Page 14 of Joker
My body feels heavy as I start to wake up. I don’t want to alert him that I’m awake, so I try to keep my body as still as possible while I try to work out where I am. Thinking I might still be in the basement, I know I’m upright. Assessing my body, I now know I’m naked, and my arms appear to be tied to something. I can also feel something hard under me, so I’m half-sitting, half perched onto something wooden with my legs tied, so they are open. Suddenly ice-cold water is thrown over me, making me gasp and splutter. His crazy laugh rings out around me.
“Wakey, wakey, my little pet.”
Shaking the water from me, I take a minute to look around. I appear to still be in the basement, but fuck how long have I been out? He’s managed to change the basement into some sort of torture chamber from hell. Looking up and down my body, I’m attached to what seems like a half chair, half cross.
“Ahh, I see you admiring my work of art. I created this masterpiece as it gives me access to every part of you without you being able to move.”
The smile on his face shows how much pride he has in creating this torture device.
“Don’t worry, Pet. I’ll go easy on you at first.”
He trails his fingers over my breasts and down my stomach.
“I told you I was going to enjoy breaking you. It is going to be so rewarding once you’re fully mine,” he purrs.
The look in his eyes scares me down to my bones. He’s always been abusive, but he had never gone this far before. I can see it in his eyes that he really isn’t going to hold back. Turning my head, I notice the camera. Fuck! Oh, hell no! Noticing where I’m looking, he grins.
“Yes, my little pet, people will pay big money to see beautiful women like you be broken.”
Fuck, shit, damn, this can’t be happening. I knew it was going to get worse, but not this much. My breathing becomes erratic as I desperately pull at my restraints, trying to free myself or even just loosen them. I need to get away from him or at least be able to defend myself.
Turning his back on me, he walks over to the table set up on the left side of the room with what looks like different devices on it. Humming a little tune to himself, he slowly picks each item up and inspects it, all while still humming that haunting little tune. God, if this were one of those stupid horror movies, it would be creepy. But for some reason, all I do is try to work out where I have heard the tune before. What is wrong with me? I should be scared, should fear what comes next. But I don’t. I mean, seriously, what more could he do to me?
As he finishes inspecting all the items on the table, he picks up a metal wheel with a spike on the end. It looks similar to a pizza cutter, but instead of a solid circle, it has spikes. With a grim look on his face, he walks over to me.
“This device is called a pinwheel and is designed to cause a pleasurable pain. I want to start you off slowly.”
He starts to move the wheel slowly on the side of my left breast. The slight pain of the pins pushing into my sensitive flesh is bearable. Moving to the other side, he does the same to the other breast. After trying it in different areas, such as the inside of my thighs and also the bottom of my feet, it has me feeling a little worried. The pain is not what you would call painful, and I can see why people would use this during sex and enjoy it. However, this is not for me.
“I can see my little pet is starting to enjoy this. Are you wet for me, little pet?” I can feel his breath in my ear as he whispers to me. “Maybe I should check to see how much my pet is enjoying my little game.”
His fingers trace down my collar bone, across the top of my breast, and down my stomach before dipping between my legs. Watching his face, I see the pleasure overtake his features as he finds my core and his fingers slipped inside of me. I know that this is my body’s natural response and that I’m not enjoying his touch. I chant this in my head just to try to keep me from breaking.
“Oh, little pet, you’re making me so proud. I feel how much pleasure I’m causing you. You love my touch.”
The idea of loving what he’s doing to me makes my stomach roll, and I fight not to be sick. He moves away from me and back to the table. It takes everything in me not to turn my head to see what he’s doing. I keep my head up and stare straight at the wall.
“Now, now, little pet, show the camera how much you want this.”
I feel his hands on my nipples, and something cold touches them. I can’t help the flinch as the cold metal touches me. Catching my face, he smirks at me. I feel the metal clamps on my nipples as he tightens them, just enough to where it’s uncomfortable. Thinking this is not so bad, he reaches for another clamp and connects this to my clit. The pain is more than the pinwheel, but still just as bearable. I’m beginning to think this is less about causing me pain and more about him having control. He moves over to a machine next to the table with wires coming from it. He connects the wires to the clamps.
“Do you know what this machine is, little pet?”
I refuse to talk as I know my voice will come out a little shaky.
“Well, little pet, this machine is used in electro convulsive therapy. Think of the volts that will pass through your body.”
I can feel my panic start to bubble up. He moves over to the machine and starts it up. I feel my fingers dig into the restraints as I prepare myself.
“Don’t worry, my little pet, we will start small . . . at first.”
He moves the camera so it is now in front of me, and can see everything. I feel the first little shock, and my body jumps. Throwing my head back, I squeeze my eyes shut. The first shock is bad, but okay. I’ve got this! I keep telling myself I’ve got this. I will not give in. He cannot break me.
The next shock is stronger than the first, causing my body to shake, and I bite down on my tongue to stop me from screaming out. I can taste the blood in my mouth.
The third shock is worse, and my body convulses. His evil laugh can be heard all around me. The fourth is my undoing, and I cannot hold the scream that is ripped from my throat. By the fifth shock, the pain is unbearable, and my world goes black.
Everything feels heavy and painful when I try to move. As I slowly start to come around more, I can feel a hand on my head, slowly and gently stroking my hair. It feels comforting and nice. Trying to open my eyes, the bright light makes me close them again, and I respond with a groan.
