Thread: descent into madness || bear & cosmos

RE descent into madness Bear cosmos descent into madness size-2 Joker didn't feel the need to reply, he just held a knowing little grin on his lips as he played with a long piece of blue thread that had come of his sweat pants. Twirling it around his fingers until there was no more to twirl and then he would start back up again. I am not going to argue with you, I know that you were pressing that button on that elevator and riding it up and down. A comment that might sound a little crazy but he knew what he was talking about. He was going to leave it at that though, he knew she wasn't going to admit such actions that she might of preformed last night and he didn't really care. He knew, he knew because she gave more information by hiding it then she did actually showing it. I will not burden you with such a task Miss Quinn. He planned to have himself out of here soon anyway, so he could live a couple more weeks without some decent food. He wouldn't not eat good food if it came to him, he would never admit it but he did get hunger pains one and awhile. He was managing to keep them at bay but hunger just made him more likely to snap on someone. He would probably do that a lot less if he had better food and that clock was gone. My mind doesn't ever leave the gutter. That was true, the gutter didn't just hold nasty, dark, and perverted thoughts but it also held evil, sick and twisted things in it too. Everyone ended up in the gutter at some point. No matter what it was, some people just seemed to stay there a lot longer then others. He could tell that the topic made her uncomfortable in some way and he only got that by the slight goosebumps that he could barely see and the shift in the way she sat. She made her back straighter and she seemed to be at attention far more then before. The smile returned to his lips and he leaned forward. Lets. he wanted to watch her every expression as he talked, he was going to pull some dark, twisty, hot thoughts out from the gutter and he was going to catch something as he did it. He wanted to watch her shiver or twitch...anything to know that he had her hooked somehow. The true reason to her question happened a few weeks ago. He had been sitting against the wall in his cell only to here one of the patients screaming as they dragged him down the hall that he was aloud to feel desire and think of sex. At first Joker was rather disgusted and didn't want to think about what had been going on in that patients cell in order for them to step in. Although afterwards Joker realized that there was something he hadn't had in awhile and the thought of it was on and off but when he met Harley Quinn and figured out her weakness he couldn't help but have the thought slowly appear in his mind again. Well, It went in steps. It first started with me thinking about the urge to kill, the desire for it, then my mind went to my thing for causing emotional pain in others, and so on and finally it just....poof! Just came to me one night and it just got me thinking on what I was missing or have been missing. He was going to enjoy every bit of this conversation with her even tough he was probably going to do most of the talking. You could say urges, I try and steer clear of those kind right now, in here isn't the best place to have them but to hide them in your mind isn't a crime. He continued to play with the blue thread, focusing on it for awhile before his eyes met hers. I thought what will it be like. After so long I could only imagine. First I got to find someone to put up with me but that's the easy part I guess. He commented with a light shrug, flicking the blue thread to the floor Joker sat his elbows on the table ad rested his head on his hands for a second. I need the taste of a women, I need to have absolute control over her, her attention has to be on me and only me. I want to take her over the edge but that's something you don't just give to them though. You make it slow, steady, you take it away, you give it to them when you're ready. Because when I allow whoever I am sleeping with to orgasm, it isn't just an orgasm that makes them moan and cry out but it makes them shake, vibrate, scream. Joker made sure his gaze was easy but also intense. I can be gentle I think but I don't want to be. There's much more pleasure in being rough with the other person, holding them down, tying their hands. There's so much pleasure in being dirty. He would laugh a little. And to say I don't miss that would be a lie, although I can push it back to the corner of my thoughts as easily as I brought it up. size