I'm updating early because I have a job orientation tomorrow at the same time I wanted to post the next chapter so here is a small clip and if I have time tomorrow, I will post something longer.
She woke up warm and comfortable except for the throbbing, in her arm that had woken her up. She was laying on her bad arm and needed to move her weight from it. She moved a little and then froze as she felt a strong arm wrap around her. She screamed as her body was drug off her arm and pressed firmly against the Joker's.
"What's the matter precious, your arm bothering you?" he asked flipping her to her back and sliding on top of her. She froze as she suddenly realized that she was still naked, and he only had his boxers on. Blushing she looked away and he pinned her good arm above her head before cuffing it in place.
He licked a stray tear away and climbed off of her, the warm blankets going with him in a heap on the floor, and she shuddered at the coldness.
She lifted her sore arm up and looked at it, it was horrible, nasty blue, purple and green bruises covered her entire arm, all the way around, and in the middle laid a nasty cut, roughly stitched together. Her three broken fingers swollen and purple as well. Horrified by the look she rested her arm gently on her stomach and closed her eyes. Her throat was still dry and she thought about asking the Joker for some when he got back, maybe if he was in a good mood, he'd give her some.
She thought of her mother and father and dreamed about getting back to them. She wondered if they had the police still searching for her or if they had allowed them to give up the search.
She screamed as her arm felt like it was being ripped off, close enough, she thought as she saw the Joker, pulling the stitches out.
Smiling at her he licked his lips and pulled the second thread out, causing another scream, she kicked and tried to fight, he giggled and held her down.
"Hold still, silly girl, you have a bad infection. I have to clean it." he said pulling at the stitches again.
"Please." she begged kicking again as he tugged again.
"It'll get done when it gets done, there's just no rushing in the category of healing." he laid back on her kicking legs, keeping them from moving.
Her begging became more urgent as time past and the pain worsened with each second he took from her. Each whimper and cry, unheard, each tear and wince, unseen to his eye. And in that instant she felt that she was going to die right then and there and as her eyes closed and the world went black again for her, she felt as though she had died, and that he was the devil playing with her, testing her ability to take the pain her body deserved for every sin she ever may have created. But if he was the devil he had a hellish laugh that shook her to the bones…..
HA….HA….HA…..HA….HA…
Hope you liked it….
