Pushed to Insanity

Twelve: I'M NOT CRAZY!...right?

I pushed the door open and walked into the room which was a mess but free of Harley. I groaned as I turned back to him hearing him laughing. I jumped slightly when I saw how close he was, though.

"Aw dollface, I was just having some fun. Don't you want to have some...fun?"

He purred into my ear and I could feel myself go red. He knew that I liked him, and he was using it against me, but I wouldn't let him win this battle.

He circled around me until he was right in front of me, running his hands down my waist until they landed on my ass, firmly grasping it. He suddenly pulled me close against him and I could feel everything, including a rather large bump on my lower stomach.

He leaned down to kiss me, but I raised my hand, slapping him as hard as I could. I was able to give him a decent slap as his face was forcefully turned to the side, my hand stinging from the impact and his cheek completely red where I had hit him.

He growled, rubbing his cheek as he looked down at me, angry.

Well...shit.

Suddenly He pushed me against a wall, pinning my arms above my head as he stared at me with pure anger. A smile on his face as he started to laugh at my shaking frame.

"Deary, I try to be nice, I seriously try and then, you have to go and push me."

"J i-i'm"

"SHUT UP"

I quickly closed my mouth looking down, not wanting to look in his eyes anymore. I knew I was done, for now, he would pick some new way to torture me, giving me, even more, nightmares. How I liked this man even a little was something I didn't know.

I expected to hit me, throw me against a wall, slice into me reopening my scars, something painful but then, he kissed me. Not on the lips, though, on the shoulder first, then the arm, waist. It didn't seem like he had a pattern and I realized what he was doing.

He's kissing my scars again...But I thought he was mad at me.

"J aren't you mad at me, don't you want to like..hurt me?"

He looked up from where he was kissing one of the largest scars that went over my belly button. There was a smile on his face and he started to laugh as he stood back up.

"Oh Darling I do, I want to dig a knife into your neck. But I won't, nothing that can scar you."

I looked up at him and shook my head, not believing the words that had left his mouth.

"but..."

My head snapped up as he started to speak again, I knew he wouldn't just let me go for what I did.

"I am going to punish you."

"How?"

~Slight smut warning~

Suddenly he ripped open the front of my bra, pinning my hands back up above my head. I completely flushed white as he did this, more scared then embarrassed by this point.

Is he going to rape me?

His fingers ran across my breast, stopping at my nipples as I watched his face. His eyes were focussed on my breast and he was smiling, his grill shining in the dim lighting that lit up his room. He took one of my nipples in between two fingers and squeezed it causing pain to go through me.

I squeaked slightly and he started to dig his nails into them, now looking at me to see my reactions. I cried out in pain as I felt warm liquid start to drip down my breasts and realized I was bleeding.