*Warning: Explicit / Disturbing Content *


Jason jumped awake. No longer had he been wheezing on the carpet in the Wayne Manor, awaiting his inevitable death. Instead, he was in a room-the room he had stayed in earlier lying in bed.

Everything seemed normal. Bright light emitted from the sunshine that illuminated the room as it reflected off of the white environment. Birds sung their morning melodies, breaking the awfully loud silence.

He smashed his head back onto the pillow, his chest rose and fell profusely, he held his forehead. "Whatthefuck, whatthefuck." He breathed. "Shit."

He took a long stare at the ceiling while trying to get his shit together. What was happening? Was he dreaming? Was everything he just experienced real?

Clutching the jumping muscle pounding at his ribcage, he noticed his chest was bare. Normal. He sometimes went to bed shirtless.

But something didn't feel right…

He noticed his skin itching explicitly across the sheets. He looked down. He was completely…naked?

He glanced over the bed. His clothes had been scattered carelessly across the floor accompanied with high heels, a black mini dress, red laced underwear…

Oh no.

He didn't want to but he twisted his head to the side. He was greeted with the back of a dark-skinned woman with curly locks. He lifted the sheets.

Naked.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Gently, he touched her exposed shoulder, enough not to wake her up yet enough for him to tilt her body just to get a glimpse.

At the first sense of his touch, she rolled over to face him.

"Geneva…"

"Good morning, handsome." She said groggily while rubbing a hand on his chest.

"What-what are you doing here?"

"That's something you should be asking yourself." She grinned. "You wanted it more than I did."

She bit her lip while looking at his torso. "Not that I was ever complaining…"

Jason backed into the mattress once more. What the fuck was going on?

"Last night was amazing." She spoke again.

Geneva climbed on top of him. Her inner thighs were now at his sides. She sat up, erecting her back. She maintained her smile as she ran both hands down his abs.

"I wonder if it's going to be even better in the morning."

Jason held her. He ran his hands up her stomach then to her chest. Her skin felt…tender, heavenly. She giggled at his touch as she lifted her own, running them through her hair.

His heart pounded in arousal. It was as if every move she made was a turn on. Sweat leaked from his pores, his animalistic nature began taking hold…

She brought them back down, running her hands throughout the rest of her body. Slowly, enticingly. Then, she reached behind her.

"Let's see what fun we can have, Jason…"

In the blink of an eye, a blade came striking at his chest. Blood squirted from the site of impact. Jason grunted, it bubbled in his throat, seeping its way from between his lips, deprecating the pure bedsheets.

Geneva slant backwards as she watched in absolute amusement what she had just done.

Jason wanted to speak, but to no avail. He clutched the weapon that was sticking from his chest as he felt every ounce of oxygen being drained from him.

She gathered some of the crimson body fluid from his wound in her hands and proceeded to rub it at a deliberate pace up her thighs to her upper body, leaving the red definition of her fingers behind.

Geneva crawled forward and brushed her lips against his. Her breath caressed his skin, slightly calming him down.

Even throughout all this pain, all this suffering, all her madness…

Something in him still wanted to kiss her.

"Hold me…" She whispered.

She leaned back. Blood painted her lips. A smirk was plastered on her face. She began to chuckle.

"Geneva…" He murmured.

Chuckles turned into laughs. The laughs grew louder, uncontrollable. It wasn't long until she began laughing…like…him.

"Sir, his vitals are increasing."

Her pupils turned into a shade of green.

"Sir…"

"Quiet, Doctor!" Hugo held up a hand. "Jason, tell me." He focused on his patient's dilated pupils. "Tell me about Ms. Kwayana."

Jason's eyes widened.

The room began to shake as debris dropped from the ceiling. He wanted to scream but couldn't. His mouth was full of blood.

He heard something collapse. It was the walls and floor beneath him. Geneva was now laughing hysterically.

Jason wanted to move but couldn't. His muscles shook, his brain produced all the adrenaline it could offer. He began to slide downwards. Into the hole, into the abyss behind him.

And when the time came, he slipped into oblivion.


A/N: Last hallucination, next chapter. I cross my fingers when I say it might take a while since it requires much research. But knowing me, I tend to get things down fast (if I'm up for it).

Song that came to mind: Crazy Bi**h by Buckcherry