Joker's Lil Whore

Sweet Agonized Pain

Harley knew that Mistah J was an asshole and would never stop. From the beatings to the isolation was torment on her. Not that anything she said made much difference. Mistah J had been only sweet calling her lil slut.

"Harley I adore your inner fuckbitch self. But I must remind you that mean nothing to me, whore!" chuckled Mistah J mirthfully.

He slapped and punched her cause she was making eye's at another in front of him. Harley felt like shit after and hated him. But couldn't say a thing to him in utter defiance.

Weeks would go by and she was always getting hurt. Much to the annoyance of Mistah J. But she digress from him and his evil ways.

Mistah J hated how Harley was being a tramp. But delighted in the ways she would cry for her death after some weekly torture tactics on her.

"You really thought your fucking hussy ass could ever leave me for buckshit!" snarled Mistah J.

The joker would fuck her til she was screaming like the bitch in heat sdhe was. Uttering hate filled words at her and feeling hot and bothered too.

"Pure little fucksocket just can't help being used up!" Mocked The Joker to Harley.

Harley wasn't going to take this for much longer. Even if it wasn't in her own way. When she saw her chance to flee. She took and left The Joker. It left a sweet vile taste in her mouth. But one she'd relish in all the time.

The joker was enraged that Harley had given him the slip. He was having his goons try to find her. Even if she came back dead or alive too. It was up to whomever brought his slut back to him. Made fucking difference to.  him.