WARNING: This chapter DOES contain a bit of non-con at a certain point. So if you are triggered by this, then please by all means, skip this chapter. This is my shortest chapter yet only because I want make it where if some people do have to skip, they can do so without missing out on too much storyline.

People may argue, then why bother writing it but I personally feel it's an important part of Olive's personal downfall and the mindset of someone who is manipulated and abused. I told you this story would descend into madness, so please continue reading at your own risk.

THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M!

"Cause I'm your jazz singer
And you're my cult leader
I love you forever,
I love you forever

This is ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss"

- Lana Del Rey "Ultraviolence"

My hands cupped my ears as the gun shots continued to rain out.

It felt like everything in those few seconds had slowed to a stagnant pace. I could no longer watch as the bodies of guests fell limply too the floor. Their lifeless eyes vacantly searching mine.

There were so many things I wanted to do but I found myself glued to that single spot on stage. Afraid that if I moved, I'd be gunned down too.

And that laughing, oh that laughing!

Joker was uncontrollably howling with his manic pet. Their combined giggling pierced through my brain like a migraine. Drilling the satisfaction and control of it into the crevices.

Why was I consistently so naive?

My stomach began to gurgle. The blood splatter that covered the ballroom wafted into the air. The pungency filled my nostrils coating my throat and traveled down into my belly. It swirled with all of the martinis I consumed earlier making a dangerous concoction that threatened to resurface.

Finally, the gun fire ended as I covered my mouth with my left hand. My breathing went ragged. I could only focus on my silver heels while I quivered with unabashed fear. I could not stay here.

I felt my insides reel. Without looking up, I made a mad sprint towards the left side of the stage. The only sounds echoing besides the throaty laughter were the clicks of my shoes. I immediately heard one chuckle die out as I exited.

However, I knew better than to turn around. I kept a fast pace to my dressing room locking the door behind me after I entered. My stomach couldn't hold it any longer. I stumbled to the waste basket puking pure liquid. It sent me a haughty reminder that I hadn't eaten all night. My insides groaned.

I gagged making more come up. I was lost in a moment of spit and tears as I tried to collect myself from the carpet. My fingertips reached for the tissue box atop the vanity desk. When I managed to snag one, I promptly wiped my mouth and spat any excess into the bin. My throat was hot and dry.

Suddenly, there was a great pounding followed by a frantic twist of the knob at the door.

"Chrysalis!" A voice growled.

It was something I had never heard before. The tone was very angry laced with what sounded like disappointment. I had this utter dread wash over me that these may very well be my last moments on this Earth. My fingers reached for a balisong.

After the doorknob rattled a second it was pushed open cautiously by the crazy clown himself. The look on his face, heated. "Did you not appreciate my joke, little bug?"

I couldn't tsteady the shaking. I was absolutely terrified. He tossed whatever he had had in his hand to jimmy the lock and closed it behind him, locking it again. Noticing this, I mustered the courage to grip the handle of one of my knives.

His menacing gaze met my frightened one. He tutted, making plodding steps in my direction. "I don't like girls who can't take a good joke. Especially mine."

I threw the knife at him, aiming for his face. He barely dodged it as it struck the wall behind him. I was too shaken up. I had to do better.

His features twisted into a sadistic grin. It sent an ethereal chill down my spine. I could not distinguish if he was even madder or if he was now amused by my murderous attempt. I geared up another blade.

"You wanna play, doll face? Let's play." He kept moving forward.

I sent the next one soaring at his throat. To my dismal, it only nicked him. He snarled pouncing on me like a wild cat. I screamed a pitiful no as he yanked me to my feet, smacking me around. We struggled with each other for a short time. He'd back hand me in the face and then steady me again for another swing. I clawed at his wrists, digging my nails as deep as they could go.

This only, of course, upset The Joker more. He grasped my wrists with a venomous force now pushing me into the nearest wall. I faltered to break free.

"You lied to me!" I shouted.

He responded with a hearty cackle, "When did I lie?"

I couldn't stop myself from crying, "You said I only had to sing…."

"And you did!" He praised. "And what a marvelous performance you put on! You knocked 'em dead, kid!" He laughed again.

I wriggled under his grip. "No, no, no, no, no!" I brought a knee up to get him in the crotch but misjudged by a few inches too high. I ended up landing into his stomach.

He flinched before growling again and spinning me around with haste. One of the clown's fingers tangled in my blonde waves bending me on to a smaller dresser top. He made sure to press his elbow into the slope of my back, sending pain through out.

I cried out, "Gahg!"

I felt a weight descend onto my body as he gruffly whispered in my ear. "Why do you want to fight me, Chrysalis?"

"Then let me go!" I choked out. The pressure of the hand on my head increased. "I've done my part!"

"And so you have! But who ever said anything about letting you walk?"

My grey eyes widened at the realization. Rewinding back to our previous conversation in room 208 he only specified that all I had to do was sing. Never once was the conditions of whether I was a free woman afterwards was mentioned. I never asked. Only assumed.

Motherfucker.

He ripped my head to the side, "You're fully paid for, my dear. I never lose out on a profit. Remember that."

There was a sudden distraught knock at the door. Followed by a worried voice, "Puddin'?"

The door knob swiveled back and forth. "Is everything alright?"

I could hear The Joker grimace, "Ah! Kitten! No need to worry, Pumpkin pie. Daddy's just taking care of business." He twisted my hair in his fingers.

"Agh!" I cringed.

"I shouldn't be long. Go play!" There was a silence beyond the door before Joker seethed. "Now!"

The pitter patter of Harley's smaller feet scurried away from the dressing room door. All hope I had garnered at an escape, lost. I panicked, worming around beneath him. He brought his attention back to me. He let a low whistle escape him, "Oh, now I wouldn't advise doing that. You're treading dangerous territory."

My face contorted into confusion. Why did that even mean?

In one swift motion he buried his face into the nape of my neck, biting it intensely. His free hand gripping my hip. I shrieked bucking my body around in an effort to throw him off balance.

I loosened my left wrist from out and under me, using my nails once again to dig into his tattooed hand that was resting on my body. I ripped my talons across as best I could. He instantly jerked it away, cursing under his breath. He gave me a good slam against the wooden surface. I was knocked dizzy for a moment.

"You know," He started, drawing away from me. I could hear what sounded like a belt being unbuckled and pulled from it's loops. My hearted pounded so hard, I thought it was going to burst through my chest. His fingers snaked around my wrists as he pulled them above my head, using his leather belt to knot them together. His voice came close to my ear, dripping with something deadly.

"From the moment I met you, I haven't come to terms with whether to kill you, or fuck you." This time his chuckle was dark but I could sense the restrained desire. The unfamiliarity of the things he was feeling. "That puts me in quite an interesting predicament."

Quite a predicament, indeed. I was now uncertain of the things I was feeling as well. I was aware that I was still utterly scared and that these hostile interactions between us were considered foreplay to a madman such as himself. Yet, I was shivering with some unknown anticipation. Anticipation for what?

"I could do both." He commented, seemingly distracted by how his slender digits leisurely lifted my dress. "It's not like you'll die anyway."

I roared to life, trying to roll myself away. My feet kicked blindly praying to strike some part of him. I wanted to scream out for help but my vocal cords didn't appear to work. It was like a bad dream.

My actions only riled him up more. He made sure to press all of his weight onto me, seething, "Goddamnit!"

It was very strange how he muttered incoherently to himself as he man handled me about the desk. He'd be gentle one moment, then rough the next. It was almost like he was having an internal battle within himself. He craved that closeness but didn't want to understand why. Almost as if he didn't want to accept that underneath all that crazy, he was still just a man.

Something softened inside me.

The clown had one hand tugging at my lingerie while the other sounded like it was fiddling with his suit pants. I pressed my sweaty forehead to the desk, the urge to fight escaping me. His nonsensical words floated around in the air like distant music. There was humming, huffing, growling, and cursing. Nothing I could make out other than an occasional "Fuck" or hiss.

When he eventually removed my underwear and had his pants successfully undone he shaped himself against me. The contact of skin sent goosebumps coursing through my body. His painted lips were back underneath my ear. He let a small "Oooo" escape that mouth.

I inhaled deeply, preparing myself for what was to come. My emotions mixed with disgust and need. The very same need I felt on stage when I wanted him to look my way.

Fingers protruded me, interrupting my thoughts. I gasped, letting my fingertips grip the edge of the dresser. He managed to keep his weight on me while both hands helped him slip inside. I felt a satisfied grin form on my neck. I wasn't even going to try to deny that I was already slick. The part of me that wanted this, wanted it. I couldn't wrestle her deviant inclination.

With the first thrust I tried to muffle my moan between the hard wood of the dresser top. I could tell this only excited the fiend even more. He let his hands hold down mine while he fervently picked up the pace. I gasped loudly this time, not able to stifle myself. He let the fingers of his one hand cover my mouth.

It only managed to silence me a little as he now pounded into my very being. I would say it hurt but there was something so gratifying about it, so pleasurable, that I couldn't complain. The dresser creaked with our now mutual movements. I called his name in breathy whispers as he did not speak mine.

Although, it was hard to tell between the manic dialog he was having with himself. Most of it was just sounds. Monsterous, animalistic sounds. As he was releasing all the pent up frustration, aggravation, and rage he'd been feeling this whole time. I had suddenly become his outlet. A shiny new toy to destroy.

My body didn't seem to mind though and even cried out in sadness when he came to his end. I should have known it was only for his pleasure. I groaned in protest.

He ignored me, naturally, becoming a drenched heap on top of me. Our heavy breathing filled the hot, stickiness in the air. I wanted to embed this moment into my brain for the rest of my life. The way our bodies fit together like a puzzle. The feeling of his thin but muscular physique on mine. His heartbeat, the very heartbeat that made him human, fluttered violently against my back.

I sighed a teary sigh, "J?"

Joker removed himself from me and began to clean himself up. It was almost eerie the way he remained catatonic. I whispered again to him, "J?"

I heard him zip up his suit pants and walk around to the front of my disheveled form. He untied his belt from my wrists, avoiding eye contact. My heart began to sink with despair. When I was released I stretched my fingertips towards his pale visage catching his skin slightly. I wanted to feel that connection once more.

He snapped his head up sending me a menacing gaze. In an instant, the clown prince pulled away from me readjusting his belt. My fingers curled into my palms as fresh tears began to pour from my face. He turned to leave the room not speaking a word as he exited.

What in the hell had just happened?

I slid off the small dresser collapsing onto the carpet in a sobbing mess. My head was so muddled with incertitudes. I hated him. Not because he was the villain everyone said he would be but because he was a villain that no one expected. He was cruel in the worst way but fair. He enchanted me right from the beginning. Even if he hadn't meant to.

His kindness came with a price but it never felt like he asked for anything unreasonable. All of it made sense, even now. Somewhere in-between, my selfish desires fueled my unknowing pursuit. I didn't make any right decisions. I set myself up for this very moment, betraying people who had protected me for years. Despite certain information.

I deserved this.

My hands covered my face as I bawled into them. What was left for me now? It was clear that I wasn't going to be leaving any time soon nor did I have any will to do so either. I was trapped in a situation that I wasn't entirely upset over. Thousands died tonight and I couldn't say I felt one shred of sorrow for any of them.

Not anymore.

I reasoned that they were all seasoned criminals and their lives meant as much as mine or The Joker's did to society. Reversing the situation, they wouldn't have even given us a second thought. There was nothing to mourn.

I suddenly felt something deep inside me, snap.

Hello everyone! I'm so glad I was able to update. The month of October is my personal favorite so I'm usually pretty busy. However, as I've stated previously, I love writing this story. So I'll try to update when I can. They may just come a bit slower for the time being.

As always, reviews are always welcomed and stay tuned for the next chapter! :)

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