Who's a coward? Or is it just survival? Surviving what could be done to her or surviving what Croc wants?

Break by Three Days Grace

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I didn't look up when the water splashed, I knew he was there and I pulled my knees tighter to my chest. It had been several hours since the incident I had run from, what had taken him so long to get back? I was curious and afraid all at once, would he be angry that I had run?

I bit my lip tasting blood as he laid down on the mattress his back to me and it took courage for me to even peek at him. He was laying on his back staring up at the ceiling as he licked his teeth again, teasing a loose tooth it looked like.

"You're not angry?" I said the words before I even had time to think it through.

"Why should I be?" Was his placid answer so I got up and carefully made my way over to the mattresses and I sat on the edge of one. My eyes flicked to his loose tooth and the blood, the bruising around his face and jaw.

"Did they do that?"

He chuckled and moved his gaze to me as I flinched a little and I leaned closer, putting my face by his. Only to lick a stray drop of blood off his chin and he rumbled, amused as he raised his hand to grip the back of my neck.

"I can't decide if yer yellow or just smart." I squirmed under his grip as he sat up, pulling my neck to make me arch my back. In this position I was very vulnerable and he seemed to enjoy that as he cupped my breast, squeezing it before running his hand down my ribs to my ass. "Running was smart…"

"I don't wanna be collared." My wide eyes met his golden ones and I blinked as he pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his bulge under my ass and I squirmed again only to him tighten the grip on my neck.

"Smart. But…you ran out on me." Swallowing I placed my hands on his chest as he pulled me up against him so I could feel the muscle behind the scales of his stomach. "Like a lil bitch…"

"I'm your bitch." I had to say it to keep my throat intact and I could see his eyes flit down to my cleavage then back up to my face. "Do you want to have sex?"

I flat out said it and he seemed surprised by it as he loosened his grip on my throat and I leaned in my lips brushing his jaw. "Please, Waylon?"

He inhaled sharply and both of his hands cupped my ass as he debated so I made up his mind for him. I shimmied out of my shirt and dropped it by the mattress exposing myself to him as I shifted so I was now straddling him. Sex was a weapon I was realizing and it was also a way to get out of situations that would be dangerous.

I began to undo the rope that was his belt and I felt his claws dig into my ass while I worked and I slipped a hand into his pants. He was hot and heavy already so I began to stroke him, shivering a little at the memory of this thing being inside me. He could smell it, my arousal, I was willing myself to be ok with this as I nipped his collar bone and dragged my tongue over a healing bruise.

I pulled my hand away only to slip out of my shorts now sitting naked on his lap as I went back to massaging and stroking him. Smearing precum all over his tip I wet my lips, my own need was slowly awaking as he began full and completely hard. His cock was large and proud so I raised myself up, rubbing his thick length between my pussy lips teasing my clit.

Make it wet.

That's what he said and after a moment I began to ease him into my tight pussy, a sharp whine escaping me as I I took the head. Then began to slide down the fullness making me shudder as I held his biceps tightly. Fuck. Fuck. Tears filled my eyes at the stretch and his grip on my hips and ribs tightened as he lifted me only to slam me back down.

"Fuck!" I yelped at the first thrust and he chuckled deep in his chest, my claws dug into his shoulders and he growled now. I could taste my tears as he began to bounce me up and down, my breasts rubbing against his leathery chest. With the jagged rhythm he was doing I'd cum soon and he seemed to know it as the pace increased, his fat tip slamming into my cervix over and over. I gasped as he grabbed my hair, pulling a few strands out, baring my face to his and he ran his tongue over my jaw. I couldn't keep in a whimper as my body began to tighten up his grin was all I could see as he slammed me down particularly hard, that did it. My wail echoed as I clawed at his chest and I said his name between gasps for air but he didn't relent.

"W-Waylon—" Growling upon hearing his name he leaned forward, pushing me back and allowing my legs to wrap around his waist. He was intent on planting his seed it seemed and I couldn't think of anything to deter him, not when he was drilling me so. Hell I couldn't even remember my name for a few seconds as He snarled in satisfaction dragging his claws over my back. Hopefully my scales took the brunt but I felt hot droplets of liquid on my skin once more. There was so much cum, it dripped out of me and at the same time I felt like my womb was bursting as he held me for a few moments.

Only to let got and pull out leaving me on my back on the mattress panting for breath while he redid his pants. There was no comment, nothing as he stretched the joints in his body cracking and I looked at the wall. Despite feeling so full and hot I felt empty on the inside as he spoke.

"The Bats here."

Now that caught my attention as I looked at him, propping myself up on my elbows as I tried to get the feeling back in my legs.

"Why would he be…?"

Surely he wasn't here for treatment.

Waylon bared his teeth now. "The Joker is back…things are about to change."

What did that mean?

Was there going to be a riot?

I was puzzled as I thought of dealing with other inmates and I rubbed my cheek, my eyes flicking to his broad back. Maybe it was best if I didn't start wandering, the last thing I wanted would be to run into Jokers men. I had heard stories, horrible stories a few years back when he literally tried to steal Christmas. Not that I had ever had a Christmas I did know what it was as I sat up wincing at the open claw mark on my back. Touching it gingerly I knew it would heal just like the ones on my ribs were healing, faster than a human would at least.

"Will he come down here?" I asked nervously as I stretched my legs before using my boxers to clean my crotch. I wouldn't be wearing those again as I pulled on my shorts and tank top, the fabric catching on my back making me hiss.

"If he does…he's mine." Waylon cackled and I pulled my knees to my chest once more watching him. I couldn't blame him though I did wonder if Batman would have any pity for someone like me, a monster like me. I'm sure he probably knew about what I had done as I set my chin on my knees, he probably had read about it in the papers.

Not like I needed redemption.

Not with the company I keep.