Time to be Serious

"Are you willing to do anything for it?" He cackled into her ear.



"No." Arien's voice was stern and unwavering. If it was suffering the paddle again, that was simple, but she certainly wasn't delving any deeper into the clown's untold crazed fetishes. He sat up staring down at her with an annoyed look on his face.



"Well, ah-that's no fun." He said quickly before jumping back to the floor. "Regardless, I suppose that'll have to do….for now." He turned making his way towards the door and grabbing a small bag.



"Why me?" Arien sat on the bed staring after him.



"Why me? Why me?" The Joker turned back with his voice mimicking hers, his hands and body contorting themselves into mock positions of pleading. "What is iiiii-tah, with all of you and your 'why me'? Do you think you're special? That I choose you?"



"So there have been others?" Arien's eyes followed him her mouth set in a hard line. He let out one of his trademark laughs.



"Aw, does that upset you?" He dropped the bag walking to the bed. Placing a hand on either side of Arien and leaning over her. "Does it make you, ah, jealous?"



"You haven't answered my question." It took everything inside of Arien not to just lash out and hit him, and ruin her chances of a good meal.



"Which one?"



"Both." He snorted standing back up and staring down at her.



"Why you? Why not. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Of course maybe you were in the right place at the wrong time, or vice versa." He stopped thinking a moment. "I did blow up that building after all. You could have been inside. As for why I didn't leave you there to fry? Simple. I may be a legendary psychopath in face paint, but I'm still a man. I have needs, and it's easier this way. To have you in one place where I can find you rather than me have to leave the hideout and go out to chase some tail." He turned back a brief moment looking at her. "Not that I don't enjoy the chase."



He bent down opening the bag he had dropped pulling out various pieces of cloth although what they were she wasn't quiet sure. It's not like he was holding them up for her to see. He simply took one piece out of the bag, rubbed it around in his gloved hand and then put it aside.



"And as for the other question. No, you are not the first, nor will you be the last." He stopped a moment to look up at her. "Although…you are the first one to go so long with out food. You set the record!" He laughed as he turned back to his work. Arien could feel her eyes tear up at the thought. There had been others captive before her, and given the way he spoke she felt it was safe to assume he had killed all of them, and was going to kill her. I will not die. There resounding thought comforted her, and as she stared down at the distracted clown she could feel the hards harden. I WILL NOT DIE. If it was the last thing she did, and it probably would be, she was going to get away from this clown and alive. She sat on the edge of the mattress staring down as he continued to sort through the clothing in the bag. Finally after what seemed like hours he uttered a sound of triumph holding up a bundle of clothes and tossing at her.



"You've got to be kidding." She muttered wearily as she held up what she assumed was a trashy adult costume version of "Red Riding Hood".



"Red for red. Put it on." He picked up the other clothes and stuffed them back into his bag.



"I prefer my scrubs, thanks. Is that-" She reached out for the bag only to have it kicked away before she could get to it. She looked up at him slightly aggravated. "Is that seriously all you have in there? Slutty costumes? You got some kind of weird fantasy fetish? Cause I'm not in the mood to deal with wolves." She held up her costume to back the point.



"Tsk, it's wolf, singular. There is only one to deal with." He mocked leaning over her. "And you'll put it on, or I'll -ah- put it on for you."



"Really? I think it be funny to see you wear this." She muttered looking down at the outfit in her hands.



"What was-ah that?" His jaw clenched and she could see he was getting ready to hit her.



"I said could you turn around, geez! A moment of privacy to put on this…thing?" He scoffed turning on his heel and facing the other way. She could guess he wasn't going to stay like that long, so she jerked off the her top and wiggled her way into the cut off top of the costume. It was then she realized he had given her underwear. Childish panties, but panties none the less, she thought as she slipped off her bottoms and pulled the white ruffly panties on. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as she pulled on what barely passed for a skirt over top of them. The last article of clothing left on the bed was a tiny red cap, with she had to admit, a cute lining pattern. She heard a wet smacking sound, and knew he had turned around.



"My, my, what big eyes you have." His eyes roamed up and down her form.



"You're the one with the big eyes there." He cackled walking back towards the door.



"The better to see you with my dear, and I lllllik-ah what I see." He turned around and grabbed another bag tossing it at Arien's feet below the bed. Cautiously, she reached down picking up the bag and spilling its contents on to the bed. Chips! She thought shifted through the assortment of vending machine foods. She immediately stopped her digging when movement caught her eye; the Joker was walking towards the door.



"That's it?" She could hardly believe that was it. It was almost too easy.



"For now." He called back pulling the door closed behind him.



Author's Notes:



It's not a very long or exciting chapter because I still didn't know where I was going with it, but in the name of halloween I thought I'd throw some costumes in there. I have a cool idea for the next chapter, but I have to warn any of my underage readers…..it'll probably be gruesome. So you've been warned. This story is about to get a swift kick into the gory. Which to be honest I've never done before so be merciful in your flaming. lol