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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 19:06:07 GMT -5
The second she said 'amuse' Joker hung up and narrowed his eyes at her. he tossed the phone to Larry his eyes still locked on Summer.
"Get all of the information from her contact list, her private messages and voice mail. All of it. I think we might have ourselves a new death list. Do you think I'm stupid. Ms. GLEASON?? Ah yes I remember you now. and your little tv show...."
He leaned over her and scowled.
"You tried to give away my location. For your sake, you'd better hope....HAL is as dumb as he sounds. However you did break a rule. So we must do something about that. AhAhAhAhAhA Moe?"
A thick rope wrapped around her waist as Moe tied her and her legs to the chair. The Joker walked to the side where many gadgets and devices were stored and he opened a cabinet. Inside were what appeared to be many Medieval torture devices.
"For the first infraction I'll give you a choice...old school or new? Heeheeheeheeheeheee"
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Her boss’s voice stopped abruptly, signaling that the Joker had hung up. Her gaze followed her phone as he tossed it to his assistant, getting a rise out of Summer. “Wait! Stop, that’s a total invasion of privacy! Y-You can’t do that!” While the redhead hoped she didn’t have anything that would prove to be useful to the Joker, it bothered her that he would basically have access to her entire life. Assuming he had the technology to get past her four-digit passcode, Summer prepared for the worst. Her phone had several privacy settings that made her face turn as red as her hair when she pictured them basically going through every memory, conversation and information she had collected.
When her name escaped his mouth, it sent a series of shivers down her spine. Goosebumps raced across every exposed area of skin as she realized how severe her situation was. The collected and calm Summer has disappeared with an instance as her fight or flight instincts kicked in. She had to escape, no one was coming to save her, she was completely at the Joker’s mercy. While she had reported on many similar stories, she never could imagine herself in a similar situation. She was basically inserted in a living nightmare. She leaned back in her chair as he moved closer to her, determined to get as much space between them as possible. “You watch my show? How flattering-“ she answered her voice equally laced with both sarcasm and fear.
Once more she attempted to bolt up from her chair. “NO!” She screamed desperately, gathering all her strength in attempt to get free. Shoved roughly back down in the chair, a series of thick ropes rooted her to the back of the chair. He moved so quickly, but Summer still struggled in attempt to loosen the ropes as he moved to secure each of her ankles to the matching front legs of the chair. “Just- let me go. I don’t even know where you’ve taken me. If you just let me know it’s not even like I can tell the authorities where you are-“ She began, silencing herself when she caught sight of the numerous torture devices he had collected. Summer swallowed painfully, “NO!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. “Look, I am sure we can make some kind of arrangement, let’s just be reasonable. I-I will play by your rules. Whatever you want." She attempted calmly, her voice shaking.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 20:24:34 GMT -5
He picked up items and set them back down intently examining them but being sure she got an eyeful of each one. He smiles once he heard the hard exterior she had been putting up crumble down when he picked up the soldering iron. He giggled and plugged it in.
"Oh NICE choice. We have to let it heat up a little first. In the meantime..."
He sat down on one of the steps leading to his throne and smiled at her.
"I appreciate that you agree to playing by my rules cuz y'see....punishment for breaking a rule is one of my rules so thank you for your consent. Hehehehehhehe Do you like tattoos? How about carving or even branding? You seem to think eeeeeverything I do is to do nothing more than get attention. Well perhaps you're right and SOoooooo to not break the streak I'm going to make sure you never forget that. HAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!! I'm glad you picked the soldering iron. Carving is such a mess."
He leaned back and looked over at the tool heating up and smacked his lips then looked at her quietly a moment and cocked his head.
"Do you like pork?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 21:03:23 GMT -5
“What are you talking about? I haven’t chosen anything!” Summer panicked, watching his every moved with her eyes peeled as he selected which device that he intended to use on her. She began to shake her head as he pulled out and plugged in a soldering iron, resulting in the fear to rise inside her. Fighting against her restraints, she couldn’t help but notice that her constantly struggling had made a bit of progress. While the thick plastic of the zip-tie held strong, the ropes hadn’t been to entirely tight to start out with. She had moved so much when he had been securing her that she had made it difficult to bind her efficiently.
“That’s not what I mean,” Summer replied quickly. “You can’t do this-please.” Tattoos, carvings, brands? The idea of each and every one of them put the redhead into a panic. The idea of being branded with any mark by the joker was revolting. Where did he intend to put it on her? Although the biggest fear was the pain that was sure to accompany the mark that he intended on making. “Soldering iron? What are you doing with that?” The redhead whimpered, struggling so much in her chair that it managed to fall over with her in it. That didn’t stop her attempt to get free. Summer shimmied in hopes she might free herself and buy more time.
It was evident that he watched her show by his statement. Though she never did regret her words, she didn’t think they would come back to bite her so brutally. “Look,” She started from her vulnerable position on the floor, “I-I know you don’t typically show mercy on anyone. I-I have been following your story the second I arrived in Gotham. I could tell you more about you than most – just, please don’t hurt me. There has to be something I can do…” She craned her next to meet his petrifying gaze. “Pork? I-oh no. I’m a vegetarian...” Summer revealed nervously, unsure what the question might pertain too. She was afraid to ask why, but the question eventually spilled from her lips, ”Why would you ask me that?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 21:38:42 GMT -5
Moe grunted and picked her chair back up & re-tightened the roped knowing in the tip they could have loosened. The Joker slapped his thighs has he stood up and walked back to the soldering iron and picked it up. He paused and picked up a pair of scissors as well the blade gleamed in the light. He held it like a James bond gun as he slowly walked to her the tip has steam coming off it as it was so hot.
"Well Summer, human flesh is also called 'long pork'. This is because human flesh tastes and smells like pork when it's cooked."
He sat down on the stair again and gleamed the scissor's blade reflection in her eyes.
"Do you like pork? Oh that's right vegetarian. Well It's something to think of should you ever decide to give it a try. Heeheehee. Now... where were we? Ah yes....."
His eyes opened wide and excited.
"BRANDING! As much as I would looove to do this to your face I'm aware you...and I am going to need it, and yes we will come to an agreement soon. I have a scoop for you but first things first. You been bad. We must paddle."
The scissors found the seam of her skirt and he cut all the way up to her crotch and he paused.
"Now for my burning, heh no pun intended, question....does Summer Gleason go command?? HAHAHAH let's see!"
He did one last snip to where her panties would be visible....if she wore any.
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Summer released a squeal of protest as her chair was fixed back into the original position and her ropes tightened. A gasp flew from her lips at how unceasingly constricting the ropes were. “I don’t think it can get any tighter, you barbarian!” She might have sent him a dirty look but her eyes were glued to every move the Joker made. Her chest heaving as her fear-stricken hazel eyes followed the trail of steam that emitted from the tip of the soldering iron. The redhead was physically shaking at this point. She didn’t want to know how he knew how human flesh tasted, but for once her curiosity didn’t inquire her to ask at this point either.
“Wait! No! Wh-what do you mean?” She asked, unsure of what he would be needed her face for. Her mind instantly went to the worst thoughts possible and a resume of his past actions raced through her head only adding to her increasing worry. “P-paddle?” she repeatedly helplessly, but she didn’t see any form of paddle. Summer briefly thought back to when the word was harmless and playful in some situations, though now it just made her distraught.
Her gaze lowered from his cold eyes to meet the sharp, silver scissors that began to cut the fabric of her dress with ease revealing her long legs. Summers eyes welled up with tears, but she quickly blinked them back, refusing to let him see her cry. The tight ropes restraining her ankles to the legs of her chair rendered her defenseless, though she wanted nothing more than deliver him a forceful kick with his high-heeled shoe. “That’s designer you despicable-no please!”
The further he cut, the deeper the blush that formed on her cheeks. Summer was humiliated in this vulnerable state, not to mention terrified of the fact that she was only moments away from enduring whatever pattern that he intended to brand on her. Her lip quivered and she could feel the cold metal brush across her upper thighs as he sliced through the material. A whimper fell from her lips as the blade neared her bikini zone, relieved that she had worn the simple white-laced thong under her tight fitting dress rather than avoiding the garment to avoid any lines altogether. At this point with her dress in shreds, panty lines were the least of her worries. Unable to meet his gaze any longer, Summer looked away. "S-stop!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 23:13:37 GMT -5
"Look Moe! Ms. Gleason's a good girl!"
He chuckled as Moe looked down and frowned.
"Aw dat's too bad I was hopin' for some fun later."
"Well that will depend on how Summer acts after her punishment. I think she'll be have though from now on. In fact...."
He held up the soldering iron and pushed one of her legs to the side opening them a little more. The soldering iron made contact with her higher inner thigh as Joker scrawled onto her flesh instantly cauterizing his work into her permanently. The smell was of burnt pork rinds as he continued his work. He whistled as he did so and abruptly stopped.
"Opps I made a boo boo. Maybe I should cross it out. hmmmm....No I'm sure it's still legibel. HEEhEEhEE"
He went back to work, scrawling further up as close to her panties as possible. After a grueling 3 minutes he stopped.
"aaaaand done. What ya think Moe?"
Moe looked around and nodded approvingly.
"Looks great boss."
He had written very badly on her inner thigh "Jokre was here HaHaHaHa" and has a smiley face below it. he got up and took the soldering iron back to the table and unplugged it. He came back and sat down on the stairs again in front of Summer and looked at her quietly.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 2:37:01 GMT -5
Summer was unsure how she had gone this long without losing it at this point. She had resorted to pleading, even begging with a man she knew was far from realistic and merciful. He had made her feel things she had never felt to the most severe degree: vulnerability, humiliation, and fear. He patronized her as if she was a child being punished. Never until this point if you would have told her that she was going to have had her cloths cut off of her from petite frame. The thought of being handed off to his large assistant was the last thing on her mind. All Summer could focus on was the steaming-emitting weapon that the Joker was wielding so close to her thigh.
The redhead was literally trembling as he pushed her leg open, holding so close to her inner thigh that she could feel the intense heat before it had even touched. “Don’t, this is sick...please, there has to be something else-“ She began, only to have it pressed to her pale porcelain skin. Summer released and ear-piercing scream as the weapon singed her skin. Rearing her head back, the girl continued to shriek in agony, Summer closed her eyes, screaming and trying to block out the pain and imagine she was somewhere else far, far away from this place. He came to a spot and Summer attempted to catch her breath, her ample chest heaving as she starred up at the ceiling. Was it over? Was he going to stop? No, that was only the beginning.
She could smell her own burning as he continued to brand her with whatever mark he decided. Summer was distracted from the constricting pain of her tight restrains with one that greatly rivaled that. Her screams of pain echoed around the large room. Despite her efforts to suppress them, tears spilled from her wide, green eyes and ran down the sides of her pretty face. When three minutes of sheer agony had passed, the redhead felt as though it had been a life time. She couldn’t move and her left thigh was throbbing and quickly beginning to swell. Summer didn’t even want to look at it the mark she had left, knowing she would have her entire life to suffer with it adorning her thigh.
Summer finally managed to sit up in the chair, glaring at the clown faced man before her. “You are repulsive” Summer said with distain, her voice hoarse from all of the screaming. With that, she spat in the direction of his face.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 19:46:43 GMT -5
He didn't move or even blink after she struck home in his face. Eventually he got out his handkerchief from his pocket which was attached to another and another and another until he had pulled out about 20 and unamused. wiped his face. His face was blank as he dropped the cloth.
"You..."
In a blink he was in hers his voice was quivering and an octave deeper than he had been speaking previously.
"....MISSED a spot! Do it again. I dare you. Trust me you don't want what is next. aheh heh heeehhhhhh"
His breathing was very hard as if he was trying to contain himself the look in his eyes were wild and feral as the pierced though hers.
"Next time it will be your face and we'll call the whole interview off. Your. Choice."
He slowly leaned back again and looked at her again up and down and studied his handiwork.
"They really need a backspace feature on those irons, don't you agree Moe?"
He and his henchman both chuckled as he looked around.
"Where is Larry he is taking an awful lot of time. Larry!!!"
No reply. Joker listened a few seconds longer and shrugged.
"I do hope he hasn't broken your phone I want you leaving here with your belongings all in one piece. Aheh!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 22:19:44 GMT -5
Summer watched, unsure what to expect as a reaction next. The last thing she wanted was another ‘punishment’ but at the same time she was tired of looking weak. He had just marked her indefinitely, leaving his skin-crawling signature sprawled across her shapely thigh. Though her love life lacked, how was she to explain the unusual raised sector of her skin that had been branded by one of the most infamous characters she had ever followed. Anyone who looked upon it would have a plethora of opinions and feel uneasy about the mark, feeling as though the pretty redhead had been claimed by the fearful man.
She flinched as he shouted. His stare was so cold, striking fear into her that was enough to reduce her body to trembling. Summer would never forget his stare; it would haunt her for weeks. “What interview are you talking about?" He was clearly much more aware of her profession than she had assumed. "If you think you are getting anything other than a sick thrill out of this little encounter you are more insane than I thought you were” She replied, her green eyes uncomfortably locked with his. Summer glared past him as he looked her up and down. The young reporter swore that she could feel his eyes tracing her body and she detested the feeling that accompanied. It was a mix of shame and humiliation in regards to her situation.
However, his final statement resulted in a glimmer of hope and she let looked back to him with her large, watering eyes. “You are going to let me leave? I can go?” she asked hopefully, her voice still a little raspy from her agonizing screams. And she was getting her stuff back? This was too good to be true! He was simply going to let her walk – well, limp – out of Amusement Mile with all of her limbs intact, a complete audio recording of their entire conversation and the knowledge of where his hide out was? Fate had finally smiled on her in this instant. It would be even better if she was allowed to go alone, allowing her to make note of the exit and a potential entrance, hail her own cab and be escorted to her apartment in the safety of a taxi. She knew that not all of it was highly likely, but she was relieved to hear the words ‘leave’ escape his lips.
Summer desperately imagined the reassuring ride home in the comfort and safety as a taxi with her cellphone i.e. her life back. This didn’t seem right; it was not the norm for her to get off so lucky. There had to be a catch and Summer wasn’t all too keen on knowing what that was, but the fantasy was enough to allow her to temporarily forget about her newfound injury.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2014 13:02:50 GMT -5
Larry returned with her phone and handed it to Joker who places it on her exposed thigh and chuckled. Larry gave him a thumbs up and resumed his position behind Summer crossing his arms. He took a look at the torture on her leg and winced a little, but made no comment.
"Why do I think I am getting an interview? Because I know who all your friends and family are and I have their emails, phone numbers and also by now? Their addresses. So here's the deal, toots. You will take my interview, you will broadcast what I have to say and you will not disclose this location because if you do......"
He grasped her inner thing where he branded her and squeezed hard. His smile growing bigger.
"You'll be attending a LOT of funerals. HaHaHaHaHaha!"
He let go of her as quickly as he grabbed her and returned to his throne grabbing his cane and sitting down.
"Do you have a recorder on you, Summer dear? I wouldn't want you to miss anything."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2014 15:10:05 GMT -5
Summer had never been so happy to see her phone in her life; her hopeful eyes followed it as it was handed to the Joker. She was uncomfortable with him standing so close to her in addition to the tight ropes and her shredded dress. The redhead wished that she could have wiped the tears from her face, embarrassed that she had previously let him see that side of her. Her looks of disgust wavered as he set her phone on her thigh, causing her cheeks to redden once more making her wish she was not so exposed in front of him. It humbled and humiliated the twenty-five year old in her current state; she just continued to think that he was going to let her go, but with a cost.
His threats did strike fear into the woman, “You wouldn’t.” She said, obviously appalled as he reached toward her. Pain jolted throughout her thigh and Summer did everything not to scream, closing her eyes in an attempt to block out the pain. A small noise of protest fell from her lips, but eventually he let go and the intense pain began to slowly decline. What really bothered her was that the Joker had a full insight in regards to her entire life; her schedule, the people she loved and personal details.
“No. I’ll just have to listen really well, won’t I?” She scowled, lying directly to his face. She was recording the conversation but she didn’t want him to get ahold of the device and possibly or accidently erase the events prior. Though the last thing that Summer wanted to do was relive this experience, she had other intentions.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2014 17:42:48 GMT -5
He simply grinned a moment staring through her quietly when she said she'd just have to listen. He knew she was a good reporter, and all good reporters come prepared. His blank stare was just him pondering if he cared that whatever device she had was worth the trouble of finding. He was sure it'd be a fun hunt though. He was also very sure it was already on given her denial, and thirdly, was pondering if he cared the previous events being captured meant anything to him. Not many, even a bomb squad could make it through in one piece. So he took a deep breath his tone extremely daring.
"Are you surrre you don't have anything? If you get any of my details wrong something might go wrong for someone you love and cherish."
He gave a fake sniffle of sadness and chuckled.
"But hey! Think of the minutes you'll save on your phone bill! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
He took a deep breath and relaxed again.
"So the scoop of your life, an exclusive with moi oh aaand I have a little secret to share before we're done that you'll be DYING to hear. Aheeheehee"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2014 22:25:44 GMT -5
There was an internal war raging in the young reporters head whether or not she should comply with him. Even if she were to tell him the truth about the stealthily secured device she currently carried on her person who was to say that he wasn’t going to hurt someone that she loved still for her ‘not behaving’. While she had a number of people close to her in Gotham, she was relieved that her parents still resided in the small town she grew up in, miles away. She decided to withhold the information one more time, thinking of a clever lie that might cover her steps. “Please- stop! There is no reason to hurt anyone. I did have an audio recorder and a small camera in the pocket of my coat, but after running into one of your booby traps I had to surrender it to one of your bear traps.”
She hoped that her little white lie would be enough to get him off the topic. Secretly she feared that maybe he was already aware that she had stashed the recording device on her person. Maybe if she could try to get him off of the subject he would not try to pursue it any longer. He was a cruel, sadistic clown and the last thing she wanted was another ‘paddling’ or to have him touch her in any way.
“If you untie me I can use my phone to record whatever you want.” She insisted, hoping that it might free her sore wrists. She was relieved that he had calmed down a little and grateful for the fact that he was on the other side of the room. “An exclusive with you? You are insane. The moment you walked onto my set you would be arrested. That’s not going to work.” She started, clearly defensive about the topic. Her career was incredibly important to her and very valuable. She wasn’t going to let all of her hard work be effected by him in any way; she would honestly rather die. However, her curiosity did pique as he left her hanging. “What is this secret then,” She asked finally, waiting until he finished laughing before asking him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2014 22:44:24 GMT -5
He shrugged off her confession. She hadn't been recording apparently if it was still in her coat so no need to - ooooh!! He suddenly giggled and rushed down and grabbed her phone and rushed back to his throne and sat down excited staring at her phone.
"Somebody gag her. I have a very important phone call to make! Heehee Oh this is gonna be rich!"
Moe looked around and saw the handkerchiefs Joker had dropped earlier picked it up he would try to gag her with it so she couldn't talk.
"Hmmm who....to....call.....oh! Here we go."
He punched the dial and held it up to his ear and smiled real big to Summer.
"Mom. Oh! It's ringing shh- shh! Uh yes is this Mrs. Gleason mother of Summer Gleason? Oh good what's your name ma'am? This is Sergeant Joe K. Sonyou. Nora? Alright thank you ma'am. Well no I'm sorry to say she's not alright ma'am. I really don't know of any other way to put this but your daughter was in an accident this evening. Now, please try to stay calm, ma'am. Yes ma'am I'm sorry to say. Your daughter is deceased. A safe ma'am. Yes ma;am a safe fell on her head. I'd normally ask for the family to come id the body, but I really don't know how to say this but...uh....you now crepes? Crepes. no? Uh, how about pamcakes? yeah well a crepe is like a pancake but thinner and well that's her an' Hello? Hello? Nora?"
He let out a fake concerned gasp.
"I think she fainted. How rude! heeeheeehoohoohhhhoooooeeeee"
He hung up the phone and keyed more into it and spoke.
"Test. Test. Speaking into Summer's phone for an interview aaand test. We are testing. Ok Summer..."
He leaned back into his thrones and crossed his legs.
"We alllllll know your coming here had nothing to do with you wanting to buy Amusement Mile. You smelled a story and it came up and bit you on that juicy little rear. So....why did you come here tonight? Don't be shy? Oh. Moe, ungag the lady. Show some manners! Ahhee!"
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