Time to be Serious

Arien turned stretching her arms and reaching into the ever expanding crevice in the wall. It had been five days since she had last at any real food. The clown made a daily appearance though, accompanied by a sandwich or two. Sometimes it was fish, or one time, the time she had come closest to cracking, he had brought in a pizza. Her mouth began to water at the thought of delicious warm cheesy pizza sliding down her throat. She pulled a small piece of white plaster out of the wall and popped it into her mouth. It was in no way appetizing, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and the little bit of calcium in the plaster kept her from loosing all her strength. At least, that's what she told herself. He liked to torture her, mostly by paddle. She guessed he had some weird kiddy fetish he wasn't sharing, but the paddle had become second nature to her. She would cry out on purpose as to insure he didn't know it hurt any less, although she began to suspect he did. She swallowed fast, not bothering to look up as her capture pushed open the door and marched in.



"What is this Joker?" That voice had her attention. A small statured man followed the clown in to the room. Compared to the Joker he looked almost like an old child. His head was gray and balding, and he had a long nose that supported thin framed glasses. The Joker turned on his heel leaving the man in the room. Arien's eyes followed the purple giant as he exited the room.



"Who are you?" The man pulled a chair towards the bed, placing his bag down in front of him.



"I said who are you?" After a moment of being ignored Arien threw her head back against the mattress.



"How are you feeling?" His voice was stern and uncaring.



"How do you think I feel? Like crap." She knew it was no use to ask for help. He came in with the Joker, he'd leave with the Joker.



"I'm going to do a few tests. Here," His hand held out a thin rectanglular package towards her. Gently, she pulled it from his fingers and turned it over in her hands. A food bar!! Suddenly lively fingers tore the wrapping from the contents as she pulled the bar free and placed it to her lips. She practically purred as she chewed the honey oat flavored snack, savoring the texture and taste with an almost orgasmic delight.



"Your arm." Reaching out she placed her arm in the Doctor's now latex covered hand. He pulled out a small needle placing it into her arm. Grabbing some tape he secured the needle in the crook of her elbow, and then he began rummaging through his bag once more. He pulled out an unlabled sack of fluids grabbing a hanger and folding it over a bar in the wall so the the bag remained suspended.



"What's in it?" She mumbled between bites, as he handed her another bar.



"A cocktail."



"What's that?"



"It's a mix of medications, in this particular case a mix of water and nutrients you'll need to recover quickly." He drew out a stethoscope and leaned over on to the bed. Bringing the chest piece to his mouth he gave it a light huff.



"Lift." Arien leaned forward and pulled her shirt, the one remaining garment besides her bra over her head. Gently, the man placed the chestpiece over her heart.



"Inhale." She took in a deep breath holding it.



"Exhale." The air came out in a deep rush.



"Again." She followed his commands with out complaint as he checked her front and back. He briefly examined her leg, mumbling a few things under his breath as he went. After a while he leaned back over picking up his back and gathering up his things. He pulled the empty bag off the hanger, slowly removing the I.V. and tossing them into the trash. He pulled some folded fabrics out of his bag and tossed them on the bed. Gingerly, Arien picked them up examining the fish printed scrubs, before sliding them on.



"Can I-" She hesitated as the Doctor turned to look at her. "May I have some more of the food bars?"



"You haven't eaten in a while. It wouldn't be good idea."



"Not for now. For later. For tomorrow." He paused a moment before reaching into his bag and pulling out three more bars.



"Hide them. If he finds them he will take them." She nodded turning and stuffing them into the hole she had formerly been eating plaster out of.



"Thank you." He didn't respond. Turning his back he made his way towards the door, leaving Arien alone once again.



Arien laid on the bed bidding her time by counting tiles in the ceiling or dreaming of escape. She had so many different plans, but the time to use them never came. The I.V. had helped with in a few minutes of him giving it to her she felt much better, more alive. So much so that she dared to glare at the Joker as he walked into the room.



"You-ah look like you are feeling much better." Arien scanned him up and down. Strange, for once he wasn't carrying a plat of food to taunt her with.



"Really? You know what would make me feel sooooo much better." Slowly she began crawling to the end of the bed, the chains raddling behind her. "You want to know?"



He took a step in closer, his face coming in with in inches of hers as she continued her attempt at seduction. She parted her lips lightly in a coy smile raising her eye brows, and waited for his response. A corner of his mouth lifted in a crooked smile, as his fingers ghosted up her new scrubs.



"What -ah, would make you feel better?" He liked his lips leaning in, his nose brushing against hers as he came in closer to his goal his lips barely touching hers. At the last second she pulled away from him, climbing to her feet and towering over him.



"Letting me go home would make me feel better." He stared up at her an amused look on his face.



"Sorry, sugar that's not happening." She felt his hands grasp her thighs as he pulled her legs from under her, sending her crashing down on the mattress, her head hitting the chains. There was no time to think about it though, as he crawled over her pinning her arms on either side of her head.



"So are you -ah- ready to eat?" He leaned his lips hovering above hers. "I have all kinds of ter-eats. All you have to do is say you want it."



Arien stared up at him. Her mind flickered to the hidden bars, but those wouldn't last her long, and she wouldn't make it much longer. She hated herself for it, but she knew it was time to suck up her pride, and kick into survival mode.



"I want it."





Author's Notes:



So this is the new Chapter 5. I've been wanting to rewrite this story for a while, so here is my first attempt. To all those who have followed this story (and especially to Anon who actually reminded me I needed to update!) I'm sorry that I didn't continue on. I just hit a dead end. Hopefully, this story will get updated soon. When I finish this story I will repost the original chapters.