The tears kept falling as I held my hand to my burning cheek.
"Faster." Joker demanded.
I walked faster, afraid he might hurt me again.
He shoved me in the room as I opened the door, I stumbled but caught myself.
"Sit on the bed." He demanded, walking into the bathroom.
I quickly sat on the huge bed. The silk sheets cool against my legs.
He came back into the room with tweezers and a pair of small scissors.
I gulped and let out a shaky breath,
"It this gonna hurt?" I said with a shaky voice.
"Probably," He grumbled. "Take your shirt of." He demanded.
My eyes widened, "What? No!" I panicked pushing myself farther into the bed until my back hit the wall.
"I knew you would do this." He sighed.
He took his jacket of along with his gun holster.
Then in one swift movement he grabbed my ankles, yanking me forward.
I let out a yelp and before I could protest he was sitting between my legs, pinning my hands above my head with his left hand.
"Know listen here little girl, I'm taking these stitches out weather you like it or not!" He growled.
And being the horny teenager I was, him growling at me was a major turn on.
I felt my core tingle and I whimpered, and without thinking I rubbed against him.
"Don't you dare start something you can't finish." He sneered.
And with yet another swift movement he flipped me on my stomach.
Him sitting on my butt with my hands still pinned above my head.
I heard a drawer open, and cold metal around my wrist. I look up.
"Hand cuffs! Are you fucking kidding me right know?" I yelled angry.
He was silent.
*snip, snip, snip, snip*
Oh fuck I know what's coming next.
I bit into the mattress as I felt the stitches being pulled from my back.
He did my back, the backs of my legs, and the few that were in my arms. Not being gentle at all.
I was trying so hard not to cry, stitches normally didn't hurt this much, but they were left in to long and my skin was practically glued to the strings.
"Ok, I'm going to take the hand cuffs off so I can take the rest out. You are not going to try and get away. Do you understand?"
"Yes." I mumbled.
I heard the click of the hands cuffs and joker got off me.
I rubbed my sore wrist. And winced at the pain in my back, legs and arms.
"Am I going to have to cuff you down again?" He demanded.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. Bad decision.
He wrapped his left hand around my throat and his other grabbed my chin, snapping my head to face him.
He was so close.
I could feel his harsh breaths fanning my face.
"Say, no sir," he growled and his mouth etched into a smirk. "Or," his hand tightened around my throat. "No daddy." He finished.
"No...........joker." I grinned.
He growled and grinded his metal teeth together.
He pins my back to the bed with his hand around my throat. I let out a small whimper.
I watch as he slowly runs his finger tips down my stomach, my breath hitches as they stop over my clothed clit.
He growls and pushes on it, I gasp and thrust my hips into the air. He chuckles and rubs in circles.
"Excited?" He smirks.
I whimper making eye contact. "Please." I beg.
"You mean you want this?" He smirks and runs the tips of his fingers over my clothed core.
I shiver runs up my spine, "y-yes."
He presses down on my clit and I thrust my hips into the air.
"Calm down kitten." He purrs.
"Please." I beg. "I need you."
