WARNING: There is a sex scene in this. It's a rather graphic scene of sexual nature between the Joker and Laiss. Not as bad as the assault scene from the last chapter, but somewhat vaguely familiar. (There is an old saying, you can't rape the willing, and she's willing she just is, well nervous and frightened. Huge difference between what happened in the last chapter and what happens in this one even if it doesn't seem that way.) There's also some sexual wording sprinkled around in a few spots.
Ew boy I'm sorry. I'm very very sorry . Someone wrote a review and said that the last part of the chapter was hard for them to read because of the sexual assault content. If it makes anyone feel any better, I had an extremely difficult time getting through that scene and had to stop and leave the room a few times while writing it. I have difficulty with assault scenes period, but sexual assault scenes hit just a little too close to home. At any rate, if there's going to be any sexual encounters or anything of sexual nature I will put a nice big warning on the top of the chapter and list what type of sexual content is going to be in the chapter, like I did with this one. I was so caught up in trying to get this story updated that I completely forgot to include a warning at the top of the chapters.
And hey hey now lol…someone is extremely intelligent for figuring out who Morgan truly is. Oh there's plenty more surprises coming up. And no, I didn't forget about Scarecrow either. He's coming. And so is batsey! This chapter is kind of crappy if you ask me. Rather fluffy and fantastical. I needed this one to bridge to the other ones. You'll see what I mean.
On a separate note, you may all be wondering why doesn't Laiss just blast the Joker into a million pieces, for which she is perfectly capable of. Or why she doesn't just high tail it out of there, something which she isn't fully capable of but could at least attempt it. Or why she's being such a…twit. If you loved someone, I mean really truly loved them with all your heart, you'd be acting the same way. True love makes you very stupid. At least of all the things in the world, I know that to be true. I'm trying to get that across in this story, the whole concept of true love completely rules and consumes you. And oh, believe me, it does.
And for crying out LOUD. I keep writing the word through, as thru. It's a really stupid habit I have. If you see the word thru anywhere in here let me know. I checked over this chapter a few times but I'm not feeling all that great right now (see paragraph below) so I might have missed a few of them or some other silly errors.
And I'm sorry I haven't updated sooner. I planned to have this all done by the end of March, but that doesn't look like it's going to happen. Figures the minute I get a nice lull in work, I get sick. I've been really sick for two weeks straight now. I'm feeling better now, and will resume writing again tomorrow and over the weekend. So now that I've flapped my lips for a few paragraphs here, on with the story.
I'm sitting in the shower crying silently, curled into a ball letting the water cascade down me. I've already washed myself ten times over trying wash away the abuse I just suffered in that closet. I've never had a man that close to me before. I feel dirty, and ashamed. The drugs are completely worn off now, and I'm contemplating escaping tonight as soon as everyone is passed out. I just want to go home…I'm not ready for all of this… We've been home for hours now, and it's late. Most of the girls have already filtered in the house after entertaining the Joker's associates, and have tucked themselves away into their rooms. I have eaten again and the Joker's request, and now here I sit, trying not to puke. A soft knock comes from the door.
"Please go away!" I call out. I hear silence again. He must be pacing out there, I can feel his anxiety.
After another twenty minutes of trying to compose myself, I step out of the shower, dry myself off, comb my hair out and put my powder and deodorant on. I take the blow dryer off the counter, dry my hair then brush it out. I slowly brush my teeth looking at my face. You can see where that bastard bit me.
I open the door and he's standing right there and I let out a small shriek. He just smiles at me. I walk around him to the closet, with him following me.
"Are you sure he didn't uh…"
I sigh as I'm looking thru the night clothes. "No he didn't. I told you…almost."
"How close is almost?" I stop and look at him.
"He had his…thing pressed into my bare skin and was about to jam it into me when you showed up." His face becomes violent and he snorts. "You wanted to know." I had barely said two words since we left there.
He walks out and leaves me to get dressed. I smirk and tip toe into his clothes. I smirk and pull out one of his white t-shirts. I slip it on and it goes almost to my knees. I pull up the fabric and sniff it. It smells just like him. I wrap my arms around myself walking out of the closet. I can hear him in the shower again. I decide to tip toe out of the room down the hall to see if there is an room that's free that I can stay in. At the very end of the hallway there is a doorway that's opened. I peek inside seeing that no one is inside. It looks like no one has stayed in here in a while. I reach in clicking the main light on and close the door quietly behind me. The room is modest, with a nice white dresser and vanity mirror. There is a nice double bed with pink blankets and pillow cases. The curtains are pink as well. The walls are plain marble. The floor has a beautiful oriental area rug sprawled out almost the entire size of the room. Walking over I click on the lamp by the side of the bed. I notice this room also has a small bathroom attached to it, with a shower, toilet and sink. I skip back over and click the main light off. The little lamp gives the soft glow that reminds me of my lamp at home. Home. School will be starting soon. Will this all just…go away? Is this the only adventure I'll ever have in my life? I probably hit my head and am in a coma. This all can't be real. My mind is racing, and I doubt I'll even fall asleep. The bed looks so comfy though. I curl up under the blankets cuddling down. I sigh closing my eyes. So peaceful. So quiet. So nice. I lay here for what seems like an eternity.
SLAM SLAM SLAM…
I jerk up out of the bed, eyes wild. Someone is smashing the bed room door up the hallway from me. I slip out of bed, tip toe to the door, place my ear up against the door and listen. I hear a door open.
"Where is she!" The Joker snarls at whoever it was that opened the door.
"Well hello there, where's who?" I can hear Angelina's sleepy voice followed by a few giggles.
"What's going on?" I hear more voices, more doors opening. I can hear giggling and cooing.
"You know very well who Angelina!" I hear her grunt as he slaps her. I gasp slightly. I really hope he didn't hit her in the face.
"I-I swear I haven't seen her!" Her small voice is wavering.
"No me either."
"Don't look at me I have no idea!"
"I swear I haven't seen her." The chorus of voices goes quiet and I hear someone whispering something. I can hear numerous footsteps coming towards my door. My eyes get wide as I back away from the door. Oh shit…busted.
SLAM SLAM SLAM
When he knocks on the door I almost jump out of my skin throwing my hands over my mouth so I don't scream. My heart starts pounding again, this reminds me of the time I was in the closet with Sadie. The door knob turns, starts to rattle when it doesn't open. I had locked the door behind me out of habit.
"Open this door right now." The Joker's voice is harsh, dangerous.
I swallow hard, turning the lock. The door immediately swings open. Standing outside the door, is Jack Napier. In nothing but a towel. Fresh out of the shower. Hair glistening and wet. Skin glowing. Muscles twitching with every small movement. I stop breathing again. Behind him is an army of girls of all different ages, looks, and sizes. They all have mixed looks. Some look pissed, some look giddy seeing him like this, some look tired. Most of them are dressed in a whole lot of nothing, wearing just their underpants and slinky tank tops.
"And what do you think you're doing??" He snaps at me.
I let out a burst of air. "I…I was just…there was no one in here I figured I could sleep in here."
"Is…is that one of my shirts?" He says raising an eyebrow looking down at what I'm wearing. All the girls gasp and have this ut oh look on their face. I fear I'm in for it.
"Um…yes…sorry I just…I'll take it off if you want." I don't even realize what I just said. His face curls up into a wicked smile as he drops his head, giving me that damn wolf look. A few girls giggle at my stupidity making my face blush. I bite my lip wrapping my arms around myself.
"Come on." He says holding his hand out. "You sleep with me in my bed."
"B-ut but…but I…" I say backing up.
He drops his gaze to give me that dangerous look still holding out his hand. "Laiss come on."
"Why can't I sleep in here? I mean there's no one in here…I really don't think…" He walks closer to me and I shrink back.
"Laiss come on." He repeats it very slowly, very roughly.
All the girls are looking at each other, whispering. I look at his hand then back into his eyes. He smacks his lips at me and gets a devilish grin. "Or should I drop the towel?" This makes the girls break out into fits of giggles, and soft cheers. My eyes bug out and my mouth comes open. I can feel my face flushing bright red again. I reach up slowly taking his hand. He turns around and walks in front of me. The girls part for us to walk through. I can feel them staring at me.
"Get back to bed all of you." He yells over his shoulder at them.
They all scurry into their rooms and I hear doors quietly shutting, inside the girls are giggling and talking now. He leads me to the bedroom and lets me go in first. I walk over to the bed and sit down. Oh I don't even believe this. I look up and he's gone in the closet getting dressed. I put my head back down. I hear him walk out of the closet. I'm afraid to even look at what he might of dressed himself in. Lord only knows what he sleeps in. What if he sleeps naked…I cringe. He walks in front of me and stops. I can see his feet and the bottoms of his legs. I slowly trace my eyes up his body, up his muscular calves, to his shorts he's wearing. They are silky, sapphire blue. I try not to dwell my eyes too long on the huge bulge in his crotch. Big cock….very fucking big cock….Jesus Christ…I quickly jerk my eyes to his face.
"It doesn't bite you know." He smiles looking down at his cock.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try not to look at him. I hear him giggle as he walks off to his table. I can hear bottles clinking again. I look up and see that he's going to give me another shot.
"Is that really necessary?" I say to him.
"Why yes, yes it is." He whispers, walking back over to me holding out his hand.
"Please no." I whimper.
"Come on, I'll sleep better. Unless you prefer that I can't sleep…" He shakes his eyebrows at me, clicking his tongue. Pervert. I give him my right arm. "That's a good girl." he slowly injects me with the medicine.
When he walks away I crawl up to one of the pillows coming to rest on the farthest corner of the bed. I'm so close to the edge of the bed if I move the wrong way I will topple out. I reach down pulling the blankets up over me. I curl myself up away from the other side of the bed. The lights click out making me whimper. A nightlight clicks on lighting up the room. Thank God. I feel him pull the covers down. He slides into the bed, pulling the covers around. I hear him sigh.
"Is that really necessary?" he says behind me.
"I'll sleep better." I mock him. This causes him to giggle as he shifts towards me. I feel his hand on my shoulder and my eyes squeeze shut.
"Laiss…" He whispers in my ear. I mumble hmmm?. "I'm sorry. For what uh happened earlier. I shouldn't of left you alone. You're a sexy, young, beautiful girl and those men are pigs." I roll my eyes.
"That's an understatement." I grumble out.
"Laiss…" His breath tickles my ear causing my heart to flutter.
I don't even respond.
"Hey…"
"Yes?" I whisper.
"You look really cute in my clothes…" he whispers.
I smile, sighing slightly. The sound of his voice in my ears is making me shake worse. I can feel his heat radiating into my back. His hand slowly traces down my arm. His skin is so soft, so completely touchable. He smells so divine, like rain and woods and wicked yummy guy cologne. (A/N: LOL I seriously couldn't think of a single cologne, so insert your favorite male cologne here.) My shaking vibrates the entire bed.
"Are you…alright?"
"No." I whimper out. I want to touch him. I want to love him. I want to kiss him. I never want this to end. And it will. My chest caves in, my eyes well with tears. He's just using me. He doesn't really love me. Yes he does Laiss…he must…no he doesn't…stop being so naïve…but he treats me better than the others….he probably treated them all like that at first…and then…A hot tear spills out dropping to the pillow.
"What's wrong?" He whispers reaching over to run his hand down my hair. I shrink away from him, curling down into the pillow. His hand comes to my face, gently he turns my head to look at me.
"I told you not to cry it drives me…" He stops when he sees the hurt in my eyes. Slowly he runs his hand along my face wiping off the tears that have spilled. "crazy." He finishes his sentence quietly.
"This is all just a joke, isn't it?" I whisper to him, looking in his eyes.
"No Laiss it isn't." His eyes are tender now.
"You have an entire harem here, of string walkers you…you fuck them all…you're just using me. I'm just a toy to you…" I start sobbing, burying my face in the pillow. His arm comes down and scoops me up. He sets me up straight sitting in front of me. He takes my face in both of his hands, looking at me intently.
"You listen to me and listen good." He gently and slowly rubs my face with his thumbs. "What I tell everyone else is a lie. I will never lie to you. I will never fuck another one of those girls now that you're here. Do you understand?" The tears still spilling out of my eyes tell him that I don't. He sighs softly, his eyes take on a new look that I've never seen before. Softer, more passionate than I've ever seen. "You've changed me. Forever. When I first saw you in your house, I was-I mean I had watched you for years before but never had seen you up close." He smiles slightly. "I thought, foolishly, that I could just…deny what was happening. What was meant to be. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?" I slowly shake my head. He sighs. "This is extremely difficult for me. You have no idea how…hard this is for me to tell you."
He slowly looks up at me, eyes bursting with emotion, lips trembling. "I love you Laiss."
I take in a sharp breath and my mouth flies open. "W-what?" I say wiggling free of him and start backing away.
"And you're fucking terrified of me…" He whispers, his eyes getting wilder.
I slide out of the bed and eye the door. Oh dear Lord...not this again…
He crawls towards me on the bed and my eyes jerk back to him. "You're wearing my ring! A ring a knew about, a ring I saw in my mind years before I even knew about you. I loved you before I knew you, I loved you from lifetimes ago." He slides off the bed after me. I keep backing away from his wild eyes. "I waited so many thousands of years for you Laiss, it drove me…insane." He is moving towards me faster now. "And you're terrified of me!" My back slams into the wall. He is right on me, arms stretched out around me so I can't run. His eyes are completely feral.
"I can't help it. You're…you're going to break my heart. That's what all men do." Something stirs within me when I say this, and I can feel something stir within the Joker. Something very ancient, hidden deep within our souls. I see visions swirling again. I can see another man now, one that looks exactly like the Joker, minus the scars, standing in front of me now. I can see the sword on his side. His armor gleaming in the sunlight. Emperor Jerrard. I feel as if someone just punched me in the chest and knocked the wind out of me.
"Never! I won't loose you again Laiss(Ishia)." When he says Laiss, I hear Ishia mixed over the top.
"No…this isn't happening." I whisper out, trying to fight back the tears and clear my head.
The vision won't go away. I can see not only the Joker standing here, but Jerrard as well. When I look down at myself, I'm not just myself. I'm wearing a long royal purple dress and can almost feel the heavy diamond necklace around my neck. My heart is beating so fiercely. What the hell is going on here…Two different times are flowing thru the room. The past, and the present. Two different worlds are vibrating in sync with each other, ready to meld into one world.
"Please Laiss (Ishia), don't run from me again. Please let me hold you in my arms and make love to you." The Joker's voice and Jerrard's voice are identical, swirling into one, sounding like a ghostly echo.
"No…not yet. Please not yet Jack (Jerrard). I want to be married to you first before I…loose my innocence." Ishia's voice is mixed over mine now, talking to Jerrard. She is controlling me, and I'm pretty sure Jerrard has a hold on the Joker.
"Please I have to have you, I need to feel you, I need to love you. I need to give myself to you. I need you to give yourself to me." He moves closer to me and caresses my face with his hand. "Please…" He whispers leaning in to kiss me.
His lips touch mine, causing my whole body to shudder. "No…please no!" I breath out against his lips and slide away from him. I run across the room grabbing the door to open it. It's locked tight.
"Laiss (Ishia)!!!" He cries out making me spin around to face him slamming myself up against the door, panting wildly. He's coming across the room with his hands outstretched towards me. I flatten up against the door heart pounding out of my chest. "My heart is on fire, my very soul burns for you! Please let me make love to you! Please! I promise to be gentle. I will never hurt you, I will never abandon you, I will never break your heart. I'm your Jack (Jerrard) forever. Please don't push me away, I've waited so long for you." he's slowly coming towards me, his eyes are wild, love sick.
"No please not like this!!!" I shriek out as he dives on me lifting me on him. My hands push on his chest, I try to struggle away but he has me.
His hands are on my hips, his eyes fierce. I can feel the silky fabric of his shorts against my pussy. My face flushes. I can also feel metal from his armor pressed into me. "Please no…" I whisper out. I can feel that terribly sinking feeling again, as if I'm loosing my sanity.
"Yes…" He hisses out walking me slowly over to the bed. When he lays me down he gently falls on top of me. "Please, please don't push me away. Please love me Laiss (Ishia)…"
I just lay there with my arms across my chest, heart beating wildly, looking into his crazed eyes. "Please don't. I'm not ready. You promised you wouldn't hurt me!"
He slowly reaches his hand up and caresses my face. His sweet smile makes my heart twinge. "I promise it won't hurt. I will be oh so gentle." He runs his fingers across my lips. "Jesus Christ, you're so beautiful…"
"Please don't Jack (Jerrard)!I'm not ready please don't!" my eyes well up with tears.
"Don't cry. Please don't do that." I hear the Joker's voice now.
"I'm so scared…" I shudder out.
"So am I. I've never made love to a virgin…" He smiles at me as he brushes the backs of his fingers gently across my cheek.
I gasp, trying to scurry away from him. He's too quick, he's on top of me before I can even get two wiggles out. "Please no!!!" I shriek out as he pushes my arms down by my head.
"Shhhh shh shh it's going to be ok." He breathes out against my lips. The tears start when I feel him pulling his pants down by shifting back and forth. I have no underwear on. There's nothing stopping him from doing this to me. I throw my head to the side, refusing to look at him. I hear him whimper softly as he nudges my cheek with his nose. "Please look at me…"
"Please, if you love me you won't do this to me!" I whisper out not looking at him.
"I'm doing this because I love you. I need to give you all of me." His breath is right at my neck. He softly kisses my neck causing me to jerk. "Please look at me. I want to see your beautiful eyes while I make love to you…" He kisses my neck gently again and I let out a soft shriek from what he said.
"No please!! You promised you wouldn't…hurt me!!" I'm shuddering violently now.
This is when I feel it. It's huge, hard and so burning hot. I look down between my legs and sticking out from the top of his shorts is the biggest cock I've ever seen. I may be a virgin but I've seen porno's and naked men before, just never this close. It's pressed right into my bare pussy, twitching. I can feel my pussy flower open, getting wetter. I let out a chattering repeating chorus of no's, while trying to figure out what in the name of all that is holy is going on with my body.
He groans loudly when he feels my pussy swell up and get wet. "Jesus…" He breathes out sliding his hips forward. I can feel the head of his cock slip ever so gently between my pussy lips, not penetrating me. All it would take is one shove, and I'd be impaled on it.
"N-no!!! Please!!! You promised!!! I'm not ready!!!" I cry out trying not to move my hips, but at the same time trying to shove myself upwards. (A/N: Quite the comical situation, if you have a twisted mind that is.)
"I want you Laiss (Ishia). I love you so. Please look at me. Please love me, I'll be so good to you…" His hips rock forward slightly and I manage to wiggle away. His cock stays right where it was, and doesn't go in.
I stop struggling and just go limp under him. The hot tears flow from my eyes, and I lay there trying not gasp too loudly from sobbing. He's going to have sex with me whether I like it or not. (A/N: Notice, she didn't even think the word 'rape' or even say that…she wants it she's just, well like I said at the beginning, nervous and frightened and a wee bit self-conscious.)I might as well just let him do it and get it over with so he can abandon me. When I think the word abandon it's as if someone just stabbed me in the heart.
All at once, the presence of Jerrard and Ishia are gone. "Oh, oh my God. Laiss I'm so sorry." The Joker says scurrying off me. I shut my legs and lay there on my back, sobbing. "Oh God. I'm…I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, I can't help myself you drive me insane!"
I hear him scurrying around the room. I hear clinking bottles, shortly followed by a stinging in my left arm. I just keep sobbing, not moving. I'm so scared. So emotionally burned out. I feel another shot, and another. He gives me a total of five shots and pulls me up to my side of the bed tucking me in.
"Laiss…Laiss please look at me…" He says taking my hand up and kissing it.
My face is contorted from sobbing, and I'm still silently heaving when I look at him. When he sees my face, the pain in my eyes, his eyes well up with tears.
"Oh Laiss…" He chokes out.
He leaps from the bed and runs out of the room. I don't even ask what the hell is going on. I'm so doped now, he gave me something more this time. I roll over and grab the tissues from the bed stand, wiping my face just in time. I pass out just as soon as I'm done wiping my face.
Warning continued: Yes I'm drawing it out, yes I'm torturing you. I'm evil like that. I'm going to have at least one person during this story squirming (in a good way) through all the chapters muhuhhhahahahahaa.