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One Step Closer by Linkin Park

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The door to the underground system was unlock and I slid through, going first because I was smaller than Waylon. I watched him bend and twist to get through the door in such a way I had not thought possible. The smell of death was in the air and I turned towards the office opposite the doorway, moving towards it. Perhaps in there was a key to what was around his neck, throttling him so.

"Look at all the pictures…" I marveled at all the pictures of Waylon, his eyes and his hands, even the lines of scales on his back. Waylon stuck his head in and scoffed, looking at all the spare collars while I examined a picture of Officer Cash and a woman with a child.

A family.

So normal.

Motherfucker.

I dropped it back onto the desk as I went through the drawers looking for a key of any sort. I found many things from gum wrappers to a pornography magazine that I tossed over my shoulder finally finding a small metal box with a lock on it. I gripped it pulling sharply and it gave, cracking open like an egg to reveal a set of keys.

"Is this it?"

"Could be." He turned his head, leaning down so I had better purchase to reach the locks as I tried one key then another. It was a three sequence lock one right after the other and I made a noise of delight when it unlocked. It hissed open and Waylon pulled it off, setting it on the table right around the picture of the Cash's family. "C'mere."

I stepped up to him and he inhaled along my throat, his hands smoothing down my back to cup my ass and I shivered as he licked my collarbone. I ran my hands up his bare chest to touch his now bare throat and I felt the scabs from where the collar had rubbed him raw.

"You're free." I smiled and he chuckled, rumbling deep in his chest before he smacked my ass.

"Good girl…" Pulling away he looked at the monitors and growled softly, inhaling sharply again. "More meat sacks up top…"

That meant the elevator.

Would we both fit?

I hoped so. I didn't want to wait up there alone but it seemed my fears were confirmed as the elevator would only take one of him because of his size. I went in first and I touched the bars that separated us.

"You'll be right up after me, right?"

He snorted a rugged smile on his face. "O'course."

Then I was going up, I could smell more people at the top of the elevator landing and they were talking amongst themselves.

"….Bat went down there after Scarecrow, let the two freaks fight it out-"

"Why's the elevator coming up?"

With a clang the elevator hit the top and the doors opened, I stepped out into the light and five well built men were standing around the control panel near the door, all looking rather surprised to see me. The elevator doors closed and it began its descent and the men whispered to each other, I was from Killer Crocs lair and I didn't get eaten.

But I was still a woman and they hadn't seen a woman in a long time.

Freak or not.

One of them laughed and stepped forward, he was about three inches shorter than me and his accent was heavy.

"Lookit this, boys, a bonafide freak with tits…you lost honey?"

Honey.

Honey.

I bared my teeth and grabbed him by the throat, lifting up about a foot and the other men were startled as their leader choked and kicked. I blinked and dropped him, looking down at him in confusion as he coughed, holding his throat and snot and tears were running down his face.

"Oh…"

"Bitch….fucking…"

The elevator creaked and I could hear Waylon coming up, I feared it wouldn't be able to take him but it did. Barely. As he emerged the inmates ran for the doors that lead deeper into the treatment center. Looking at me he grinned and leaned down, licking me from jaw to ear making me shudder.

"Just meat sacks, baby,"

I nodded and followed him deeper into the facility, I remembered not so long ago going down this corridor to Dr. Whistlers office for my sessions. I paused, looking at one particular office and I stepped into it, looking around it and it hit me. This was where they had put me when they first brought me here. He paused and stood behind me, seeming confused as I stepped in and touched the table.

"It was this room….where they did my first evaluation…" I heard him chuckle and his raspy voice filled the room.

"Just 'nother room, girl,"

I spoke softly. "This is where I first treated like a person and not a…a side show attraction."

He was quiet for a few seconds then he growled in annoyance. "Ya gonna spend all day reminiscing about that?"

"It means a lot to me, ok." I heard my voice go up an octave and his growl became deeper as I continued. "I spent twenty long fucking years in a cage with people gawkin' at me, throwing shit at me like I was a—a—"

"An animal?"

I swallowed and rubbed at my eyes, biting back the bitter tears as I glared at the table. "From one cage to another."

"I was a haters dream, low class, white trash. I'm obscene." He said it clearly and loudly, speaking about himself and when I started to turn to look at him he held my shoulders to keep me pointed forward. "We are the unloved, the unwanted….if they don't want us to be human we won't be." His voice was in my ear as he ran his hands down my sides sliding my shirt up to touch my flat belly.

"Yes…" I blinked back tears as he chuckled, his hand pressing me back into his body and I felt him grinding into my ass through his prison pants. "If everyone believes you're an animal…why not become one?"

"Mmmm…." He slide his hand down into my pants, cupping my crotch making me gasp as he did that. I arched and he braced my hands against the table as he spoke softly in my ear, his thumb teasing my clit. "Become an animal with me…"

Closing my eyes I bit my lip as I got more and more wet, squirming before I felt him let go of me and I whimpered. He was looking towards the door and he walked out so I followed him, cursing my now aching loins and his devilish mood swings.

I could heard a commotion coming this way and we met them in the hallway, it was another group of men. Jokers men and one of them looked very nervous to step forward and speak.

"Mr. Croc, sir, we've come to take you and your…." He looked at me for a second. "…girl to the Joker."

Waylon grinned from ear to ear looming closer to the man who shrank under his shadow. "What the fuck he want?"

"You're on the party list!" He squeaked and I couldn't help but chuckle, smiling behind my hand as I approached too tilting my head to the side as the men slowly backed away.

"Party list…" He pondered it and he smirked. "Fine."

The messenger looked so relieved and started to turn you when Waylon spoke to me in a bored tone.

"How many meat sacks does it take to send a message?"

I grinned from ear to ear. "Just one I think."