Kait: One thing i love about the Joker, is he never swore the entire Dark Knight movie. Other villians in movies or criminals swear all the time to make them seem all cool and hip. But the Joker? Never did. I loved it. He talked so formally too and ugh...That's a weakness of mine. Those who speak formally i go weak in the knees for! Another example...V for Vendetta's V. Daaaaaaaaaaamn. Okay I'm done hehe.

Note: Meg was my beta until chapter 29 or so. I have deleted (due to how unnessary they were) some of the things and conversations me and Meg had in the authors note. Now they hold no point, because all it was saying was "sorry for lack of update" or "I don't know how next chapter is going to be" or "review". Then Sydney became my beta/co author past chapter 29


Chapter 12

Nichole was disgusted, and terrified, and yet felt very relieved on the inside.

She was putting her life endanger right now to save Tom.

She was acting very heroish. Not like her at all. Normally, to be quiet honest, if placed in a situation with death, she would back the hell away from it. But this was someone that was going to die for her. And that's not right. If she was going to die, let it happen. Not taking others down in the process. But either way, she didn't want to die.

But the look in the Joker's eyes held a promise, that she would indeed die. Just not at this soon.

As long as Tom is alive...As long as he is alive. Nichole thought to herself. You did it Nichole...you saved him. He's going to be alright because of you.

The van pulled up to the house Nichole wished she would never see again. The Joker grinned looking at his watch less wrist, then looked forward at the driver. "I wanted to be back here quicker. You drive a little to slow for uh, my taste." The Joker reached into his pocket, retrieving a gun and shooting the driver in the back of the head. Nichole screamed out of habit from the sound and the splatter of blood that stained the front window.

She should be used to the sight of blood by now, seeing as so many people have been killed in front of her, but its just not something that goes over well with her, thank you very much. Bits of his brain were seeping down onto the space between the driver's seat and passenger seat. She had to look away.

The Joker slide his door opened, getting out of the car. Nichole followed slowly behind him, seeing no point in fighting him.

The air was much cooler and the sun had gone down, and her being in a tank top did not help her freezing self. The Joker placed a hand on her back and pushed her to move faster. She shuddered at his touch.

The Joker held in a laugh as she shuddered, and lead her inside; even holding the door open for her. He was pretending to act like a gentlemen at the moment. Just waiting to get up the stairs and switch his act up. They walked up the stairs to his room.

They reached his door, he fumbled in his pocket for some keys and unlocked the door. He pushed Nichole, and not very gently at that, inside the room. He locked the door behind him, then turned around and shot a mischievous smile at her. She backed up a bit, but he followed her. He walked slightly faster than her and shot forward with an extended hand, wrapping it around her throat slamming her into the wall.

"Yanno." He began.

She put a hand up on his to try and break free of his grip. She let out a series of grunts and yelps as he tightened his hold making it hard for her to breath. She sounded like a dying animal. But really...she was expecting this. She had run away from him. She provoked him.

"I never thought you would actually try and escape again. I thought I uh, taught you many times what happens when you do, but obviously.... You didn't get the message-jah. You didn't listen to me. People need to learn to listen to me. I never lie to them when I tell them the consquences for their actions." He flicked his tongue over his chap lips and around the edges of his scars, grinning as he did so. "Now say your sorry and I will think about going easy on uh...you." He tightened his hold on her neck even more, if that was possible.

She let out a squeal, that came out more like a squeak. She clawed and scratched at his hand that was around her neck, but he didn't seem to care one bit. She managed to squeak out, "S...Ssssss.....Sorry!"

He kept his grip on her. "Oh ho ho but you will be." He let go of her neck and she grabbed onto it, chocking and sliding down towards the ground while leaning her weight on the wall, but the Joker took her by the chin and kept her standing up.

His eyes grew intense as he questioned her. "So why did you leave? Are you not happy here?" He chuckled. "Can't see why." He got in closer to her, crushing her rib cage with his chest. He rubbed her neck, faking careness in his facial expression. He loved to put on acts. She moved her head to the right avoiding eye contact, but he gripped her face turning her head back to face him. "I think, I already went uh easy....on you. I didn't end up killing your little Tom, today. You should be happy."

She spat out at him. "But you nearly did kill him you bastord!" She was met with a hard smack to the face, but she braced herself before hand knowing very well that she was going to get it. She didn't care at this point, she knew he was going to kill her.

"Tut. Tut. Tut. Still haven't learned to keep your negative comments to yourself? I'm appauled. Maybe I should go back and kill your Tom. Maybe that would teach you the lesson." He chimed.

Nichole instantly screamed without thinking, "NO!"

The Joker blinked a few times, pretending as if her loud screaming was hurting his eardrums, before he patted her cheek, with the hand that was gripping it, and said "I knew you'd see things my way."

"Please....just don't hurt him. Please leave him alone and I-I-I- I promise. I will never try to escape again!" She pleaded. "Just leave him out of this! It's me you want!"

He made a clicking noise in his mouth, before saying, "Don't make a promise you can't keep. It only leads to bad things." She opened her mouth to say something, but he stopped her by placing a finger on her mouth. "You see Nikki, If I had uh killed your Tom there, I'd have nothing to threaten you with but your own life at the moment, soooooo you would easily try and escape again-nah.....And what fun is it to have you escape? I'm not the type of guy that goes around chasing things. Well, of course, besides the Batman. Only reason I am chasing you is because once I start something...I like to finish. I believe you have avoided a bomb being strapped to you three times already. My my...lucky aren't we? Oh well...Some other time then."

He backed up a little, having a wicked grin on his face. After a moment of staring at her with a smile he spoke again.

"Take off my jacket." He said flatly out of the blue.

She blinked, not expecting him to ask that of her. She hesitantly walked foreward towards him and veered to the left so she was behind him. She saw his eyes watch her every movement. She reached up and slide his jacket off. "Where do you want me to-"

"Do I look like I care?" He said irritated, rolling his eyes.

She shook her head and then placed the jacket on the desk's chair, hiding a whimper. He motioned her to come over to him again, and now leaned on the wall behind him.

"Now my gloves, tie, and uh vest....My hands are just so tired from tying up Tom and picking those locks on that warehouse that I don't think I could manage."

"Do it yourself...." She said without thinking, in an irritated tone of voice under her breath.

The Joker took the side of her head and then smashed it against the wall next to him. She screamed in pain, bringing her hand up to her head. No blood was flowing out of it, but a bruise, she could tell was already forming.

"Your comments hurt me Nichole. They really do....Now do what I asked of you." She stood there, frozen still clutching onto her head. "DO WHAT I ASKED OF YOU!" He yelled growing impatient.

She jumped in her spot then rushed over, starting to untie his tie, feeling very light headed and as if her face had been torn off. She actually missed reaching for his tie and her hand landed on his chest for a moment, before she finally found it and started to undo it. She had a little bit of trouble, so she finished untying it rather slowly to avoid choking him, but the Joker didn't seem to mind. She could feel his breath on her face as she slide the tie off of him and threw it on the ground. She then grabbed a hold of his hand. He gave her hand a squeeze, before she slide the purple fabric off of his hand, and then took the other glove of the other hand. She let them fall out from her hands as they both were off.

He grinned as she moved to his vest, unbuttoning everything to expose his light blue, hexagon patterned shirt underneath it. He finished his vest for her feeling very antsy, letting it drop to the ground. He wrapped one arm around her waist pulling her closer, her chin rested on his chest and she was forced to look up at him. This position was causing the air in her throat to be very little.

He smiled, "Yanno, I just realized something. You remind me of Batman in so many ways. You both are just too much fun. You entertain me. But unlike Batman, I would kill you in a heart beat, because that in itself is fun." He chuckled, as she shuddered involuntarily against him. He could speak so formally, and without the slightiest bit of care about him wanting to kill her. "But...like I was saying, you and batman both bring a smile to my face." He licked his lips. "I think you should be smiling too Nichole. Because this is all fun.....Smile for me will ya? If you don't....I know just how to make one appear on that pale....frightened face of yours." He stroked the side of her face with his bare hand for a moment, before placing both his hands on her hips.

He held onto both of her hips in a tighter grasp suddenly and then flung her backwards. She braced for a painful impact, but was surprised when her body came crashing down onto a mattress. She laid there for a few moments taking in the fact the Joker's bed saved her from pain, and then leaned upwards on her elbows, her legs still laying down. Her vision went black for a moment, before she was able to focus and see where the Joker was in the room. The shadows in the room caused his figure to be even more frightening. The makeup seemed to be shades darker with the shadows mixing his black and white covered face with shades of grey. He was by the desk; already he had taken off his shoes and socks, and now was working on unbuttoning his shirt.

It hit her.

Him taking off his clothes.

Saying he was going to put a smile on her face.

The look in his eyes; filled with lust and want.

She knew in her mind it was coming one day or another, but with the event about to happen now...she never felt so scared. She had never felt so unprepared. She had never felt so....numb.

She gulped, scanning the room and everything around her, for something she could use; to maybe hit the Joker with, or distract him with so she could run out of the room.

But he locked the door. Damn it!!!! Her panicky mind thought. How can I talk my way out of this one!

Her mind was racing for an answer to her answerless question.

She heard clothing come in contact with the ground and looked back over at the Joker. His shirt was off, revealing his upper torso. It was filled with old battle scars and some that were just healing. He had some muscles, but not over the top or something that would turn heads.

She wanted this all to be a dream, but knew it to be not true. The fear was real.

The Joker must have saw the look in her eyes and he smirked finding it to be an opportune moment to mess with her, "Aren't I a dish?" He laughed, unbuckling his belt and throwing it to the side. Then stalked over to the bed rather slowly. Each step he took echoed in her frightened mind; his bare feet coming in contact with the hard wood floor and growing louder as the bed was right in front of him. He withdrew his knife clicking it open, and got onto the bed as quick as an animal pouncing its' prey.

But in reality she was his prey.

Nichole was too much in shock to react.

He straddled himself on top of Nichole, sitting on her stomach. He grinned bending down and cutting the two straps of her tank top and then tearing it down the middle. He ripped it off of her, and she flushed with embarrassment as he exposed her bra.

He threw his knife off to the side and looked down at her.

"Please.....stop." Was all she could think to say, and all she could say, in nothing but a faint whisper. Her nerves made her feel like she was going to throw up.

She didn't know how to reaction; how to respond. She just froze. She had been able to feel the fabric of her clothing come off, but...she felt as if there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"But...it's. Too. Much. Fun." He laughed.

He began to reach for her jeans, when she snapped and tried to attack him. She brought her knee up and tried to hit him in the groin. She ended up hitting the side of it, and litterally gaged at the feeling of it against her knee, even though it was blocked by his pant's fabric. He grunted, feeling the small blow to his groin, and she took this moment to bring her hands up and try to shove him off. Her hands felt as if they were burning against his bare chest.

The Joker then brought his hand up and backhanded her with such force, her head hit the backboard.

The pain on her head paralyzed her and kept her from moving. She shut her eyes trying to get the pain to stop and get the feeling of blood running through her head, instead of the weightless air that felt like it inhabited it.

While she was in this state, The Joker was able to scoot back on her, so he was sitting more on her hips, than her stomach.

Not him. Not him! Anyone but him! She screamed in her mind.

The Joker then leaned foreward and snaked his arms under her back trying to undo her bra.

Nichole could feel his bare skin against her stomach and that was the thing to get her to fight back again.

NO! I won't let this happen! I won't let it!

She let out an ear piercing scream and started to attack him as much and as visciously as she could. She clawed at his chest, leaving scratch marks and trying to cause him to back off from the pain. She trashed her arms and legs around and then punched him as he arched his back fro mthe unexpected attacks she was bestowing upon him. She hit him on the side of the face; makeup smearing and all.

She squirmed her whole body underneath him. Litterally no part of her was remaining still. She was going to get him off of her at all costs.

She then took hold of his hair and started to pull harshly at it, ripping some out.

It hit her as a complete fear at the fact, as she pulled out his hair, it did not appear to affect him. Literally he did not wince, nor groan at it. She looked at his clump of dirty green tinted hair in her hand and shook it out of her hand. She continued to scratch at him now, chipping away at her own fingernails in the process and causing many to bleed themseleves, but she did not care.

He was now able to react, as the entire time he was trying to get a firm grip on her hands.

He growled. "You're wasting your time!"

He then grabbed hold of a chunk of her hair on the side of her head and began to pull on it with no mercy. She screamed, bringing a hand up to his hand, trying to push it down to her scalp so the pressure would stop.

The panic she felt, caused breathing to come at a difficult cost.

I can't hurt him! He's too strong! She thought hopelessly.

She had never been so panicked and so scared in her life.

Anything but this! Oh my god! I can't let him! I won't! Fight Nichole! She tried to tell herself.

She started pounding at his face and chest again, throwing her hands in any direction; completely overtaken with fear. Each time her hand would come in contact with him, she'd quickly move her hand to punch at another spot on him, since his hands were moving with hers trying to hold onto them.

He leaned his weight up, so he was sitting on her once again and then he brought his hand up in the air.

He then slapped her with all his might, giving her the hardest slap he had ever inflicted on a person.

Nichole blacked out at that moment. Darkness overtook her eyes, but she could feel and hear everything.

Pain was seering on her cheek where he slapped her. It took her a moment to realize one of the sounds she was hearing was her own scream of agony. Never had she screamed so hard in her life. Never had her face burned from such an attack in her life.

The darkness covering her eyes faded and she was able to open her eyes, but she could not get her body to move. She was in a complete daze of pain.

The Joker was reaching yet again to take off her bra.

Nichole made the tiniest movement, shifting her body less than an inch to the left from the pain and trying to stop him. The small movement she did may even be unnoticed to someone who was not paying attention, but the Joker saw it and could see she was starting to come back to her senses after his hard slap.

She moved her legs from underneath him, just a little bit; too weak to make any big attempts to stop him.

The Joker then leaned back slightly and did something that was not nessisary, but it felt as if it was to him.

He threw a fist down and punched her in the eye. Then without giving her a second to react or even scream, he punched her again with his other hand, sending the fist of no mercy down upon the side of her face.

Nichole lost consciousness at that point, for a moment. The Joker took this time to lean to one side of her, and unbutten her pants. He slide them off with ease, due to her being blacked out.

Nichole could feel everything though. She could feel the fabric of her pants sliding off her slowly and hear it being thrown off the bed. she then felt the Joker finally remove her bra and throw that as well to the ground. He sat back on her looking down at her dazed self, bare and exposed to him.

When she finally came around, she felt so weak and her head was throbbing in so much pain, she thought he had cracked her skull open.

"Ugh...get off of me." She cried out, weakly. It came out as nothing more than a disgruntled whisper.

He grinned down at her. "Well nice of you to come around again. Don't want you sleeping when the show is just begining." He nodded at her, then looked back down at her chest.

Embarrassment flooded her face. "No...No!" She said in her whisper scream. Tears started to flow out of her eyes. The eye he had punched was growing a faint purple bruise around it, to match the numerous other bruises dressed on her face and body.

He looked back up at her for a brief moment, placing one of his hands on her face, digging his fingernails into her skin.

"Oh, don't cry. I'm just admiring art work here doll." He grinned, leaning down. He aimed to kiss her face, but Nichole leaned her head out of the way so the Joker settled for kissing and sucking on her neck.

She wished she could die right then and there. She wanted her head to be detatched from her body. It had never felt that much pain before. The room was spinning around her, and everything was blurry.

She then felt one of his hands starting to grope at her womenhood above her underwear. He was starting to pull on it, trying to take it off.

"Please don't! Tell me this isn't happening! Don't....Stop!" Her voice started to pick up on volume, but she still sounded so weak.

Her whole body felt numb, and as if nothing around her was actually happening. She was in a state of shock.

The Joker took his hand and pressed it into her shoulder tightly. He broke skin on it yet again with his over sharpened fingernails. "Why are you so upset sweetie? Aren't you happy this is happening?" He tilted his head, trying to hide his humor by putting on a serious face. "Oh...Is it that you want Tom doing this?"

As he said the word 'this' he snaked his hand under the cloth around her womenhood and inserted a finger in her wiggling it around a few times.

"YOU SICK FUCK!" Nichole yelled, finally gaining some strenght back due to her fear.

"Oh what was that Nichole? Was that a no? Do you want me to stop? I don't know, maybe I should cut you some slack, should I? You have been through a lot today."

He kept his single finger in her the entire time, and just stared at her in dead silence. She stared back, in a state of fear, locked by his dark black tunnel-like eyes that could easily be compared to his black hole of a heart. He looked at her as if he was honestly in thought, considering letting her go. He made no facial movements, nor did his body move.

She felt disgusted by his finger inside of her, but made no attempt at the moment to shift him out of her. She didn't know if he was actually going to let her go or not. He was unpredictable.

He suddenly spooke in a booming, humored tone of voice. "No, I don't think I won't, because I don't care what you think! I don't care what you want at the moment! The look on your face when you actual had a glimer of hope I was going to stop! It was priceless! But I am not Nichole! Not when I have my dinner all heated on and served on a sliver platter in front of me! So suck it up sweetheart! Sit back and enjoy the show!"

He took his hand that was pressing her shoulder into the mattress and placed it onto her left breast and then moved his finger that was still inside of her back and forth, in a quick pace.

He leaned down and smashed his mouth onto hers, taking no time to beat around the bush. He sucked and bite at her lips that tried to remained together and block him out. He squeezed his tongue in and licked inside her wet mouth, moving her tongue up and down with his.

He then squeezed down on her breast as she began to squirm again from under him. She screamed in the utter most pain. It felt like he was trying to squeeze them flat off of her.

Goosebumps were all over her.

Its not that she was cold, but more like frightened.

Embarrassed.

Ashamed.

And in shock.

But not cold at all.

His body was very warm against hers. Sweat from her body transferred to his.

The only cold feelings within her was her numbness.

His finger was burning her insides yet again.

Sobs left her mouth and directly went into his mouth, that was connected to hers; no space was between them at this point. He was leaning his entire body weight into her and his arousment pressing into her leg, through his pants. Even though it was covered with cloth, it felt like it was burning her.

He then removed his finger from her and then pulled her undergarments down all the way, smirking as she yelped and tried to stop him. He took hold of her wrists, backing his mouth away from hers and pinned them to her sides. He sent a quick stun slap to her face again, making her unable to move for a few moments. In this time he took off his own boxers.

When Nichole came around again, trying her best to ignore the pain, she noticed something she hadn't before. On his upper bare leg was a strap that held a knife to him. She gulped at the sight as he reached back for it and pulled it from its leather small holder.

She could feel his hard length on her leg at this point, and felt no cloth seperating it from her.

He brought the knife in front of her face, letting it caress her skin as a warning. He was showing it off, to remind her what he could grab at any point and use.

He placed the knife by her neck. "You can't escape this Nikki....." He hissed through his teeth in laughter. "An escape artist with no more tricks up her sleeve. Poor you." He placed a fake sad face on, as if he pity'd her.

Leaving the knife by her neck, he leaned down and kissed her once more, biting down on her lips; flicking his tongue into hers. She fought her tongue back in anger and fear since now he had a knife to her neck, and he enjoyed it. He was finally getting her to join in the "fun". He felt his body tense up, he couldn't do this foreplay anymore. He had to do something, and do it now.

He positioned himself in between her legs by shifting his body. Nichole's eye widdened as she knew what was coming next. There was nothing she could do to stop it. Fear overpowered her body. Sweat lined every inch of her.

And then thrust himself inside of her quickly, giving her him fully in the first blow.

This being his first time with her in an act such as this...He wasn't looking for a prolonged experiance. He wanted to "test" her out. See what he was working with here so to speak. He didn't intend for the first time to be the best or the longest experiance with her. He just needed to slowly get used to her and figure out her weak points. If he really was wanting this to be long, he would have fondeled her breasts a bit more.

Her whole body went numb.

She tried to scream but it came out as a choking noise.

He did not mean to, but he pressed his knife deeply into Nichole's neck, his muscles went tense and then he began to thrust forwards and backwards into her. She couldn't breath, it hurt too much and it felt like a huge task in itself to breath.

It felt like a dagger inside of her, repeatedly being pushed back and forth into her body, in a rythem.

She groaned out in absolute pain.

She was dry and tight, so these factors worked against her. It made it feel like he was burning her insides; tearing her up.

She was so disgusted, the bile from her stomach went into her mouth and she had to quickly swallow to avoid throwing up. As she did so, it happened to be a moment, he was moving foreward into her, so she began to choke as the pain overtook her and the bile in her throat became stuck. She managed to swallow, but not without causing tears and coughs to escape her mouth.

He sped up, trying to go deeper and deeper into her.

She couldn't even cry; sweat dripped down her and she could swear she could hear a slight sticky noise each time the Joker's upper torso went up and down off of her, due to her sweat. She grabbed onto the sheets tightly trying to get her mind off the pain, but she couldn't. The more she moved and thrashed her head, the more his knife went into it.

And do you know what The Joker did as he watched her helpless body squirm and cry as he pressed deeper into her?

He laughed.

It started like a normal laugh, but it got louder and more insane as he continued.

She then reached up, and put her hands out, landing them on his chest, and clawed into it with her fingernails. "Stop!"

He acted against her; now each time he would thrust into her, he'd crush her arms underneath him. Her attempt to push him off of her was useless.

He laughed more, biting her neck. "You can't tell me what to do!" he yelled into her ear. His voice shaky, as if he was holding back something.

As he leaned his head down, his voice then got deep and he whispered aggressively into her ear. "You belong to me now."

That sentence, made her mind turn to mush. She truely felt hopeless and as if what he was saying was true. It sparked her thinking into a complex fear, that caused her to stop moving all together. Her hands fell limp by the sides of her head and goosebumps covered every inch of her sweating body.

"You disgusting pig..." She whispered; her voice shaking.

The Joker tensed as she grunted in pain on his next thrust, that he made sure would be extra painful.

He was taking pleasure from it and he came to conclude that this test ride on Nichole was very enjoyable for him. In the back of his mind he thought to himself he would have to try foreplay for a longer amount of time and try different types of moves later if Nichole was around much longer and he was ever in the mood to do this sort of thing again. He took away the knife that was against her neck and threw it across the room. It hit the opposite wall with a loud thud, and remained attatched to it. He placed that hand on the back of her hips and he kept his other hand on the bed, directly next to her face.

He pulled her into him now, squeezing every inch of his length into her.

He wanted to hear her beg for mercy.

"No.....No! Stop it!" She said, but in a way that sounded not convincing at all. Her weak state, caused her voice to waver. The pain devouring every inch of her body.

"Jooooo-ker! STOP!" She grunted loudly. Her mouth hung open, she shut her eyes tightly. Her screams lasted a good few seconds.

The Joker, who was breathing very heavily, gave one last thrust, and he gave. She felt a warm liquid enter her. It felt like it was burning her up from the inside.

The Joker collapsed on top of her, laying there. His head turned leaning on her breast. He then removed himself from her and rolled off of her, landing on to the spot next to her on the bed. Nichole laid there in shock. The only sound heard was both of their loud breathing.

Both of them sweating a lot.

Her from fear and pain.

Him from pleasure.

He broke the silence feeling like pillow talk was just the thing to tick her off even more now. He leaned upwards peering down at her grinning.

"You seemed to enjoy that-tah." He chuckled, jokingly.

She didn't have the energy to glare at him. She just laid there gazing up at the ceiling, the only thing escaping her mouth was her loud breaths. He nudged her side with his elbow and she shuffled a bit, trying to scoot away from him and towards the wall the bed was up against. She would be boxed in if he were to try to scoot closer to her. She wondered if he planned this.

Nichole did not want to even see him anymore out of the corner of her eye so she rolled over on her side so her back was facing him and she was staring at the wall. The Joker grabbed her shoulder forcefully and made her body turn so she would be laying facing him. She didn't put a fight...because she physically could not. She was drained.

He grinned placing his hand on her hip, letting it relax there on her bare skin while he was looking deep into her eyes. She manged to move her eyebrows downward and glare at him.

Her insides felt as if they split into two pieces.

"Oooh. Don't be like that Nichole. You should feel lucky. Lucky that your still living after that ordeal. I could have easily slipped that knife deeper into your throat." He leaned up grabbing the comforter and throwing it on top of them. It was then Nichole realized her neck was bleeding quite a lot, and it stung. She knew that tomorrow she would be in so much pain. The blankets on and under her were slowly being stained with her sweat and blood; though she was so numb she could not feel it running down her skin and onto where she laid.

"You should be thanking me." He cooed.

"For.....For what?" She said, in a not as irritated as she had hoped toned. She still sounded like a lost puppy out on a street corner.

He yanked on her hair, then hissed into her ear. "For claiming you. Because in doing so, I'm shielding you from those unworthy, like Tommy boy, or some other dim witted man."

"You don't own me!" She yelled at him, sending saliva into his face. He didn't care.

He kept his mouth by her ear and said very calmly into her ear. "Oh but I do. You see, I own you forever. Since I have claimed you, no one else will want you ever. Not even as a friend."

"I'm not going to be here forever! I'm going to get out of here." She said forcefully. She didn't know why, but after having sex with him, she felt like she could say anything to him. Maybe because she knew he was tired and wouldn't really do much, or because she was so angry and ashamed she didn't care if she died at that moment.

"Oh I knoooooow you are not going to be here forever. But you will be mine so as as you uh live. Because, I am going to end your life. Now don't ask when, because I don't plan things like that-tah. It could be in a month, a week, or heck even tomorrow. I'm not a man of plans. People think I am, but I just go with the flow of things, unlike these idiots who run the world that think far into the future. But my point is, I am going to end your life, so really you would have been mine forever. Forever meaning of course, your life span. Because like I said. You're so much fun. Killing you will be fun. But you still have uses. Maybe just a few, or many some uses I haven't even discovered yet. But believe me I will." He laughed.

He tightened his hold on her, pulling her close to him. Her head smashed into his chest. He was still breathing very heavily.

Wow. I wore out the Joker. She thought absently.

She could feel his groin on her as he pressed the entire font side of her body into him.

He licked his lips once more, shutting his eyes.

Nichole laid there.

Everything that just happened didn't hit her yet.

The pain in her body was all numb for some reason.

Nothing hurt.

And her mind was upset by the fact the Joker just raped her. She guessed she was in shock, and everything would hit her tomorrow. And she started to wonder.

What other uses could I have? Why couldn't the Joker just kill me? This really was the most horrible situation I have ever been it.

She laid there for hours upon hours, unable to sleep. The Joker was asleep as evident by his breathing patterns. Nichole felt very uncomofortable being smashed and held tightly too him.

A big break hit her, when in his sleep, the Joker's arms went to his sides and he rolled over so his back was to her. As soon as he did that Nichole scooted as far as she could to the wall close to her and rolled on her own side, facing away from the Joker.

She wiped the dried blood off of her shoulder blade and shut her eyes.

It took her another hour to fall asleep since her nerves were so high....