She used to be sane, they both did. But now they kill for fun. He found her locked up in a prison and took her for himself. They said that once you win her over, she'll be hopelessly devoted to you. Merciless, psychopathic, and clinically insane.
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--Harley's P.O.V--
Black dress shoes were position right in front of me, my heart beating faster and faster the more the time passed. Should I make a run for it?
No! Yes!
Oh shut up! You don't know what could happen if he catches us!
I know EXACTLY what could happen if he catches us. And I'm ok with all of the possibilities.
You make me sick.
That makes two of us.
Stop arguing and help me get out of this shit! Unless you actually want to LOSE in this game. You don't want to LOSE do you?
Fuck, we need to get out! I-I don't wanna lose!
That makes two of us.
Oh you ass.......
I slowly moved around under the bed as I watched the black suede shoes pace around the room. The sound of leather snapping and metal clinging made my breath become ragged. You know what? I'm Harley fucking Quinn and I'm my own woman! No man gets to push me around!
I crawled from under the bed and stood up only to see, well, nothing. No one was there. Shit. If no ones in front of me then that mea-
"Hello babydoll," purred a sultry voice in my ear. My eyes widened, but I refused to turn around. A pair of hands grabbed my hips and forced me to wheel around, two angry brown orbs meeting mine, "I thought I told you to be a good girl while I was away, princess. Why did you disobey Daddy?"
My lip stuck out as I hung my head in shame, "I didn't mean to, I just wanted to play. You're not mad are you?"
"No kitten," he shook his head, "I'm not mad." I let out a breath of relief, my heart rate returning to normal. At least he's not angry with me. Brendon snatched my arm and pushed me into the bed, walking over to lock the door before returning, "I'm furious."
Brendon crawled ontop of me and grabbed a fistful of my hair, crashing his lips on mine and pulling my hair while his tongue entered my mouth. I thought that he would want to fight for dominance, but I was wrong. He lured my tongue into his mouth and kept it in place with his teeth. The more I struggled to get away the harder he bit down on my tongue. A chainy flavor began to fill my mouth as blood trickled out of my tongue.
Brendon's hand reached over to take off his leather jacket and to slide off my tutu and underwear. The movements he did made his body move a bit, making my tongue bleed more. As much as this hurts, I like the pain it's causing me. It's almost like this is a turn on.
