joker!" I wailed, struggling to shake my hand loose. They remained frozen on the spot, digesting my rejection.

"So in other words...," Red started.

"You love Joker?" They asked, combining to one voice. I scrunched up my nose.

"Of course. He's kind and loving and follows through with what he says. He's confident in all that he does and say and doesn't stumble. He continues forward no matter the obstacle. He works hard at the circus and jail but makes time for me when I want to see him. So yes. I. Love. Joker." I smiled towards the end as a warm and fuzzy feeling enveloped me. I really like them~

"Give us one moment." They said whipping out the door so fast I hardly even saw them leave. Their tapping feet faded down the hall leaving me to myself. I wonder where they are going? Oh! Could they be getting some blankets because it's so cold here? I shivered, rubbing my bare legs. I'm cold. I yawned deeply overcome by sleep. I hope they hurry - I jumped as the door burst open with both Jokers in clean outfits, huffing as they gazed over me.

"Joker!" I happily barked with a cherubic smile. I'm glad he's back. I wonder if they ran into Red and fourth Joker? I hurried over to them with arms outstretched. They reached forward snatching me up in their embraces at once. I laughed and returned the tight hug, snuggling into their warmth. I was right. This Joker is much better than Red and fourth Joker. They clutched me tighter as they nestled their foreheads into the crook of my neck. I smiled, drawing my hand through their damp hair. Did they take a shower recently too?

"I love you." He whispered pressing his lips to my neck. I giggled at their ticklish touch, grinning from ear to ear. I love them too. They are very warm.

"I love you two, Joker." I smiled kissing both of them on their foreheads. A growling hum purred in the back of their throats as Joker snatched me up in his arms, tossing me onto the bed. I bounced lightly on the soft bed as both Jokers crawled beside me, sharing their warmth with me on either side. I rolled over, wrapping my arms around Black's neck and snuggled closer to his chest. They're so warm...I sighed as they placed butterfly kisses over my shoulder and forehead making more warmth blossom with each touch. I closed my eyes falling to darkness in their soft embrace.

I love you Joker...

WHITE'S POV

I ravaged her body with savage kisses fully engulfed by desire. My clock ticked furiously as her body didn't seem to be enough. I wanted her. I wanted her everything. She said she loves us. Jackie, our most precious toy, has finally returned our feelings after courting her for so long. I hummed, capturing her lips as my warden's side took to her throat with a flurry of kissing plants. Her warm lips easily molded around my force, not bothering to fight back or struggle.

...at all...

...or even moving, for that matter...

...oh not again...

We peeled ourselves off of our favorite toy gazing over her gently breathing form. Her lips were curled up in the most beautifully adorable smile as she sighed in her sleep. I hunched over separating back into two beings.

"You have got to be F***ING KIDDING ME!" Black raged, punching the backboard with all of his frustration. The board buckled beneath his fist barely withstanding the powerful blow. I sighed and smothered myself in the pillow, trying to quiet my whines of sweet agony. "TWICE! That's f***ing twice that she's done that to us-!"

"Thrice, actually." He glared at my remark with a feeling I could only describe as wanting to cry our anger out.

"What the f**ing hell...this is getting painful-!," Black trailed off mournfully, struggling to control his rage and embarrassment at once. I sighed, struggling to quell the same problem. She said she loved us too but, the problem remains as to the circumstances within it.

"That it is. And, if you really think about it, that confession doesn't even count; she was drugged beyond measure. She didn't even recognize us with all that blood...," I trailed off, smacking my head into the backboard to distract myself from the sweetly agonizing pulses a man shouldn't have to endure for so long with the one he loves.

"...I still want to continue. Getting me fired up and then failing to receive on the other end...it's a worse torture than death." Black hungrily leered over the peacefully slumbering girl.

"If you want to continue so badly then go to that other woman for both of us." I grumbled, holding my sweet darling in my arms. She murmured in her sleep rubbing her head against my shoulder. I smiled at her innocent reaction. Black is right; this is just downright cruel and unusual torture methods. And the fact that she's not even meaning to is all the more infuriating. Black cursed and flopped down on the other side, pissed beyond all reason. I raised my eyebrow.

"What's this? I thought you were going to go and fix this little 'problem' we have here." I asked.

"Then go do it yourself." Black growled, sighing heavily into her side. I smacked my head against the pillow. I just might...I stiffened as Jackie rolled over, humming in her sleep adorably. I sighed, defeated by the little girl. I can't. Not while the woman I love is right here with me. I slipped beneath the covers, wrapping my arms around the only woman I will ever love.

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Oh~ Jokers are pissed with that poor woman! Do any of you have sympathy for her? PM or review me to let me know~ And Jackie on drugs is interesting, no? Muwhahaha~ Until next time my little chickadees! And again I apologize if the writing was too gory and suggestive up top~ I tried to tone it down! Let me know if I succeeded or not. Thank you!