Harley Quinn was sick of being taken advantage of. Being a bastard did not give anyone the right to treat her less then. Aegon pushed her a little too far.
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"What if fairytales didnt end in happy endings? What if they end up in war?"
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When Harley woke she thought it was a bad dream. She was alone, her body was sore and she didnt know where she was but she wasnt restrained, she wasnt in some dark cold room. She was free.
"It was all a dream." Harley told herself as she walked. Her body hurt, she was sore and sticky, and bloody, that wasnt right, that wasnt a dream. She tried to push the images flashing through her mind.
As Harley walked, enjoying the night air, she soon sensed someone behind her. Before she could turn around, strong hands grabbed her and pulled her off the path pushing her down in the grass. The stranger was larger than her, and she felt his weight crushing down on her as he struggled to pin her hands down over her head with one of his hands.
Harley's eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and she was afraid to face her attacker. His knee roughly spreads her thighs wide apart. Harley was overcome by fear, but continued to struggle against him. His other hand pulled her pants off her hips and onto the tops of her thighs, exposing her panties. She cried out helplessly, when all of a sudden she heard a familiar voice...
People would say she was naïve but she was just a child. She was a weak and helpless and she didn't want to be that girl anymore but what choice did she have?
Next thing she knew her clothes were torn and she was being thrown into a room, the door sealed closed behind her.
Her breathing hardly comes in as another scream tears through her throat. Tears prick her eyes, burning them as she slammed her fists against
She cried out again, pleading with men who ignored her.
"Please!" She begged them. They won't listen, though. Even as panic tensed all throughout her body, and adrenaline pounds through her veins, Harley was all too aware they won't listen to a single word she says. She knew what he wanted. Her racing heart slowed. A chill settled through her as she heard a knock on the steel roof above her.
"You be quiet now, there are other ways to shut you up" a man said, his voice carrying through the door.
"Please," she whispered so lowly, she wasnt even certain a soul could hear. The command comes out final yet tinged with sympathy, although she might be wrong. Perhaps she only imagine a semblance of mercy.
"You listen to me, and everything will be all right."
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Harley knew where she was now as she looked around the half dressed women, but they seemed content, she was a prisoner and she didnt want to be.
"Hes got a few guys that like em young and inexperienced." One of the whores told her.
She wanted to run but they said he would catch her beat her to death when they found her. They would always find her.
"You get meals and clothes-"
"This isnt clothes!" Harley corrected
"Roof over your head instead of the streets. Its not bad."
Harley ran.
She was caught.
She didnt know why she suspected she could be the one that got away.
"Are you running?"
His voice rumbled through her like a promise that he was going to kill her, that he was going to do worse than kill her, he was going to break her. It annoyed her. She whipped around, barely able to make out his face in the shadows.
"Are you following me so you can take advantage of a woman alone in the dark? Hmm? Are you going to force yourself on me? And when you realize I'm not some damsel that I will keep fighting you... you should just let me go now." Harley didnt know where her confidence came from her breathing was jagged and her heart pounding but she stood tall trying to be brave. His laugh rumbled in his chest. Harley should have been terrified. But she supposed she came to the understanding that she was going to die and she was okay with it because she didnt want live to be someone elses bitch.
This man who would easily overpower her. No one else would care about Harley, she didnt have anyone else. All he had to do was pin her down and cover her mouth and no one would know or care because she was a bastard and people with no names didnt matter to society. She could just barely see the devilish smirk on his lips, and still, she tried to be brave.
"Something tells me that you'd like me forcing myself on you. Maybe you'd even find it fun."
"No." Harley begged.
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Harley felt a hand cover her mouth and a dagger press onto her neck. She barely saw a strand of thick dark hair in her periphery, she knew it was the Admiral again. His laugh echoed in her mind as her body was too weak to fight. His slithery hands wrapped around her.
"I missed you," He whispered in her ear, pulling her closer. Harley choked on her breath as he pushed in, somehow never feeling this much pain yet knowing he had done this before, knowing this pain was her punishment for running. He began moving roughly and she whimpered out.
His abuse burnt as the humiliation of having the other whores look at Harley as though she so weak and feeble, how foolish she was to think herself special, every single one of them was just another object for the men's desire.
Admiral forced her to kiss him, biting and licking at her lips. So hungry, he even tasted her blood from how hard he bit. His hands groped her chest and bottom, not stopping, the whores were used to this but none had ever had the fire little Harley did, but he was breaking her, he always broke them. Harley cried then and she hated every single one of them for not doing something to help her.
He groaned hardly as he came, letting go of her. She regained composure and glared at him, quickly escaping as far as possible but she didnt have far to go she ran to the opposite end of the room and curled into a ball.
