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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It was the third day of their little gambling experience and Harley was able to sway off men with her loud mouth and her winning streak. Admiral didnt even stop her, he knew any money she made went right into his pocket.
She had cut her hair and found herself revived. She put on the sparkliest of outfits and found herself in the company of Kermit Tully, she made it clear she wasnt fucking him, he had been persistent and patient for three days, since the moment he saw Harley but she refused. Said to find another girl, she was off the clock, Kermit the frog. He stared back at her thinking it was an insult but he was confused. She ribbited right in his face.
"Because you look like a frog." Harley should have known her drunk rambles would have gotten her in trouble. Kermit didnt like her insult and he drugged her drink and to think she was having such a good night. He left her alone after the deed was done and her head started to spin, she leaned into the bar, her head spinning and legs wobbly, she didnt understand.
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"Look at that good God almighty."
"Don't you get some dignity, sweetheart?"
"Yeah, They put themselves in danger, girls like that."
"If she's not careful someone's gonna take advantage specially kinda guys in this world."
"She's kind of hot."
"Hot fucking mess."
"I mean that is just asking for it."
"Ah, look at that. I think they'd learn by that, wouldn't you? Right? Where are even her friends? Didnt she come in with someone?" Kermit pondered knowingly.
"They just ran off somewhere fucking some guy."
"They are the whores." Another man said. "But still... Leaving her lying around for anyone to pickup."
"Sounds like a challenge," Kermit mused.
"Yeah, maybe."
"I'll go over." Kermit declared getting up.
Oh ho! Kermit. I didn't know you had it in you!"
"To see if she's OK." Kermit lied.
"Yeah, no of course. Sure. Go for it." Kermit smirked as he headed to Harley.
"Hey. You okay? What are you looking for?" Kermit pondered.
"My friends." Harley slurred out. "They are not here. They gotta be here, they were just..."
" Yeah. Sure... I know. OK, look, I'm headed out anyway, why don't I help you?" Kermit pondered.
"No." Harley corrected she knew NO, No, no, no.
"It's totally fine, it's not a problem, really. What are you gonna do? It's fine, come on. It's not a problem. Let's go. There we go." Kermit led her through the in. "You got it? Alright, just hold on to the railing. Yep, okay... right here."
Harley groaned leaning into him she felt light and heavy at the same time her vision was blurry and she was disoriented.
"You're so beautiful. You know what, do you mind if I just.." Kermit reached out for her.
"I need to lie down." Harley whispered.
"Oh... yeah of course! Right this way. Don't go to sleep." Kermit demanded.
"What?" Harley rasped.
"Gods, you're so pretty."
"What are you..." Harley whispered as he kissed her.
"It's okay, hey, you're safe." Kermit assured pulling at her clothes.
"What are you..."
"Hey, it's OK. You're safe. Shh!" Kermit demanded as his groped her.
"What are you doing?" Harley questioned disoriented.
"Gods! Your body!" Kermit declared as he tossed her dress aside. Harley couldnt move she felt so out of it.
"No," she begged anyway, fear amplifying her voice, her pulse roaring past her ears.
"Stop it!"
He wrestled her to the ground, shoving her face-down beneath his sweaty body. Hot beer breath smothered her. Then his weight, his hands...oh Gods, his erection. He jabbed at her ass with it, his heavy panting scraping her ears.
"Get off me!" she thrashed, her fingers clawing at the ground, taking her nowhere. "I don't want this. Please, don't—"
His palm slapped over her mouth, shutting her up as his strength confined her movements.
Her body grew cold, numb, collapsing like a dead thing, separating from her headspace. She let herself slip away. But not before one final plea.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Harley rasped trying to take a breath but she couldnt. "Stop... stop... stop." then it went black.
The lump shifted in her throat, and a deep groan rumbled from the blankets. A man's groan, one she didnt know with horrifying intimacy. A chill gripped her spine as she scrambled backwards.
Why was here? Why was he after her. Who's bed was she in? His thick arm swung up, and his hand caught the back of her neck, pulling her toward him. She squirmed in her attempt to push away, but he was stronger, meaner, and never responded to No.
"you worthless fucking cunt!"
He could have been handsome but appearances are just the skin of the soul, and his soul is rotten. She rolled off the bed, shoved down her skirt, and ran.
