• My sick, twisted joker
    Sha'll I play your unfair game?
    You setted aside your hat, and loosend your ebony tight choker.
    If I losse, you'll have my soul. If I win I'll get fortune and fame.

    You ask me if I'm nervouse with a wicked smirk.
    I sank into my seat watching the cards fly out his sleeves onto the table.
    Is this guy magic? Or is he just a mad devil going bazerk?
    "Find which out which card has the seven hearts. Your chance of winning is very little and fatle."

    The cards had been swapped around, and moved to so many different spots it's hard to tell!
    I closed my eyes tightly and pointed to a card cause I didn't have a clue.
    "You must think I'm evil, or a demon sent from hell."
    My heart skipped a beat listening to him...How did he knew?!

    I began to open my eyes slowly to see which card was it I picked..."Oh no..."
    The card with the jokers face appeared onto the card.
    "You loose little dove. I admit your face expressions was entertaining and quite a show."
    He began to get up from his seat and move closer and closer, but I scooted back one or two yards.

    Before a quick second, things were still and nothing but quietness.
    I felt somthing hit my forehead very quickly.
    No it wasn't a knife, nor it was a gun, but a kiss.
    i was stunned when I took a glance at him. He had small devil horns and a black tail, very dull, not so sharply.

    "You were suppose to take my soul! Why hadn't you!"
    "You agreed that your soul would belong to me...Had you not?"
    "Yes I did, but aren't you suppose to kill me? Is not that true?"
    "Now, now little dove. There's a difference between your soul belonging to me and me eating it...I've decided to keep you around. -sigh- I mean for a demon to keep a cute dove like you, why not giving it a shot?"

    He...wants me to be around him...such a sly, sick, twisted Joker you are indeed, yet so interesting.
    "Okay, but how long will I be yours?"
    He began to laugh aloud like a devil would. "Belonging to a demon means for eternity."
    "...Alright, fine what else do you want...nothing more?"
    "You are not to talk to anyone else, or leave this mansion...your mine little dove."

    My sick, twisted joker
    Such a devil he is
    We finish this long, dreadful night with a ironic, passionate kiss..