A Laugh In The Dark Ch12
With a frustrated cry Ivy raises her hand again commanding two more trees to go after Heartless. As the trees close in Heartless gives an insane grin, clicking his fingers two more foxes similar to the first emerge from the shadows. As Ivy watches on in horror the two foxes start to swirl into a black mist and separate, rematerializing as four foxes instead of two. "Dear god…they can make More of themselves?!" as Ivy watches the foxes go after her beloved trees like the first two did she failed to notice Heartless slip into the shadows. She slowly started to back away from the scene when her back hit something solid. Turning slowly, eyes wide with fear, she didn't have time enough to scream as Heartless' hand latched itself around her throat, cutting off her air supply.
Leaning in, insane grin steadily growing, Heartless growls, "I hope ya enjoyed our little game of cat N' mouse, worthless little weed, but play times over. Your MINE now," he pauses, chuckling darkly, "Ooh and I'm SO goin ta enjoy killing you," he pauses again, leaning close whispering darkly in her ear, "very, VERY, slowly." Ivy panics and struggles to get free, desperately clawing at Heartless' arms. Heartless just grins, watching her with mild amusement as he slowly crushes her throat. But then he is struck by a sudden random thought. Slowly he lets up on he's grip, though not releasing her. He brings his other arm up and wraps it around Ivy's waist as he lightly drags his clawed thumb along her neck, cutting it slightly causing her to whimper. Heartless whispers dangerously in her ear, "Ooh, hush now little plant. I ain't gunna kill ya, not yet anyway. I got somethin …else, in store for ya."
At this Ivy starts to panic even more, kicking and clawing at him desperately. She summons some more vines to wrap around Heartless' arms to try and pry them away from her, but there quickly snapped by a few more foxes. Growing bored of her useless struggles Heartless lets go of her throat and brings his hand down hard across her head, knocking her out cold. "Thaats better, now then," he slings Ivy's unconscious body over his shoulder then turns to his foxes, "Alright boys, time ta go, we got what we came for." The foxes release the trees, which fell silent as Ivy was knocked out, and formed back into the two original foxes. Turning, Heartless makes his way out of the park heading back to his lair, the fox house of the abandoned Gotham Zoo.
Ivy woke several hours latter, groaning in pain as she did. She tries to sit up and bring a hand to her aching head but finds she cant move. Eyes snapping open she quickly looks around to see that her wrists and ankles have been tied to each leg of the rusted metal table she was laying on. She tries to call out for help but her voice only comes out in muffled noises and grunts do to a gag wrapped tightly around her mouth. Desperately she looks around for something, anything that could help her escape, but finds the small concrete room she is in completely empty except for the table she was tied to.
A creaking noise draws her attention to a old rusted door to the left of the table. She stares at the door expecting to see Heartless barge in to finish her off, but then the door starts to close again. "Must have been the wind or something…" she thinks, sighing slightly in relief. But as she dose she hears movement on the floor, the soft clicking of clawed feet moving towards her. Straining to see over the side of the table she lets out a strangled startled scream as something big and black leaps up onto the table. It was one of Heartless' foxes. Ivy stared up at the thing as it perched itself upon her stomach. It was surprisingly light and its fur lightly tickled her. Upon realizing she could actually feel the things fur on her skin she did a double take at herself. To her horror she was stripped completely naked.
As Ivy lay there staring in shock at her naked form a second creaking of the door alerted her to another's presence. She glanced over half expecting, scratch that, Hoping it was just the second fox, but no. There standing in the doorway was Heartless himself. Only there was something different about him. In place of the skin tight Kevlar body suit he had on earlier, he had on a pair of tight black jean pants and black muscle shirt that left nothing to the imagination. He was fairly well built, with muscles that would make even Bane envious, and if that bulge in his pants was any indication he was fairly well built THERE as well. "You like what ya see, Plant Bitch?" Ivy's observations were interrupted by Heartless' deep growling voice which drew her attention to his face. If looks could kill Ivy would have been dead long ago, for as scary as Heartless was there was no denying he was in fact dead handsome.
His startling blue eyes gazed at her and seemed to shine brightly with a mischievous malice that did not bode well for her. His hair fell about his shoulders in silver grey greasy unkempt strands. A light stubble on his chin added to the unkempt look from his hair. The only thing about him other than his eyes that didn't scream unclean were his teeth, which stood out, sharper than normal, pearly white. Ivy's stare was broken when a wicked pink tongue flicked across those teeth, lips curling up in a grin that sent shivers down her spine with its hungry wolf like appearance. He gives a short nod to the fox still seated on Ivy and it starts to move. Ivy freezes up afraid it was going to attack her but it merely bit at the gag in her mouth, easily pulling it free. Ivy swallowed a few times to get rid of the dry cottony feel in her mouth the gag had caused before trying to speak. "W-what are…" she started, voice coming out a frightened whisper, "…are you going to do to me Heartless?" she finished, voice a little stronger.
Heartless' grin widened a bit before he started to move toward the table in a slow stalk. "Ooh, the many MANY things I could do to you. Do ya really want to know the details?" it wasn't really a question he expected an answer for so Ivy stayed quiet, nervously watching his slow movement to the table. He stopped at the table's edge, eyes making slow trails up and down her body. "Blaze." Ivy blinked up at Heartless in slight confusion making him chuckle darkly. "My name, is Blaze. When I'm not in the suit ya can call me that." Ivy nods slightly and clears her throat, "Alright, Blaze, what exactly are you going to do with me?" Blaze's grin widens to Joker like proportions, "Well, Ivy, if ya really wana know? Well, for starters," he pauses before leaning closely, growling in her ear, "I'm gunna rape you." at Ivy's gasp of horror and her eyes more or less bugging out of her head Blaze drew up, throwing his head back and laughing insanely. "Ooh, I'm going to have some Fun with you Plant Bitch!"
Blaze sends another nod to the fox and this time it jumps down off its perch on Ivy's stomach and walked out the door. Blaze grinned down at his captive, dozens of lovely and horrible ideas skittering about in his head like roaches when you turn the kitchen light on. One idea popped up above the others and slowly he reaches behind his back. All the while Ivy stares wide eyed and terrified of what was to come next. Ivy felt her heart stop when Blaze's hand came back into view holding a rather nasty looking blade. Its handle was designed like brass knuckles, spikes on each hole for the fingers. The blade itself was shiny, sharp, and well kept. "Well, at least you can't say he doesn't take care of his weapons." Ivy thought bitterly. Ivy's thoughts are interrupted however as Blaze brings the blade down hard piercing the metal table with a loud metal on metal 'THUNK'. Blaze chuckles darkly as Ivy flinches away from the blade making a fearful squeaking noise.
Ooh how he loved to play with his victims, though he admits never before has he brought one to his home. This was new for him, so many lovely and horrible things he could do to her in the comfort of his own home. Blaze always thought of himself as someone who always saw the big picture of things, so small details often eluded him. The thought to bring her here, tie her up, strip her down, and then reveal the blade to her, thus scaring her further, were random ideas. Normally he didn't do random. Random was for freaks like that idiot The Joker, who never thought ahead, who just DID things. 'Like a dog chasing cars.' Blaze thought. Remembering the line he had over heard Joker telling Two Face, or rather Harvey Dent, one day in the Asylum. Back when the Asylum was still fully operational and he had been a 'guest' there. But those were thoughts for another time, right now he had more pressing matters to attend to. Namely taming the wild rose tied to the table before him.
Gazing down at his captive he let his eyes trail over her body. He released the knife from his grip and slowly racked a hand through her soft curly red hair, then down to lightly graze his fingers against a rosy red cheek. Ivy begins to tremble slightly with fear at his touch but he ignores it for now. Slowly he moves his hand down to lightly tease her full supple breasts, to which she made another fearful squeaking noise and tried to move away. Blaze growls and squeezes roughly on one of her breasts. She flinches but takes the hint to stay still, though she starts to make a quiet whimpering noise. Blaze grins hearing the whimpers and chuckles darkly again before trailing his hand further down. Lightly ghosting his fingertips over her stomach, his grin widens a bit watching her stomach muscles ripple slightly at the touch.
Her skin was soft, giving off a sweet floral smell, and he vaguely wondered if those lips, trembling slightly with fear, were as soft as they looked. But Blaze was no idiot, he knew those lips were as deadly as the most poisonous snake. Though he couldn't deny the slight pull those fuckable lips had on him. "Ah, such a tempting little siren, aren't you my sweet rose bud?" he growls bringing his hand up to lightly trace a finger around her lips, careful to avoid touching the crimson red lipstick she wore. He idly thought of cutting off her lips and using her poison to enhance the toxin already coating his blades. "Maybe later…" he mutters to himself, letting his hand trail back down to rest on her lower abdomen, just inches from her nether regions.
The minute his hand made contact with her silky skin she began to sob quietly. As the tears start to flow down her cheeks Heartless reaches out and, in a surprisingly gentle gesture, wipes the tears away. "Ooh hush now plant girl" he speaks in a low growling tone, "If ya be a good girl I promise ta kill ya quickly and leave your corpse somewhere nice for the cops ta find." he grin down at her almost demonically as her eyes go comically wide. He loved that look on her, as well as his other victims. Fear gave him strength, gave him power. 'Almost like that freak Scarecrow, only I don't need no toxic powder to cause it.' he idly thinks, gazing down at Ivy in such a way anyone would mistake it for a loving look. Though all you'd have to do is look closely at those icy blue eyes to see the madness burning behind them.
Ivy watches him, breathing heavily through her nose from fear, but he seems to be lost in thought. Or so she thought before his hand suddenly shoots up to grab the handle of the blade once more. She gives a startled cry when the blade's sharp point comes into contact with her skin at her collar bone. She tries to remain as still as possible but when he roughly drags the blade down in a line straight to her belly button she cant help but to arch her back slightly in pain and give another short cry. The blade doesn't cut deep, just enough pressure was placed on it to leave an angry red line, lightly oozing blood down her middle. The blade finally comes to a halt on her lower abdomen then is lifted away, once again being plunged into the table just beside her head.
Blaze stands for a few seconds admiring his work, how ever little he had done, and watched with a sadistically amused expression as Ivy panted lightly from the stinging pain. His tongue darts across his dry lips in an ominous way as he stares down at the small pools of blood, gathering here and there along the cut. Then, without warning, he leans down, mouth pressing to the slightly bleeding skin at her lower abdomen in a oddly gently kiss before that wicked tongue is out, lapping at the blood. He shifts slightly, making his way up the cut, tongue leaving a trail as he moves gathering the blood and causing the cut to sting even more. He makes his way up to her breasts, which he pauses at, paying special attention to the blood that had managed to spill and travel beneath them.
All the while Blaze's actions caused a mix of sensations in Ivy, at one point causing her to whimper in pain, but then another to whimper in…something she will deny feeling. The soft subtle sounds that escaped Ivy unwillingly, seemed to excite Blaze just as much as her cries of pain. He could feel himself growing harder by the second, and he hadn't even done anything yet. Continuing up he finally makes it to Ivy's collar bone, which he deliberately takes extra time to tease. Slowly lapping the blood there then lightly biting and sucking at it. A wide grin breaks out onto his face as he feel Ivy's body shudder slightly at the action, apparently enjoying it despite the situation.
Then suddenly an idea comes to him, rather than forcing himself on her and simply taking what he wanted, which was the initial plan, he would make her BEG for it. It was simple enough, seeing as how her body was already reacting to him, though against her will. It would be a new experience for him. He was used to people fighting him, crying in pain, begging for a mercy that was never granted. But to have someone crying in pleasure, begging for more? That could prove to be just as interesting as watching his victims writhe in agony. Ooh he was going to have some fun with this, even if it didn't involve tearing her to pieces. Though in the end, despite what corse he took, it would end the same.
Her heart would be his, though whether or not it was still in her chest would be a decision for after he satisfied his physical needs with her. And he really REALLY needed her, NOW. The ideas running through is head on how he would make her his had made him so painfully HARD he could hardly think straight. He could feel his 10 inches twitch and strain to escape the confines of the tight black jeans. It took all his will to not simply pull it out and burry himself in her. Of all the things that can be said of Heartless, aka Blaze, stubborn was at the top of the list. Once he got it in his mind to do something not even his own needs got in the way of the plan being completed.