Bleeding Heart

Sarah had been nine months old when it happened.



Penny had gone into the kitchen to make her baby girl a bottle, and was humming softly to herself for no other

reason than she liked to hum.



She was aglow a little bit at the thought of her daughter. Happy at the fact that she could keep this one small piece of Dylan. Have this piece of her that was the only thing that was left that was good. Everything else…she shook her head, her smile fading at the thought of Joker and what he had done to Dylan. What he had done to her.

Oh God so much blood…



Penny clutched at herself as she doubled over. Her teeth clenched and sweat beaded on her forehead. She had to remember Sarah.



She still had Sarah.



Say the name like a prayer.



Sarah.



Penny straightened and made a futile attempt to tame the curls that seemed to have gone on a rampage on the top of her head. She put the top on the bottle, shook it up to make sure that the cereal wasn’t clotted up in one spot and then set it in the microwave to warm it up. She leaned her hips against the counter and crossed her arms under her breasts, rubbing the small thin scar on the corner of her lip with the tip of her tongue, she closed her eyes and sighed.



Hands pushing at her, grabbing her throat, forcing her back, grinding against her…Penny opened her eyes and jerked away from the counter. She was having a nightmare. A waking dream, a living nightmare, she could no longer tell the difference between the two, and Sarah was her only link to reality these days, to what was real and what wasn’t. And she had to remind herself, over and over again that Joker was not here with her. She wasn’t living through one of his visits again.



She was alright.



Sarah was alright.



Remembering, she walked slowly towards the microwave and pulled out the bottle, shaking it some more to make sure all the milk was the same temperature.



After feeding Sarah, she cooed over the girl, which Sarah liked, and then put her back to sleep, which she did not. She entered her room, not long afterwards and collapsed onto the bed, falling backwards and letting her hair fan out around her head. Smiling to herself, she rolled over and pulled her legs up on the mattress with her…and then screamed when something grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her legs back down. He was here, he was…Penny arms thrashed as she reached for the cell phone by her bed.



All she had to do was press a button and the police would be there, they were waiting for him just outside. She bucked and wiggled her body backwards as Joker grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against him. He collapsed on top of her and said against her ear,

“Shhhh, you don’t want to wake the baby now do you?” The sudden onset of fear made her body go limp and her skin grow cold. She stopped breathing for a minute.



Joker laughed, and his muscular chest rumbled against her breasts. He looked down at her through the slits in the black fitted leather mask he always wore, and she shuddered, her eyes rolling back in her head. He settled himself between her legs and buried his head in the crook of her neck, nuzzling her and laughing whenever she flinched.



He moved between her legs, forcing the material of her men’s t-shirt to rise around her waist. She drew back from him, from all of it, so that if she wanted she could look down at herself lying immobile under the giant form. But she didn’t want to. If she did she wouldn’t be able to come back for a good long while, and she couldn’t leave Sarah all by herself, so…there it was.



Instead she stared sightlessly at the ceiling and concentrated on breathing.



Just keep breathing.



Joker, having spent enough time around her that he could sense this well enough, looked down at her and grinned, white teeth flashing.



“Did you miss me?”



He flexed his hips, his body forcing her thighs to move against his waist. Penny closed her eyes and Joker laughed in her face.



“Did you?”



She turned her face away and refused to look at him. He put his hands against her shoulders and pushed her down into the mattress, he rolled his hips and forced her lower body up a little higher until the metal belt buckle was pressed into the tender flesh between her thighs.



He pushed into her, jerked his hips one way, then another, and then rolled all the muscles in his whole body downwards, the movement going down the muscles of his back to his butt until he was pushed so hard against her that she cried out at the pain of it. The belt buckle scraped along something soft and tender and Penny shrieked, clawing at him until he grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and forced them over her head.



“Answer.”



“No”



“Really? why not?”



She could only stare at him, and Joker, probably realizing the stupidity of his question collapsed beside her, snuggling close and laughing when she tried to pull away. His arm snaked around her waist, and she took heed at the hard glint in his eyes and allowed herself to be maneuvered until she had her back flush against him with his thigh resting between her legs and his arm around her stomach, his strong blunt fingers playing ideally with the belly button ring she had gotten a while back to celebrate the return of her figure after the pregnancy.



His pelvis moved against her bottom and Penny just shuddered in disgust when she felt his dick twitch and press in a hard firm line along the seam of her panties. She was getting too used to this, the feel of him, after all these years. Had he really been tormenting her for ten years now? It seemed like an eternity. Joker, no matter what kind of torture he had decided to use on her, always liked to touch and play right before he had his real fun.



He always fucked with her, but had never actually fucked her like he wanted, and she got the distinct but highly confusing impression that he would not rape her, in the traditional sense anyway, unless pushed to do so. So she lay against him and did not fight, though her gorge rose as he began liking her neck and biting softly into her shoulder as the tempo of his hips increased. He was impatient tonight, excited for some reason. He held her tighter against him, desperate now, moving roughly, faster, and faster. Grabbing her breasts, grinding them, pinching, biting into her shoulder until she felt blood, warm and wet trickling along her skin.



Suddenly, without losing contact with her bottom, he angled his hips and forced her face down on the bed with his weight baring down on her. He ground her into the bed, pushing, pushing, breathing harsh, fast, and desperate. He grabbed her hair, forced her head back, beat at her with his hips, pounding, pounding, pounding, and as he shoved hard against her once, twice, three times, he grunted and she could feel it as his excitement soaked through the front of his jeans into the back of her panties. She felt as she had when she was a little girl after she had gotten a severe and brutal spanking.



There were long narrow cuts along her back and ass from the belt buckle and she was sore, bleeding, ashamed. But at least she had lived through it. At least she had not left herself and her baby girl. She was still sane, still here, and Sarah was fine. It was okay. Except…she wanted to throw up now, beat her head against the pavement just to end it, watch her blood smear and stain…but no, there was Sarah. She had Sarah, and everything was fine until…



“I left you another present earlier.”



Penny’s breath caught. She was afraid to move, afraid to breathe, and only lay there, hot face cooling against the soft sheets, as his seed dried into the cotton of her underwear.



“You’ve already made use of it!!” Penny began to shake her head fearfully in denial. “Good girl.” She tried to sit up but he put one large hand against her upper back and held her against the mattress. “Have you seen what it can do? I thought of it especially for you.” He straddled her back and stroked her hair and Penny gagged into the mattress, her body shaking , and small animal noises of fear were forced from her throat as she considered his words.



Sarah.



“Well, the gift wasn’t really meant for you, it was meant for the baby.”



“Sarah!!”



“Yea. That’s her name. That’s a really pretty name. Sarah. Stop moving or I’ll go in there and finish the little tyke off, mommy.” His voice made a mockery of the word, made it sound like a sin, and he laughed down at her, stroking the back of her neck with his thumb while the rest of his fingers wrapped around her throat and squeezed.



“I told you not to keep the kid, didn’t I? Don’t you remember?” Vividly, painfully, yes. He began to push into her neck with all his strength and Penny’s vision became awash in black spots. “I told you. I warned you not to keep his baby. I told you not to FUCK him. But you did it anyway. You didn’t love him. He sure as fuck didn’t love you and yet you let him make your belly swell with his baby.”



He eased up and let her neck go when he noticed she had quite struggling. She gasped for air and began coughing hoarsely,

“When you let me take you, you’ll have my baby, and she’ll replace this one. Don’t you worry.”



He reached under her with one hand until his fingers wriggled past the front of her underwear and he could grab and squeeze bare flesh. Penny screamed and struck backwards at him, her elbow connecting with something, though she didn’t know what, that made him grunt in pain then laugh. She bucked under him, and twisted like a wild thing, gnashing her teeth and clawing at the mattress.



When he didn’t budge an inch, her struggles became more frantic, less sane, until the world was a madly rocking blur, her ears were filled with the sound of her own raw screaming of pain and panic, and she could feel the fine lines on her sanity begin to snap. She stopped moving, more from shock, than pain when the first blow struck the back of her head. When the second came, there was pain, paralyzing in its strength. Penny went still, her lips parted, and her breath coming out in fast shallow little gasps.



“I don’t want you to hurt yourself Penny. You can’t save her now. She’s already dead.” When her grief would have sent her mad anew, he struck her again, and Penny lay unmoving, not able to feel anything below her neck for a whole minute.



“That cereal stuff you’re always putting in her milk. I added some rat poison. I tried arsenic, but everyone does arsenic this days. I thought you’d enjoy something different. Something original ya’ know? It took a few days. But it’s done now. You love that kid so much, I thought it was only fair, that you end it for her. I think it’s a kind of poetic justice.” He was silent for a moment, and then, “God Penny, I hope you’re more careful with our kid.”