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"You’re so cute when your all tied up and needy~"
Isabella’s breath was shaking in panic. Not anger for once, just panic as she tugged at the restraints that held her firmly in place.
But being tied up was far from the worst thing, no…the worst thing was that he was right, she was needy.
Jed had been gone for months now, left her without a word to her face, just a note. But god did she miss him. He said he would be back, that he missed her, but such words had never meant munch for her, action was what appealed to her.
And what he had done to her had made her long for more than just being held in his arms.
That was why she was not spitting curses at Mal, she was kept on the line by the wish for him to do what she had for an agonizingly long time had dreams about. But at the same time she didn’t even want to think about it, for Jed’s sake.
What do you want? My mind is overfilled with thoughts, kind of like a tub overfills with water. They won’t stop or slow down. I feel like I’m drowning in them. This has to be the hardest question I’ve ever been asked. What do I want? I keep repeating the question in my head, like it will somehow get easier to answer. What do I want? I used to believe that your path was marked out for you. That everything happened for a reason. What a cowardly way to think.
"You’re so cute when your all tied up and needy….."
“I really wanna fuck that cute little ass of yours right now~…”
“I really wanna fuck that cute little pussy of yours right now~…”
“Open your mouth and get ready to swallow.”
“That was such a cute gasp~”
“Come on now, be a good little slut and suck/ride masters cock.”
“Now, now, i don’t remember giving you permission to cum….”
"As punishment, when we go run errands today, you have to wear a vibrating bullet on low and you better not cum without permission."
“As punishment, after I fill you up, you’ll wear a butterfly plug to keep it all inside while we run errands.”
“I wanna fuck you hard, right up against the window.”
“Damn, if I’d known how much you liked to be watched I would’ve invited them sooner.”
“That’s right, put your chest against the window and spread your legs, arch your back, and beg me to fuck you.”
“Aw, your legs are trembling~ does it feel that good?”
“Mm~ you’re so tight~”
“Just beg (Name), just beg.”
“Y’know I always thought they called you ‘tight ass’ ‘cause you were strict or something, but this is so much better~….”
“Damn, your dripping and I’ve barely even touched you. Do I get you that excited?”
“I know, but fuck it feels so good, just bare with it a little longer and then there’ll be plenty of cum to lube up this little fuckhole of yours….~”
“Ah, ah, bad boy/girl. You came without masters permission! How should I punish you for this, pet?”
“See? I told you you’d love my cock~”
“See? I told you you’d like my pussy~”
“I’ve got you all tied up and blindfolded….what should I do with you? ‘Cause I can think of a lot’ve fun things, mostly fucking you raw, but maybe I should let my friend try you out first?”
“You’re so cute with that tiny dick of yours~ it’s much smaller than mine, does that embarrass you?~”
“I’ve been bragging about you to my friends, so get on your knees and open your mouth so they can try it out for themselves- not all at once, of course.”
“Heh. You really do love drinking cum, don’t you?”
“I won’t let you up till you lick it all up, pet. The sooner you do as told the sooner you get your reward.”
“I think my friend oughtta fuck that cute mouth of yours while I fuck your ass, yeah?”
“How about he take your pussy and I take your ass? He can hold you up, it’ll be a great new experience. What do you say, pet?”
“I really wanna watch my friends fuck your holes raw while I fuck your throat until you lose your voice…..”
Send multiple if they were really dirty…
That was keyword for her and it had been for a long time, several years actually, until he had showed up in her life and turned that anger into what it really was,fear.
That had been the annoying thing about him, but the only thing that wasn’t amazing.
But now he was gone. He had been gone for weeks. No calls, no texts, no visits, not anything.
Slowly her calm had turned to fear, then anger.
And now, as she had made horrible mistakes and ended up in trouble, surrounded, blood trailing down her forehead beneath the mask, it was that anger that had distracted her and gotten her into this.
This wasn’t the anger she had used to make herself strong.
This was a kind of anger that wanted her to fail at everything she did and help it grow.
Things never seem to go as planned do they?
Not even when you are ready to die, you practically stares death in the face while pain instead of blood is being pushed though your veins.
After attempts on Cranes life and a run in with the bat Isabella was not far from seeing an end of the nightmare. But when she woke up at the Gotham hospital, knowing Crane was still alive and the wound in her chest from the bullet that he had fired, she couldn’t cope with it.
Hysteria, hallucinations, paranoia and anxiousness.
Whatever damage had not been caused her mind when she first was at Cranes mercy was now there.
After her earlier stay at a mental institution when she was young and combined with the criminal record from her short time as The Scarecrow Copycat she was admitted to Arkham Asylum for further treatment and recovery of damages from the Scarecrow incident.
- Name: Isabella Hester
- Age: 18-20
- Hair: Chestnut red, shoulder length and usually appears unwashed
- Body: A lot thinner, can’t move left arm properly after injury during the Scarecrow incident, still more or less immune to the feartoxin in gas form but not injections.
- Complexion/scars: Pale but have obvious traces of a tan. Bullet entrance wound on right side of chest, exit on back, scars/wounds from scrapes and smaller cuts on various places.
Unhealed wound from left temple and along cheekbone, taped.
- Personality: Generally she is a calm patient, but she still has her heated temper and if provoked or frightened she will become violent even if just for a brief moment.
She is violently triggered by the mention of Jonathan Crane and will be unlikely to continue with what she was doing.
most likely from lack of sleep as she has unpleasant nightmares and hallucinations that are side effects from the fear toxin she injected into her body to become immune.
- Fears: Jonathan Crane, abandonment, death and dying.
Huge Saint Bernard dog being needy