Mad Love
I Should Drug You More Often
As I stood in the hallway I began to feel weird. I looked up to see The Joker still standing in front of the TV flipping through channels. For some odd reason, I had the sudden urge to kiss him. Without hesitation I walked up to him.
"What?" He asked, turning to face me.
I placed my hands on his shoulders, while he looked at me as if he didn't trust me. Before he could protest, I lightly pressed my lips to his. I then realized what I did, and quickly pulled away, feeling disgusted with myself. The Joker then just laughed hysterically.
"What?" I asked, realizing that I was getting dizzy.
"Oh, nothing. It's just the drugs in your system are now taking affect." He said, laughing even more.
I kept backing away from him, until I fell. I was becoming more disoriented by the second. I couldn't even stand up.
"I should drug you more often!" He yelled, as he picked me up.
I wanted to call him a sick son of a bitch, but I couldn't form the words.
"Maybe this would be a good time to take advantage over you, since you really can't do anything." He screeched, as he twirled me around in his arms.
I just wanted him to sit me down before I puked. He laid me down a bed.
"You know, your cute when your drugged up." He whispered, as he got on top of me laughing slightly.
He then began kissing my neck. I wanted to push him away, but I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried. All I could do was watch him. He then stopped and looked up at my face.
"Oh, come on. You know it'll be fun." He said, as he slipped off his gloves for the first time.
He began to slid his hands to the back of the tattered dress and unzipped it. He was having trouble so he took out his knife and just cut it off.
"Now that's much better." He said, staring down at me in my bra and panties.
He slipped off his coat, and then returned to kissing me. I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch him. In an odd way, I was enjoying it. Shit, no...I couldn't be enjoying this. I opened my eyes when I felt him roll off of me. He was standing up, holding a shirt.
"What?" He asked, turning to face me.
I placed my hands on his shoulders, while he looked at me as if he didn't trust me. Before he could protest, I lightly pressed my lips to his. I then realized what I did, and quickly pulled away, feeling disgusted with myself. The Joker then just laughed hysterically.
"What?" I asked, realizing that I was getting dizzy.
"Oh, nothing. It's just the drugs in your system are now taking affect." He said, laughing even more.
I kept backing away from him, until I fell. I was becoming more disoriented by the second. I couldn't even stand up.
"I should drug you more often!" He yelled, as he picked me up.
I wanted to call him a sick son of a bitch, but I couldn't form the words.
"Maybe this would be a good time to take advantage over you, since you really can't do anything." He screeched, as he twirled me around in his arms.
I just wanted him to sit me down before I puked. He laid me down a bed.
"You know, your cute when your drugged up." He whispered, as he got on top of me laughing slightly.
He then began kissing my neck. I wanted to push him away, but I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried. All I could do was watch him. He then stopped and looked up at my face.
"Oh, come on. You know it'll be fun." He said, as he slipped off his gloves for the first time.
He began to slid his hands to the back of the tattered dress and unzipped it. He was having trouble so he took out his knife and just cut it off.
"Now that's much better." He said, staring down at me in my bra and panties.
He slipped off his coat, and then returned to kissing me. I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch him. In an odd way, I was enjoying it. Shit, no...I couldn't be enjoying this. I opened my eyes when I felt him roll off of me. He was standing up, holding a shirt.
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What is he going to do with that shirt? You'll have to see next time!