Eva had never had a friend until Marni came into her life. When she had lost her mother, Eva spent the better portion of her childhood and early teens walking around in a constant red haze. When the social worker brought Eva to the Morgans, she was introduced to her roommate, Marni Constance. "I don't think you understand sweetheart, but I'm all you've got at this point. Do you think your friend'll stay once she finds out what you've done?"

He was hitting all her weak points, he was threatening her only family. "Do you think she'd want anything to do with you after she finds out who you belong to?"

Joker was staking his claim "I don't belong to you."

The words came out in a hiss. His nails drove home into her skin, Eva winced but didn't pull away "You ahh…. Seem to be having a problem with accepting reality."

He laughed in her face, running his fingers down her cheek, her pulse accelerated "Perhaps I should… Employ a bit more discipline?"

She lunged, Eva couldn't hold back anymore. "I don't belong to you!"

The full weight of her body sent the pair of them off the couch. Landing her fist home in his gut, her punches flew. It was as if he didn't feel the pain even though Eva had managed to split his lip. "HAHAHAHA!"

Her fingers laced into his slicked back green hair and she slammed his head into the floor "WOOOOOO!"

She was going to bash his skull in, slamming his head into the floor a second time. Eva jumped up and grabbed for the paperweight "Oh, no, no, no you don't…"

Her fingers grasped the glass weight, and Joker's arms wrapped around her waist, he pulled her back. Crying out, Eva spun and took aim. Freeing one of his arms, Joker caught her wrist, and the paperweight flew across the room. It drove home into the wall "Naughty, naughty, naughty…."

He spun her onto her back, forcing her hands up over her head. The tears were in full force, and they ran a course into her hair. Leaning forward, the blood from Joker's lip dribbled onto hers. She could see the smirk in his eyes as he feigned pity "Oh, shhh, shhh, shhhhhh."

Eva struggled a bit in the hopes of throwing him. He was stronger that she had anticipated, she snarled "Get off me!"

He was leaning closer to her, his eyes focused on her lips. Shrieking, Eva gnashed her teeth at him. He pulled back, a look of amusement on his face. "Come any closer and I'll tear your lips off…"

"Oooh, is that promise….sweetheart?"

Eva managed to loosen one of her legs just enough to knee him in the stomach, she snarled "Yes…"

He put his full weight on her legs, and a growl seemed to shake to life in his chest "My, so kinky."

Freeing her left hand for a second, he quickly shackled it in with her right hand. She felt cold touching her legs, he was pulling up left pant leg of her sweats. He was running a knife up to her thigh, his eyes jumped to the tattooed Chrysanthemum. Eva grit her teeth and struggled, the knife bit into her flesh, a warning. Then it slide into the flesh, like an ice cold paper cut. He was damaging her tattoo, he was carving something onto it. When Eva opened her mouth to scream, he forced his lips to hers. True to her threat, Eva bit down on his lower lip and punctured it, blood pooled in her mouth. The scent invaded her nostrils, making the taste ten times stronger than before. He pressed his lips to her neck and dug his teeth in. In any situation, the sensation may have been considering sensual, perhaps even gentle. Right now, it made her physically sick.

At long last, he relinquished his grip. She scooted away and pressed her back against the kitchen island. She eyed the dot to dot trail of blood the eked from her thigh. Eva stared at her tattoo, he had destroyed it. The blood hid the flower and the damage done to it "Hehehehe."

She looked up at him, his eyes were zeroed in on his mark. Eva could sense the pride in his gaze. There was so much blood that she couldn't see what he had down. Grabbing for the kitchen towel that hung off the island. She bloated the blood away, and before it could slick over with gore, she caught sight of J. He had etched it into the center of the tattoo. Gritting her teeth, Eva pressed the towel to her thigh. It hurt enough to distract from the dull ache of her head and the soreness of her bruises "Beautiful..."

Eva looked up at him, and noted the pride that radiated from his gaze, for him it was just another step towards his ownership of her. She wanted so badly to puke, thoughts of firing up the iron ran through her head. She could burn away the mark, it wouldn't be pretty, but by comparison this mark was uglier.