A/N: Bonjour et bienvenue, tout le monde! I've got a one-shot under my belt; I figured it was time to get down to business. I beg to put before you "Prisoner of Hope." It doesn't necessarily settle into any particular universe of comic lore; it simply is. I shall endeavor to update on a weekly basis but classes are starting up again tomorrow to I extend my apologies in advance if a chapter comes late. allow me to tantalize you with the Prologue. Let me know what you think and enjoy the journey! All ideas and suggestions are most welcome! Any questions PM! Alors, allons-y!
Summary: After seven years wreaking havoc with the Joker, Harley Quinn is about to learn the most important lesson of her life. Everyone deserves a second chance...even those whose souls seem past all redemption.
Disclaimer: Sigh...I own rien.
Prologue:
There was blood. Why was there so much of it? Where was it all coming from? A pair of slim, powerful hands closed around her throat. Her body protested the attack while her mind ravenously begged for more. Jesus, why do I love this? I belong to him. This is how it should be…
No, this isn't right.
His hot skin glided against her own, a sticky, wet feeling pooling around her abdomen. A hand caught in her hair. She inhaled gratefully as he released her, only to be greeted by a swift slap to the cheek. An alarming kiss nearly stopped her heart, his ferocious teeth piercing the plump, apple red flesh of her bottom lip. The pleasure could not be any more enlightening for her. Was she near God? Yes, he was her God. Her soul. Her being. A nervous giggle swam out of her throat as he pulled away. More blood slipped gracefully in crimson slivers down her chin. That beautiful face, wicked and imposing in its glory, hovered over her weakening countenance. That gorgeous demon. A sinister smile swept over his angular features, the dark eyes reflecting her demise. An intense heat mounted within the core of her stomach. God, he was magnificent. Her legs widened for him as he pounded into her again and again, raising a fist to punch her squarely across the jaw as he did so. She distinguished the sickening crack of a bone and ignored the rising impulse to vomit. She thought he might split her pelvic bone as he picked up speed. She wasn't sure which would break first. The pain—how exquisite. This was more than just his typical sexual fury…
No, this isn't right.
His terrifying laughter pierced her eardrums as he reached his inevitable release. It didn't matter that she couldn't breathe or see straight. Her body betrayed her as she screamed his name while he bestowed the gift of his carnal lust inside her swollen, bleeding hole. It was all far too much and as she reached her climax, he drew away from her like lightning and thrust his foot into her side. Her face contorted in torment and pleasure, she was almost certain she'd just swallowed a tooth. There was nothing left to do now…except to die. Death would be most welcome to take her. She wouldn't mind very much. She stopped making noise after the third kick, but he didn't. The inhuman cackle erupting from the gaping void where his heart should have been sent her into a dizzying wave of semi-consciousness. Or perhaps it was the blood loss that was responsible. She couldn't tell. Where is he now?
Hot breath on her ear. Found you, a soft smile played about her lips.
"Well, my little Harley Quinn, it appears that your usefulness has reached its end," he purred.
His high-pitched voice, cold and unforgiving, the siren song of her soul would lure her back every time. Would she be strong enough to return to him now? Softer than a butterfly's wings flapping upon her earlobe came the whisper.
"Sweets to the sweet, farewell…"
No, this isn't right at all.
A/N: Poor little love. The submissive fun has taken an ugly turn for the worst. Your thoughts?