Authors note: Haha! I've started jokers Scene one part one :D Hopefully its all mean and gory as it should be. I mean why is the joker being nice to a female? Hell the man kills children for pete sake! XD So With out any further a due. I do hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did. Sorry for the lack of Words D: I didn't want to be To detailed, but I didn't want my audience to feel safe around the Joker. ;P WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT, BLOOD AND GORE. KIDS UNDER 15 SHOULD NOT BE READIN DIS :O I CAN GET INTO TROUBLE! HEFFERS :I
.Chapter eight
Jokers Scene One; Part One: Sick twisted smiles
"What does it take?"
I had been silent since I awoken in an old mildew infested room; no windows, no light, half a bed that was dirty, one sticky, itchy cover. I would not look at him, though he would always grab my face and force me to stare him in the eyes.
"What will it take?"
He put emphasis on his T and K. I kept my gaze dull. I had not heard from Jetta; yet I could sense her mumbling something in the dark depts of my mind. Jack turned to leave me again. Though I was not sure if he knew that I called him jack now. Leaning against the wall; how long had it been? Thinking back, it's been about four days straight without food or water. I gave up asking what for when he would only claimed, "Protecting you". I watched my life slip before my fingers when he grabbed the door,
"Wait..."
My throat was dry from dehydration. My mind, body clearing over the aches and pains, brought by the fear gas. After the previous events, with David and Crane, I knew I would never be the same. I got my Ex killed. I was not sure if I was sane or not. Moreover, what was worse! Jetta probably dealing with 4x times what I'm going through. I wanted her to comfort me. I wanted to comfort her. I wanted to go home. Having Joker come in was never in the plan. I rubbed my face and knew Jack was still in the room. I could feel his psychopath aura. It was duller then when we were with Crane; less effective.
"What are you talking about?"
This was more words said in over the 96-hour period I have seen him. He grinned and licked his lips strolling over to him grabbing my chin with his left hand and giving it a firm squeeze.
"That; That pretty silly little mind of yours; I want to know what possessed you to kidnap Crane, and not kill him on point?"
I shook my head weakly trying to free myself, but his grip only tighten and I winced as tears clouded the corner of my eyes. I listened to him end his words, noticing the sly way he talked. It was maddening.
"Wh-what are you talking about. I didn't kidnap him."
His face fell and he growled grabbing my face with both hands making me stare directly into his eyes.
"Are you lying to me Doll-face? Do you understand I Hate liars."
"You lie."
He shook my head, wiggling my body under me, as I reached him to balance myself on his arms.
"No, No, No. I tell little white lies."
"You're mad"
He leaned back and let a howl of laughter pulling out his switchblade. His eyes gleaming that insane look Crane held when we were in sessions. I flinched and tried to move away, but the wall held me. There.
"There's…a very thin line between, madand insanity."
"And where do you stand?"
He looked at him with his eyebrow raised and, for a spilt moment, I looked death in the eyes. I've never feared someone so…
"I stand at the never end. Way in the back watching others fall"
Insane.
"You stand in the back where no one can see you? That doesn't sound much like someone who loves attention."
His lip twitched and he backhanded me, I cried out holding my face and looking down quietly. Joker tilted his head to the side and growled. Turning sharply on his heels he turned away and walked out. This always gave me time to think about how I would get out of this. I could not drastically leave; no. I knew he would chase me. He would find a way to grab me and forceful destroy me. Yes, I had to the side find away to get his attention somewhere else.
Pushing myself up, judging by the shadow of the room, and the light outside, it was pass ten 'o'clock. I wondered if Arkham knew two of his top Murders were missing? Shaking my head and leaning against the wall, I swallowed dry spit. Fuck. I wouldn't last much longer if-
"Eat this."
Joker has slide a tray of mush towards me, and I bubbled. I grimaced and shook my head.
"Eat the fucking food!"
I turned my nose in the air and shook my head again. What I didn't expect was for him to come over grab my nose and force four to five spoonfuls down my throat. Coughing and choking on the thick hazard and fatal food, I quickly vomited and threw up everything. Dry heaving until my body gave up and I fell beside the mess I had made. I whimpered softly and Joker grabbed my shoulder pulling me away and frowning.
"now what will I do with you? A mess and won't even eat. Ya'kno back in Arkham you get penalty files for not eating puddin."
"Don't call me that."
I whispered my mouth tasting the grey fum within my mouth and my eyes watering. Joker shook his head mumbling to himself as he looked at the mess then at me. Shaking his head he turned, then did an about-face turning back towards me shaking his head grabbing me by my shoulder and hauling me up like a sac of potatoes. I whimpered my stomach already fighting with itself dragging out the rest of the Gray fum from my stomach and he tilted me away from his body letting me expel another case of fum. I'd rather starve then go through this.
Finally when my world stopped spinning and the taste was barely in my mouth, I leaned back and he continued to haul me from the room into a hotter room. I whimpered and he gave me a bottle of water. Holding the Airhead in my hands and looking up with so much appreciation, it hurt me to think that he was still an enemy. Downing the bottle and crushing it against my mouth, he watched in amazement.
"Ya'kno for a…black women, you haven't plead for your release or to let you go."
Thinking about it, I knew begging would just turn him on. Or worse; piss him off. I couldn't take that change. My three years of bondages told me so. Then again, I lived for this kind of stuff right?
"African American; Thank you."
"Whatever. Ups you go"
He pulled me towards black belted cuffed ropes that lead to the roof, Struggling with the little power the water gave me, Joker had to place his blade between my lips to calm me down and shut me up.
"Now, you're gunna be a good little bondage bunny and place your hands between these ropes so I can distribute your punishment."
"Punishment for what? You act like you own me."
His grin widens and his eyes darken as he also pulled out a black blindfold.
"Can we get started? This is making me oh so very hard."
For emphasis, he pressed his cock along my thigh and rubbed against me as a dog would. I shuttered in disgust. No way would I even attempt to become submissive for this piece of trash. Growling I twirled quickly slapping the blade from his hand and then 360ing to slap him. I was not sure if I made it to the door, but he roared and pushed me far faster than my weak body would have gone and I crash knocking myself on the door wall. I was still conscious, but more willing to get help from Joker then I expected.
Him pulling me up to the roped holding my wrist still until he secured one, then the other. I had to arche my back toes pointing to the floor and flex my calf muscles. Ugh. Fumbling myself I tried to stay up. Joke was excitedly buzzing around me, then walking behind to place the blindfold over me. I gasped and was returned to darkness. Not because I was unconscious either.
"Please.. Be careful.."
I whimpered and shaking, however trying to conceal my fear of dying. I did not want to fall so hard. Nothing heard, but the light crackle of fire. Tilting my head to the side and wheezing I listened for his ragged footsteps. Nothing. Wiggling and testing the strength of my bonds. The ceiling creeks and groaned, but did not budge. Tilting my head, I stood in defeat.
Moments, later, Joker was groping my breast and touching me. First, they started out as gentle pokes or a soft cup. Then it changes more aggressively to my breast cupping my kitty. I would arch and moan when he cupped my kitty. Groaning in my ear he rubbing his cock against my arse, and wiggled my body against the ropes. The cuffs dug into my skin and I whimpered, turning my head to where he would stand, only for him to move in front of me places a wet kiss upon my mouth. Pulling away the first couple of times, this continued until I was beyond turned on.
"Please…"
I whimpered.
"Please aah… What Doll face?"
"Please fuck me."
"Oh?"
"Daddy please"
I was beyond not begging; hell, I would lick this man's shoe if he told me too. Just to feel in inside of me. Everything changes when it is inside. Everything. I could hear the twisted smile within his voice,
"You can call me, Mista J."
"Mista Jay"
He was brainwashing me and I had not even notice. The hazy lust set in my green eyes and my cunny was drooling for her next meat. I wiggled and stretched out towards him with my body.
"Do-don't you want me? Don't you want to touch my body?"
He said nothing, but continued to tease and taunt my body as if it was just another countless whore. Shaking my head and groaning softly when his fingers softly trail across my cunny, I whimpered again.
"Please take me Mista Jay please."
He backed away from me and I I whined cursing and pulling on the cuffs. I needed to put out this thirst or.. .at least, pounce upon him and rape him. That thought made me laugh and I giggled softly.
"Whats so funny before the main punch line?"
I did not understand until I felt something against my thigh. The most excruciating pain I have ever encountered was when I had my heart broken. It burned. However, not as hot at my upper thigh. I screeched bloody murder. The smell of burning flesh hit my nose and for moment, I have thought of the taboo.
Joker would never go that far as to eat a human right?
He moved the flame from my body and the cool air hit me making me scream and holler more. Moving down and slowly rub around the wound he lightly tailed his lips against the wound. Slow sensual. I felt he was doing this to protect me. Shuttering I felt him move back then Bam! The blade stuck into my side with energetic hands curving and pulling my skin from its natural place. I screamed louder than the metal against me. Pulling away, I could feel my blood drain and trail down my leg. Crying more, I knew he would not protect me. People who want to protect do not harm those they are protecting. I should know.
When I thought it was over after he pulled the knife free. He left; Blood draining and skin festering. The door opened, and closed, and a shuffle off. Thinking I was alone, relaxing my calves, and trying to regain life into my arms, it caught me off guard. The searing pain of metal against meat, and the strong sense of burning flesh. I wailed and screamed through the night. The rest was more of a blur after the second searing.
I could not have a proper thought, nor could I breathe without if going straight to my leg. I did not know when I passed out, all I know is that Joker was crackle every time he touched my leg and I jumped screeching like a banshee.
Jokers pov.
Little Miss hide and seek, thought she could get away from me. Shaking my head as she swayed side to side, passed out after I dug my finger into my famous O. Oh yum. Perfect; just fucking perfect. Turning I walked out the room, thinking I should take her down, but had to eat something myself. Walking down the hall with my hands tucked In my pants suit, I grinned too see Jonny boy sitting at the table a bottle Seagram, and holding his head.
"Well Well, Jonny boy, how long had you been here?"
"Since you begun to torture my pet."
"I wouldn't call her your pet. She was just begging to be fucked by my not to long ago."
He flung the bottle at me and I let out a whooping laughter. This caused him to growl and lunge at me. I let him tackle me to the ground punching my face. The pain excited me more. I just could not wait to see what Doll would do to me. My cock hardens and I had to push this gay lord from me. Frowning he got up smoothing his hair back and going back down the hall where I let her lay. Alternatively, stand, whatever. My stomach ground and the bottle downed itself on the ground until a few swigs was left.
Boy this would be rather interesting* I thought as I pulled out Chinese food from the microwave.