Chapter 4: Come for Me

A/N: Sorry, it took me so long to come back to this. Writer's block...it's real. I need to do better by this story and In My Dreams, which I'll try to have updated by the end of this month. Seriously, it's like 60% written. I wasn't expecting this fic to be so dark but it's The Joker so...


It's mid-January, with the rest of the year ahead to look forward to. The streets of New York come with a shifty breeze, even with it being early people are milling about the sidewalks. Car traffic isn't as hectic. Birds chirping a familiar chorus. As expected, most people are bundled up from head to toe. Winter itself isn't enough to stop people from venturing out to brave it's cold winds. The wind chill is nothing to play with and getting a cold isn't something you want at this time of year. This morning, you'd dug deep in your messy closet to break out the full hat, gloves, and scarf set that your mother gifted you for Christmas. You even took the extra precaution to wear a sweater under your huge bubble coat. A pea coat wouldn't have been able to shield you from the air. And you can't stand cold winds blowing against the back of your neck.

For once, the air smells fresh and isn't diluted by other strange smells that normally engulf the city. The sun peeked out from the gradually moving clouds just a tad bit in the cerulean sky. Providing almost no warmth. New York boosted a different kind of cold, one that should never be taken lightly. Hell, even walking down the street felt like you were trudging through the arctic circle. The temperature is only expected to drop once late afternoon comes around. With daylight saving time, it'll start to get dark around five.

It feels like it's been a minute since you've strolled the streets and seen people bustling around. You almost couldn't believe that you'd chosen to leave the warmness of your home just to run a few errands. The tasks would have to be done sooner or later - better to just get it out of the way now. In fact, there are more than a few priorities that needed tending to being that you were well past the limit of neglecting them. Honestly, you can't wait to be back at home with the heat cranked up. It's too damn frigid to be walking around leisurely on foot but you will never take the bus or train. Never.

Despite only living here for a few years, you still walk around the city like a tourist. It's much too easy to get lost in your opinion. And your sense of direction is already garbage.

Just passing a busy intersection you spot an older homeless man sitting near the edge with a sign. It isn't your first time seeing him there either and it likely wouldn't be the last.

Things like this easily tug at your heartstrings along with animal rescue commercials with the miserable looking cats and dogs. Homelessness and poverty would continue to be a growing problem in the city and it was sad that no one really wanted to do anything about it. It's not even talking about enough. No human being should be scrounging for scraps in a dumpster. People often forget that dirt-poor people are still people regardless of their situation.

From your own personal upbringing, you understood the struggles that many people go through and you have compassion. You don't know what it's like to live on the streets. For you it's unimaginable - not being able to have access to food, safely, and shelter. In fact, you compare it to hell. There's too many factors that play into it and it's a terrifying reminder that not everyone has access to certain services or has a roof over their heads.

Preconceived notions about the homeless often prevent people from providing aid. It's wrong to assume and not to mention illogical to blame someone for being in a specific predicament. Life happens, often out of control. Truly, it was nothing to buy the man something to eat and drink. You just consider it a small good deed for the day. You walk into the nearby store and purchase two wrapped turkey sandwiches and two bottles of water.

Once outside again, you hand the man the food and drink which he's all too happy to accept. "Thank you." The man uttered, offering a polite smile barely visible under his shaggy beard.

Kindness is basic human decency and it shows be afforded to everyone. Generous goes a long way especially in instances like this. He's grateful for your act of kindness and you're just relieved that he won't go hungry, at least not for a while. If nothing else, you sincerely hope that someone else is able to bless him with more items and food he needs to survive. You only hope he finds a way off the streets.

It dawned on you that you tend to act on instinct, sometimes driven by your emotions.

You continue on with an even stride until you reach the first of your destinations. The small coffee shop is located on the ground floor of a tall office building. Much like your own job. Low music playing from the shop's overhead speaker had you humming absently. You don't even like coffee but the Frappuccino's here are to die for.

She's not paying attention as she fills your order, accidentally giving you more than intended. Not that it was a problem on your end. Following her distracted gaze, your eyes drifted over to the table where Jen is serving a guy his cup of coffee, engaging in light conversation. By the looks of his suit, he might work in the office above them.

"He comes down every day on his break."

"She into him?" You ask.

"A hundred and ten percent but she always lies when I ask." Lisa explains excitedly.

With Lisa's warm, playful disposition, there's not an ounce of doubt that she can get the pair to marry within a couple of weeks. She was just a meddler like that. Playing the role of matchmaker comes natural to her.

"How was the girls trip?"

"I wouldn't call it a girls trip, more like a visit."

"Okay, spill tea."

"It was cool. We went out the first night and were mostly too hungover to do much for the next two days." Aptly, leaving the explanation at that. She doesn't need to know the nitty-gritty details. The cliff notes version works just fine.

"Sounds like fun! When's the next visit? I wanna go."

"Lisa I will never go back to that city...if they want to see me then they'll have come this way."

"What's wrong with the city?"

"What's not wrong with it?"

"Well at least you had a good time. That's all that matters." Lisa hands over your cup and you waste no time taking the first generous sip. Humming in pleasure once the taste hits your tongue. For a brief moment, all is right in the world.

"I guess." You lapsed into silence after the exchange, not really having anything else to say. Surely not wanting to give yourself away at any juncture.

The icy air filling your lungs is uncomfortable. Keeping in mind that you're doing this on your day off.

The pet shop is right around the corner. Miss Adkins, the owner of the shop, is literally one of the nicest people you've ever met and she's always happy to see you. Whenever you walk in you're mesmerized by the color scheme. It's here where you come to buy more fish flakes. The canister of fish food at home is only half gone but you'd rather get more now than risk running out. Despite the original goal, you still spent a lot of time looking at fish tank decor. The idea of adding to your small aquarium is exciting. There's so many items to choose from.

The aquarium in question is nothing more than a decently sized bowl but it still counted in your book.

She leads you to a generous selection of fish and there's so many unique breeds that you don't know which you'll choose. Once your money gets right, you might consider buying a whole new tank altogether. It's no secret that you have a knack for buying things you don't really need. In the end, you figure that Sammy might want a friend the same breed to keep him company. Through that, they'll stand a better chance at getting along with one another. By your logic, two tropical fish should make the best of friends.

"Can I get you anything specific?"

"Yeah, actually I'm looking for a new companion for Sammy." Geez, you spend more on your pet fish these days than yourself and you're oddly okay with it.

"I'll call you...sparkey." Admittedly, you're not the best at names. Sammy is pretty chill and you hope this fish is too.


The laundry is almost climbing the walls and you've put it off long enough. Especially since you're one of those people who finds it impossible to wash and fold laundry all in the same day. You're still struck by the notion that there will always be laundry because you will always have to wear clothes. The same goes for washing dishes.

The apartment gets pretty chaotic if you let it.

Your hair is done up in a bun to keep it from touching your charcoal mask. The timer on your phone has about ten minutes left until you have to wash it off. Although you're aware that face masks don't have the capacity to work wonders on your skin overnight, they're still pretty effective. Having healthy skin depends on how well it's taken care of. And you're used to trying everything, mud, honey, aloe. It doesn't exactly help that you're constantly on the hunt for new things.

Frankly, your skin care routine is just as important as your natural hair routine, neither of which are taken lightly. One thing you're never going to do is neglect your skincare routine. Different products work differently on everyone's faces, yours is no exception. Those lemon and peppermint masks used to burn the hell out of your face. It'll only be a matter of time before you're making your own facial masks.

By the time, you became a teenager, you were already making your own homemade hair care ingredients, back in the days before you'd established a routine. When you were just figuring out when to decide to wash your hair so it could line up with any plans. It's only natural that it is only carried over into skin care. Mostly using raw materials and plants. The idea has been on your mind for a few years now, even before you left college. Keeping in mind that you're still in the process of perfecting your craft. Starting your own hair care company would be right up your alley. Working for yourself has always been a dream of yours. As a black woman, hair plays a huge part in how we are viewed and treated. From childhood, black girls already have a deep attachment to their hair and it pains them when they can't even wear it how we'd like.

The products you make won't contain all the harmful chemicals and ingredients that most store bought products do. You've thought about advertising on social media but you don't have that much of a presence on there - you're not an influencer than has thousands of loyal followers. On the social platform you can gain true notoriety and supporters faster and really build your brand.

Becoming an entrepreneur is hard work but in the end it'll all be worth it. Marketing is important and you already have your target audience. Of course you don't expect success straight off, it'll take time to build your brand and gain clientele. Start as a small business and eventually work into becoming a highly profitable venture.

Bottom line - you deserve a bigger bank account. Talk about stating the obvious.

Life now is a little boring to say the least you think it's time for a change. It sucks to feel like you're not doing anything purposeful. Like you're not enough.

On your laptop, your boss has sent a few annoying, intrusive emails, wanting to know if you're fine and if there's anything he can do to help. You're tempted to tell him to jump off a cliff. Corporate jobs don't often extend decent courtesy to those whose skin is as dark as a paper bag as opposed to their white counterparts. The job you'd been contemplating quitting for months. You'd been wrestling with the thought for some time. If your manager gives you the eye one more time, you'd probably be fired instead quitting on your own volition. To each its own.

The workspace is not one you feel comfortable with. But you wouldn't survive in retail or fast food, pulling double or triple shifts just to make a suitable income. Redundant work just doesn't sit right with you. Honestly, you're getting sick of telling yourself that you're making money but you can make more and you're doing good but you can do better. It's been eating at you for the longest. In all, you just want a job that pays $7,000 an hour, nothing too major.

Aside from not seeing how it could help you progress further in life, it was boring and you hated having to wake up early in the morning to breath in the air there. There's nothing beneficial about working there and you figure that many of your coworkers can attest to it. The economy is going to shit these days and you don't see an end to it in sight. You just can't see the benefit of extending your labor to someone else. You're already using your sick days more loosely now after deciding that there's no need to squander them. In fact, everyone should take a personal day every once in a while.

You could never take people bragging on how they stack paper by putting in outrageous amounts of overtime at their exploitative job that works them to the bone. It's a wave you can't ride. Manual labor never sat right with you anyway. The cost of living is constantly rising, making it harder and harder for people to survive. Harder for people to use their measly pay checks to make ends meet. It's an issue every single day. One that becoming all too familiar

For you, it's a matter of just trying to navigate the unpredictability of life. Learning that you have to be more intentional in every aspect of your life. And it shouldn't have to wait until you're thirty. With an almost non-existent social life and what you considered to be a dead-end job, you need to go ahead and take the plunge. One door closes and plenty more open. A desperate life upgrade is needed. Many would say that life is ultimately what you make it. It's better to enjoy life for what it is instead of stressing about things you haven't gotten out of it.

Turning the tap on, you washed the face mask off and dab your wet skin with a towel, looking over your appearance in the mirror. No stress lines. That's a good thing. You picked up a nearby water pitcher and filled it with the intent to water the few indoor plants around the house and balcony. You never really thought of yourself as having a green thumb but having plants around really enhances the appearance of any home. And as someone who lives in a community where nature is hard to come by, you'd say the plants are needed. They're actually quite therapeutic and you wish you had your own personal garden. The jade and aloe plants you have are not just for decoration though.

Turns out Sparky is a good addition to the tank. When you first put the fish in, you had to pay close attention to how they interacted, afraid of them cannibalizing each other. If that were to happen, it would potentially devastate you. On the other hand, Sammy and his new tank mate seem to be getting along well. They don't do much besides swim around and eat but you take it as a good sign. No hint of aggression or hostility.

Come to think of it, you haven't had the chance to organize your wardrobe in months, mostly adding to it if nothing else but never taking the time to actually clean it. An overflowing closet is a big problem especially when you can't find a shoe or jacket while in a hurry to leave. It's a shame you're not using the overprized shoe racks from amazon that you bought merely on a whim. There's not even a valid excuse for you not to be using the hangers as well. The hassle of sorting through the clutter will probably take a while but you can't complain since you essentially brought it on yourself.

With the type of life you live, you need a well-organized, functional closet. If you let the entire apartment get out of whack then your life would be out of place as well. And you can't have that.

For all the shoes, pants, and shirts to be scattered all over the place is a travesty. You picked up a pair of heels you hadn't seen in months. Truthfully, a lot of these items could be donated to a goodwill seeing as you'll probably never wear them again. The 'nothing to wear' excuse really doesn't work well for you. You started putting your out of season clothing towards the back.

It's about an hour and an hour when you finally get some order in the closet. And you're tired as shit, overly drained. The relief that the closet is now in some kind of decent shape is a pleasant feeling.

A clean house will make anyone feel so much better. Plus doing this is better than laying in bed all day. Netflix isn't that much of a safe haven for you these days anyway. Checking items off your to-do list is more responsible, doing the things you were supposed to do before you left to visit your friends a week ago. Meanwhile those two were still letting off jokes about the store robbery in the group chat for days now. You didn't think it was funny but you forgot that life for them in Gotham is different.

Those nagging thoughts of him and your ordeal were pushed to the back of your mind. No good can come of him occupying your thoughts. If you're honest about it - a person in your position should be worried sick. Should be afraid of being exposed everyday. No one would be this calm if a guy that's next to a stranger has pictures and videos of them in their most private moments. Scared of having one of the biggest threats looming ominously over their existence like a terrible omen that was sure to resurface in the future. You will never allow anyone to hold anything over you. Especially when you did nothing wrong.

Technically speaking, there's not much you regret in life but you can honestly admit that you regret the encounter that led up to you being in contact with him. It will forever be a stain on your person that you'll never be able to wipe away. That bothers you immensely.

He's killed people, destroyed so many lives with reckless abandon. And in your particular instance, you witnessed him forcibly removing a man's teeth then ran when caught spying. Of all of the awful things he's done, you're sure he's careful not to leave any witnesses alive that have had a front row seat to his depravity. And yet. Here you breathe.

Deep down there's a shred of guilt taking root inside of you. Even if a madman had a specific target, there's no telling how many innocents got caught in the crossfire because of his murderous inclinations.

Any ties to him were served the minute you hopped on the plane to return to New York. At least here you can pretend that it never happened. That you were never slipped a drug and assaulted. You won't be linked to him. No one should ever know.


It's dark outside when you awake. Strange since you didn't realize that you'd even fallen asleep. As tired as you were, sleep was sure to find you sooner or later and sometimes you just have to fall asleep at 5pm. It's quiet in the apartment, almost too quiet and that puts you at more unease.

A thud.

The sound has you listening more intently but not moving from your place in the bed. Most homes make unidentifiable noises on the regular but this is different. Every now and then the air conditioning will kick start with an audible pop and you usually can distinguish it from any other sound in the house. Ignoring strange house sounds is the logical thing to do considering that all the horror movies you'd watched encouraged it for survival reasons.

Another thud.

Okay, you can't ignore it this time. Your hackles are up and they're going haywire.

Without hesitation, you string into action, rushing to retrieve the aluminum baseball from your closet. The bat is essentially the only home defense since you're not licensed to carry a gun. Moving as quietly as you can, you paused for a moment to listen again. Technically, you shouldn't leave your bedroom but you have to be sure that you are not imagining things. With every step you took, unease rose. Your heart is skipping way too many beats and it has you gripping the handle tighter.

The atmosphere is strangely charged. Something just isn't right. With that, you're on high alert, senses shifting into overdrive as you searched for the source of discontentment. You hope to god that you're not in the middle of a home invasion. Oh all the places to burglarize, why would someone choose your place. You live as modestly as you can in a modest apartment building. And if it is truly that, you're not exactly equipped to handle that in an oversized t-shirt and bonnet.

Soundlessly, you crept out of the room slowly. Just as you rounded the corner, a flash of movement swinging the bat before you even knew what was happening. Swinging the bat like you're at first base with a starting pitch. Adrenaline is crashing wildly in your system, almost too overwhelming to combat. To the point where you know it's serious when your survival instincts kick in.

The hall is empty. Then you're stepping into the space between the kitchen and living room. You're swinging for dear life, not even seeing what you're hitting, all you know is that the groans of pain is confirmation that someone is indeed in your house. Better them than you. You reserve the right to defend yourself in any setting, particularly within your own house.

You're able to incapacitate two men before a body tackles you to the floor. Shrills of pain shoot through your shoulder as it meets the hard floor with extreme force.

"Get off me!" You yell, fighting with all you have. Breaking some of your good vases over his head that were in reach. Suddenly, you're able to get the upper hand by keeping a grip on his collar and unleashing a flurry of punches. A well aimed fist hit him square in the nose with an audible crunch and the man who you now recognized as 'Frost', pushed away from you to tend to the injury with a pained shout.

As you scrambled away, a series of handclaps caught your attention. "I must say...that was quite a show."

There, on your couch sat The Joker. The tattoos, the sleek green hair, the shining metal teeth. His shirtless, only wearing a purple jacket over his chest. He's obviously happy to see you again which isn't good for you. You don't share the same sentiment. His very name struck fear into the souls of those who'd heard of him. He's over worldly. Just the sight of him is terror-inducing.

At this your heart started to race. The problem is that you can't summon any words to speak, to convey what you're feeling. So you just stare at him blankly.

He just stares at you for long moments, accessing the look on your face.

If you'd known that he planned to make an uninvited visit to your residence, the swat team would be kicking down the door and bursting through windows by now. What kind of impression did you make on this criminal kingpin to have him and his goons breaking into your house? Just how the fuck did they get into your apartment anyway is the real question.

The other assailants had to pull their partners up off the floor and you nearly smiled in satisfaction. As a matter of fact, you're still not over them manhandling you not so long ago. You only gained temporary satisfaction from beating the shit out of his minions.

Suddenly, you're hauled before him like an animal, thrown down between his open legs like you're not deserving of respect.

Both of you are as different as night and day. Living different lives by different principles. Truthfully, you had no business crossing paths. Strangely, you can't help but feel like it's just the start of your problems with him. Attracting a nut of a man had to be one of the worst things to happen to you. It's like he's actively trying to make your life hell. And there was no way in hell you'd make it easy for him.

How had you been fooling yourself into thinking that he wouldn't resurface somehow? Being used and abused and in your own house.

"How did you find me?"

"Oh I have a few connections here and there." His tone is playful and jovial but it wasn't fooling you for a second. It should come as no shock that he had had his people following and keeping tabs on you. "What's wrong gorgeous gal? Aren't you happy to see me? You look a little nervous."

"Never that." You scoff.

"Never huh?" He chuckled darkly. "I like that."

You narrowed your eyes. The sheer complexity of him. A man like him lives to spread nothing but terror.

"You've been busy running around a lot, little miss. I didn't know you were so busy."

"You're stalking me now?"

"Stalking?" He looked offended. "Nooo, I thought we were playing a riveting game of hide and seek. Only I already won."

"Although...I believe an apology is in order."

Your brows furrowed together. "What?"

What the fuck is he getting at? Whatever the case, you don't have time for his shit.

"Yes! An apology for running off without my permission like the naughty little girl you are!"

What he wanted had absolutely no bearing on you whatsoever. "You're insane."

He strolls confidently across the living room, picking up a picture of your family. "Such a beautiful little family. You look just like your mother."

"You don't scare me. I don't belong to anyone and it's gonna stay that way." You assert.

He places the picture back in its original place, turning to face you with a sinister grin. "Are you so sure?"

"Positive." If given the chance you planned to pummel to death with your fists next.

"So hostile...would you like another pill?" The cruel taunt didn't go unnoticed by you.

"You're a sick fuck." You spat.

His red lips fixed into a straight line, blue orbs dead and piercing. "I like to think of myself as more of a concept."

"That's such bullshit."

The crime boss clicks his tongue, moving to tower over you. He smelled good...the bastard. Who would've thought. "That's not very nice. You've gotten worse since we last met. I don't like it. Fix it." He growls. "I might have to train you."

The men behind you released sounds of surprise and some even snickered. Talking back to The Joker is a fatal endeavor that many people didn't ever get the chance to carry out.

A reckless mouth can get you into all sorts of trouble. You are a firm believer of that. And right now, it might not get you anywhere but in more trouble.

First off, you don't like the way he talks to you. His tone is abrasive and demanding. It's like he's trying to scare you into doing exactly what he wanted. It's not going down like that. Regardless of what he thought, you are not a helpless victim. Not a doormat he could impose his will unto. Then wait expectantly for you to do as he instructs - you find it impossible. With your pride and dignity is on the line and you refuse to give them up to anyone.

"What a naughty little girl you are. I'm disappointed in you sweet pea. I thought we had something special." He feigned hurt, placing his hand over his heart as if the organ really worked and he didn't have ice running through his veins.

Not once had you expected him to show up at your place of residence, sitting on your couch like he owns the place. They were here to cause mayhem.

And not being able to gage the twisted thoughts behind that painted face bothers you immensely.

Your bottom lip curls into an angry sneer. "You've got some nerve." Did he think you were some kind of dog that needed to be trained? A disobedient bitch that had to heed to his demands? Keeping your sanity is the main priority. Calming your breathing has never been so hard than it was at the moment. Maybe you're not thinking straight because you're still tired.

A shudder rippled through your body at that moment. Subtle intimidation seemed to cling to the clown in whatever space he occupied. Your house was no different. This can escalate quickly. You're watching this play out like a thriller movie you can't look away from. Given the circumstances, you should be shaking like a leaf but you wouldn't let him know that inspired those kinds of feelings in you. You can never freely admit it even under the harshest circumstances. It would be the worst mistake besides meeting him.

He gives you a devilish smirk, all of his teeth are on display. And you have a feeling he's more amused than angry. "Lucky for you...I'm a gentleman. I'm going to give you one more chance." He's toying with you.

A heaviness surrounds the rooms, tension at an all time high thanks to its occupants. He's a raging storm ready to tear everything apart around him. He's enraged, angry because you left. Then he does something that both surprises and confuses you - pulls himself from his pants. "Do you miss this? It sure missed you."

The sight of it horrifies you and you know what his intentions are. You glare at him, willing fire to shoot from your eyes and set him alight.

You scoffed, not at all impressed by the theatrics. "And I'm not doing so where do we go from here?"

"Fine...I'm sorry." You remark with gritted teeth.

"Oh it's much too late for that. This will be your apology."

You searched his face for the slightest hint of mercy - there was none. It simply wasn't there.

Dread fills you with each passing second but you won't bend to his desire.

You looked up to see him staring down at you with a smug expression and your brain can't even compute what's happening. You feel helpless, completely and utterly helpless in this situation. It was out of your control and had been out of your control from day one. Despite how you wanted to forget it ever happening, you know what sort of sensations his manhood could induce. But this isn't what you want to happen - to be forced to service him in view of his henchmen.

It's degrading and not to mention immoral. You can't go through with this - couldn't give him what he wanted.

You shook your head in denial. "No. I can't do that."

The clown prince of crime is soon breaking into random fits of maniacal laughter. Then the pale faced gangster's expression shifts into something darker. More terrifying.

He stills, expression hard and set. His eyes reflected the underline of outrage that you expected him to have after you'd blocked his number from contacting you and fled Gotham altogether.

By all accounts. You're a normal, law abiding citizen. You pay your taxes, never been in trouble with the law. And yet, you're now involved with a psychotic crime lord. What are the odds?

He lives by a completely different set of rules where he could do whatever he wanted and no one could stop him. Hard to think that an accidental encounter has caused all of this to go down like it has. Something like this could only happen to you.

He absently pulls his customized purple gun from its holster, waving it around like it's a toy and not a weapon that can easily end a person's life in the blink of an eye. To him it might just be that. A toy.

Lips settled into the barest hint of a smirk. "You and your filthy little mouth...I can see it's gonna be a problem already. But don't worry, I'm good at fixing those."

God, he's too sick in the head. Stuck in his own world of madness and chaos to see the logic in anything. You're caught in the sights of an unstable man.

Savagely smashing his lips onto yours. You instinctive kept your jaw clamped shut to prevent his probing, invasive tongue from fully entering your mouth.

Pushing you unto your knees in front of him like a subjugated slave. With his free hand the man worked at his pants. The color seemed to drain from your face at the suggestion and your stomach dropped down to your feet. Once your eye caught sight of the erect shaft, you nearly recoiled in disgust. Though you find that you're more enraged than frightened.

Mister J snatched up a fist full of curly hair, retching your head back painfully. A yelp escapes your lips before you can stop it. The roots of your scalp burns. With the force he's exerting, he might actually rip a giant chunk of hair out. Then you'd really have to make an attempt of his life.

"Let go!" You shouted, pulling at his wrist in an effort to get him to release his grip.

"Uh uh uh...you've been bad. Bad girls need to be punished." He purred.

He started stroking it right in front of your shocked face, flashing his signature smile. Of course, you both knew what he expected right then. But only one of you didn't want it to take place. Giving into his dark demands is not something you want. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't pull away from his tight grasp.

His manhood is now centimeters from your mouth as he held your head firmly in place, grip not loosening even the slightest bit. Stretching out your now inflamed esophagus.

"You know what...I'll make it easier for you. Let's start out with something easy. How about this?"

He picks up the gun from off the couch and held it up to your view. At this your whole body when still, eyes widening. You feel anger building, thick blocks of ire that would soon give rise to violent retaliation.

"Come on open up." He insisted, teeth gleaming in the light. "I don't like repeating myself pretty."

He snarled in anger. "Open your fucking mouth."

The barrel of the gun is thick and long but it slides in just as effortlessly enough to have your chest tightening in one painful motion.

"There we go…"

While he's assaulting your mouth with the gun, it's a wonder how you're able to stay calm outwardly, seeing as your brain is in panic mode.

"See...I knew that mouth could be used for better things." He laughs gleefully as he stares down at you. The gun tastes like metal. It's piquant and peculiar against your tongue. It's here that you truly realize your situation - forced on your knees with a gun in your mouth. Suffer from humiliation of the worst kind. Being defiled. In possibly one of the lowest points in your life.

With a swiftness that should've phased you, Joker yanks out the gun and shoves his member inside to take its place. Even worse still, you barely even notice.

You refused to suck, not that it bothered him anyway when he was forcing himself into your mouth like this, shoving himself down your throat. It's too damn difficult to try and pull in breaths, oxygen seeming just beyond your reach. Soon tears were stinging your eyes, saliva dripping from either side of your chin. The thick length is choking you, parting your throat painfully. It's getting harder and harder to ignore the rising panic, hands frantically trying to find purchase against the assault. Not caring that he was asphyxiating you.

How long would he prolong the torture? Minutes? Hours? There was no real way to tell.

Worse of all, some of his men stood within the room, smirking and snickering as their boss committed a horrible atrocity against you. Possibly like he's done to many others. The experience is unlike anything you've ever endured.

His perversion on full display for them. And they're lapping it up like giggling hyenas. The people he employs are nothing more than props used to carry out his will.

The temptation to bite down is strong though you're sure that if he loses the appendage then you lose your life. Your lips are burning, stretching to accommodate the intrusion, and your gag reflex is acting up, heaving and doing its best to expel the invading shaft from being shoved down your orifice once more. At this rate, you might even vomit. Although, this is just as worse as choking on said vomit and dying. At the damage he's dealing, your pharynx would be raw come morning, that is, if you survived. The man is thrusting to wildly, and violent, with no concern for you whatsoever. It isn't for you. This is only for him.

Through all of it, you're realizing that you hate him. You hate him with everything in you. For him to violate you not once but twice just showed that he was a monster of the worst kind. He would even go so far as to threaten you with a gun. The man is a demon.

"So pretty…" He says, cold hands making you flinch as he erratically runs them all over your shivering body. You gasp out, completely out of breath and unable to do anything but accept the horrible ministrations he's inflicting on your body.

He's thoroughly pleased with himself and what he's done like the sadistic freak he was. In a split second, he pulls you up, crashing his lips onto yours, this time breaching his tongue into your gaping mouth. You don't even have the strength to resist. There's not a single area that his tongue didn't touch. Heavily mixing his saliva with yours. At one point, he took to sucking on your tongue.

"From now on, if I call...you fucking answer. Do I make myself clear?" He puts the gun between your legs as a threat. "I don't wanna have to give you another lesson."

"You be good now gorgeous gal. I'll be watching you." And he meant it. Then he takes his leave, leaving you laying on the floor of the living room like a used toy he no longer wanted to play with.


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