Her heart was going into overkill with how hard it was beating. Eva had never been so frightened, and turned on at the same time. Before Eva could come to her senses, she turned off the tattoo machine, leaned upwards, placing her bare lips on the red of his. The Joker relinquished a growl of pleasure, she just kept climbing deeper, going further down the rabbit hole. Wrapping an arm around her waist, his cold fingers brush under her shirt, skimming against her bare flesh. Eva gasped and pulled away, his eyes bore into hers, as if watching, waiting for her to take the final step into where he was determined to have her.
The gold tints of her irises seemed to catch fire as she looked at him, the dark green rim going black as her eyelids turned heavy with lust. She was panting, like a bitch in heat. Chuckling, Joker grabbed her by the back of the neck and brought her back in. Crashing her lips to his, his metal teeth gnashing at her bottom lip, drawing the barest trace of blood. Eva squeaked in surprise and pain, making to pull away. Laughing, he grabbed the tattoo machine and flicked it on. He held buzzing quill just below the lobe of her right ear. "Would you die for?"
Her chest heaved at the whir of the machine, but Eva could barely turn. Joker shook his head and knotted his fingers into her hair, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "I said… Would you… Die for me?"
The rebellious fire caught in her eyes, turning the green rim acidic. "No"
Eva snarled. Chuckling, Joker pressed the machine tip to her skin, bringing about a whimper at the slight twinge of pain. He was thoughtful for a minute, the blood oozed, mingling with the black of the ink as it blotched the neckline of Eva's shirt. "Hmm, oh Eva, sweetness, so right not to answer that question."
She stared at him, curious. "No, no, dying is too easy…. Would you, live for me?"
He brought her closer, pressing his forehead to hers, waiting for the answer. Eva, in turn observed him. Dying wasn't easy, dying was pain, it was going into the unknown, into a void that could go heaven's light or hellfire on the other side… Or it could only be pitch and a lack of existence or even being aware of the fact that you existed. Living, even if it was for him, it didn't terrify her as much as dying. Slowly, Eva nodded "Yes, yeah I would live for you."
Cracking metal encrusted smile, Joker pressed his smeared lips to her eyes as gouged the skin and left behind a trail of black in the form of a J. Evelina Anton was now tattooed and scarred as his "You know just the words, to make Daddy happy."
He wrenched her further down and licked the J, tasting the metallic of her blood and the oil like flavor of the ink. At long last, he let her up, giving her a swat on the ass. "Mmm, never thought getting tattooed would be, such fun."
Joker eyed her hungrily as she bloated her neck with a baby wipe and sneered at him. Even after she had submitted to him, Eva still tried to maintain some form of independence. Even when she had been beaten and tied down, she still bit the hand that fed her. It amused him, it made watching her creep further down the hole all the more entertaining. Joker licked his lips, still tasting her. What was going to be a long night for Eva, was going to be nothing but games and fun for him.
(Author's Note: yes, sorry I know it's been a while since I've updated and I know this is rather short. Work has been very busy. One of my coworkers in on 2 weeks of PTO so I'm pulling almost 40 hours a week. I'm also getting into Chapter two of an original short novel that I'm working on. Just to let you know, I haven't abandoned this story or my other Joker story. I've just got a lot going on.)