One Bad Day

Unimaginable

WARNING!! THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FOR EVERYONE. THOSE WHO PREFER FLUFF BUNNIES, THE GLASS IS HALF FULL, AND ROSE TINTED GLASSES SHOULD CONSIDER THEMSELVES WARNED. TO THE SQUEAMISH, FAINT OF HEART, OR PEOPLE WITH HEALTH PROBLEMS, BOTH PHYSICAL AND MENTAL, YOU'RE FOREWARNED. SPECIAL ATTENTION TO SUFFERES OF POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER, THIS CHAPTER COULD POTENTIALLY TRIGGER SOMETHING. On another note, Im not a psycho, I just like to explore the taboo. Thank you to those who continue reading.
-Sixx

Harley's POV

They shoved a needle in my neck inside the car. I passed out. I don't know where they've taken me. When I come to I'm in a mostly empty room. I'm bound by my wrists and suspended from the ceiling. My toes barely tickle the ground. The lighting in the room is extremely bright. My eyes throb at it. I look up at my wrists trying to see if I can somehow free myself. But whoever tied me up knew what they were doing.

Suddenly the door opens and I can see the Riddler come through the door. The jerk who kidnapped me is right behind him. The Riddler smiles at me. "Hello Harley Quinn. Or did you change your name when you married the Joker? Is it Harley Joker? Or maybe Mrs. Joker? Oh, or how about Clown Princess?"

"Mistah J is gonna kill you so slowly," I smirk and shake my head at him.

"Oh I don't think so. Not if he values his new wife. I know what kind of IQ he has, surely he knew how dangerous it would be to you to make such a public wedding. But, knowing Joker such as I do, I can't fully put it past him to have planned it that way. Maybe he wanted to get rid of you and that child you carry. It is something that he would do."

"He wouldn't go to the trouble of marrying me if he wanted me dead. He would have slit my throat when I  told him about the baby! He loves me!"

He bats his eyes a few times and gives me a humbled smile, but hus black eyes narrowed. "And I hope you're right. In fact, I am really counting on his affection for you. But, in the meantime, perhaps you can answer a question for me."

"What?" I snarl.

"Has Joker told you the bats secret identity?"

"Secret identity? What are you talking about?"

"Your husband knows. I guess he doesn't tell you everything," he gives me a sad pout, "or, you're lying to me," he turns to Zsasz and nods.

Zsasz gets a big smile and moves for me. He backhands me hard. But he didn't hit as hard as Mistah J. I  just smile big and spit in his face. Then he balls his fist and punches me in the nose. Blood starts pouring from my nose.

"Oh, ouch, that looks like it hurts," Riddler cringes, "Does this make you want change your answer?"

"Go. Fuck. Yourself." I pant hard.

He narrows his eyes at me again, "That's the wrong answer," he folds his hands behind his back and turns to leave. "She's all yours," he says to Zsasz, "but don't kill her, we need  her alive."

He leaves the room and Zsasz looks at me with a smirk. He wipes my spit from his face. I watch as he pulls out a knife. And it makes his smile turn into a clenched teeth growl.

"How about you and me have some fun sugar?"

"Sure, if you don't mind my Mistah J crashing the party," I say sarcastically.

He presses the knife against my swollen belly, "You shut your face or I will drive this knife right into that demon spawn you're carrying!"

So I shut up and tears form in my eyes. I didn't like this. What was he going to do to me? I jerk my wrists, praying to slip free. But it just wasn't happening. I was unfortunately at his mercy.

"There, thats better," he coos and brings the knife up to my throat. "You are so hot. I can only imagine how hot you were before that psycho bleached you out." He  traces the knife down my chest and between my breasts.

He grabs my shirt all of the sudden and rips it open in the front. His hands greedily grope me. He squeezes them hard and I wince a bit. He moves his mouth to my neck and sucks my flesh into his mouth. I  feel his teeth bite down. He straightens back up and looks at me licking his lips. His eyes slowly lower down to his hands still cupped at my breasts.

"Mmmm, are these all you? Maybe I should check for implants, they couldn't possibly be that perfect."

He slips the knife under my bra and jerks up. It flies open and the smile on his face spreads. His hands quickly cup them again. Then he lowers his mouth down to them ans sucks my nipple into his mouth. Then he stops.

"That clown does like marking his territory, doesn't he?"

I know he's talking about the hickys Mistah J put on me on our wedding  night. I just scowl at him.

"Well, I'll just have to leave a few marks of my own."

Then I feel his teeth bite down on my nipple. I can feel the skin break. I stare up at the ceiling as tears spill from the corners of my eyes. When he releases me again and raises his head. I can see my blood in the corners of his mouth. He grabs my face and presses his bloody lips to mine. I try jerking my head away but he's holding my cheeks too tight. He forces his tounge into my mouth. I can taste the metallic taste of my blood. He finally comes up for air.

"Mmmm, I love the way you taste. How about the rest of you? Does all of you taste that good baby?"

"Go to hell!" I scream and cry at the same time.

He slaps me hard. "Keep your fucking mouth shut!" Then I feel his hands start roughly tugging at my bottoms. He pushes them down off my hips. He quickly pushes the knife against my stomach again, "Don't you make a sound or the kid dies."

Then he reaches down between my  legs and rips my panties off. His breathing picks up and he quickly unbuttons his pants. He quickly works them down. He hooks both of my legs behind the knees and raises them up. He sloppily spits on his fingers and sticks them down between my legs.

"Oh I'm gonna enjoy this," he pants.

Then I feel him push up into me. He moans and squeezes my legs. He pulls back and slams into me hard. It hurts and tears spill down my cheeks. I bite my lip to keep from making a sound. I stare up at the ceiling again as he pounds into me. I tried to go somewhere else in my mind. I tried to think about Mistah J, but I didn't want to associate him with this kind of act. So I tried to comfort myself by knowing that he would be coming for me. That he would kill this son of a bitch.

I wanted Zsasz to cum fast so that he would stop doing what he was doing. But he wasn't fast. When he got close he would stop and calm down, then he would start up again. He just kept on and on. It took a great toll on me both physically and mentally. Eventually I couldn't take it any longer and I passed out. I was very thankful to do so. I told myself that when I opened my eyes again that I would be im my Mistah J's safe protective arms again.