XxNadsxX – The torture comes from the Joker basically messing with Rachel's senses. Being in a dark room for hours on end does things like that to you. As for the handcuffing/binding of feet...well, hearing the Joker compared to the Marquis de Sade spoke for itself. ;)
AtomicTwilight – Heh, thanks. I'm very flattered. About the sexual tension, that was the first time I ever wrote anything remotely like that. I was worried the Joker would come off too much as a cannibal (though it could suit him).
Amaruk Wolfheart of the Wraith – I understand what you mean, being left at a cliffhanger is frustrating. That's why I'm trying to get the stories I haven't finished finished in spite of evil writer's block.
VladCougar – Thanks again for liking the story and the cover! :D
Kendra Luehr – Maybe she would…if the Joker hadn't said the creepiest pick-up line EVER. :P
The Phantom Lady – Oh Rachel won't be anywhere near 'putty' until much later (it's only the first day of captivity after all).
() – Yeah, wouldn't want to be Rachel either. It's so claustrophobic the way she is. Thank you for commenting on the Joker haiku! What you said is exactly what I had intended for it! :)
xheartxcorex – Whoa thanks, lol!
moonservant – What the Joker does to Rachel will get worse two chapters from now…
xxcherryRED, takara410 – Thank you very much!
LaRosaAzul – I don't get fluffy!Joker either. It's like Jabba the Hutt trying to be cute; it doesn't really work. o.O Anyway, thanks for reviewing. Out of curiosity, what do you find most sick about this story so far?
This chapter was FRUSTRATING. I don't know why exactly but I couldn't really seem to get it down in words even though I knew what I wanted to write. Well, now that it's done, I think the next chapter should be up a lot sooner. Thank you to everyone for your patience. Enjoy!
PS to those who story alerted this – I'm deeply sorry about what happened with the mix-up. I took the chapter down to revise it and had no idea how fast story alert really was. Well I'm always learning more about this site's procedures. I promise it won't happen again.
VII
Breaking this woman
Who can't accept her boundaries
Shall prove delicious.
Like tasting her, yum.
Speaking of which, food is what
I'll begin us with.
"Are you now hungry?"
She's looking like I have grown
An extra three heads.
Stubborn broad, it's her
Loss. I don't care if she goes
Vampire on me.
I unwrap a bar
Of granola for her eyes
To torment over.
The effect's instant.
We both hear the hungry noise
She tries to conceal.
It's too funny to
Resist. I take advantage
And dangle the treat.
I cackle in zest.
"Can it be? Do you want this?"
My hand's nearly bit.
Ooh, how desperate
'Rachel' is getting to be.
Time for drawing lines.
"Think!" I lecture her.
"Nothing is free and prices
Come with everything!"
My ultimatum
Is this: eat today and starve
Alone tomorrow.
So I wait for her
Answer, come on, come on, sweets.
I don't have all day.
Hesitatingly
She surrenders to feeding
Right out of my hand.
She's so into it.
Without care, she nibbles at
My empty fingers.
I release a moan.
Soon, said fingers are spat out
Like they're turpentine.
Nothing more to add
Onto her embarrassment.
It's enough for now.
Despair needs to build
In her while in solitude
If this will progress.
As I go, she yaps
Something about bathrooms and
Whether she will reek.
Beggars can't be choice,
Neither I for her highness.
Not like we share space.
I close and lock the
Door as a scampering blur
Rushes its way by.
Final touches are
Placed to the mayor's demise.
Chaos doesn't sleep.
Everything is set.
The city guardsmen are tied up
Like helpless children.
The commissioner's
Wake is held at dawn. Mourners
Drown in self-pity.
Too extravagant,
It all is. Wonder how they'll
Afford the next death.
But it is fitting.
A death at a funeral
Is one expected.
Mayor gives a speech.
"Great man, blah, blah." Someone's
Penned their eulogy.
And where is the Bat?
What, he too busy angsting
Over his love-toy?
Too busy for ME?
Bastard, when I say he'll jump,
It'll be how high!
He's going to pay.
All are MY puppets, MY game,
ME who pulls the strings!
The gun salute's ready.
So am I, about face twice.
"Ready, aim, fire!"
Blood-blooming mayor
Gratifies my trigger itch.
Shrieks bring ecstasy.
My muscles flare from
Snuffing the candle of fate.
I'm what's certain left.