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After a few minutes of trying to contact one of her more trusted henchmen, the phone was picked up. The voice on the other end sounded almost exactly like one of her henchmen, and the voice instructed Harley to meet with them by a warehouse that she frequented when hiding out when Batman was hot on her tail. Figuring it was serious, she made her way to the warehouse, only to see that it was empty. A feeling of unease came over the clown princess of crime, with an eerie silence in the entire building. As she explored for a bit, she could feel as if she was being watched.

Upon entering a room, someone hiding behind the door slammed a croquet mallet into her face. Hard enough to make her go unconscious.

When she awoke, she was completely naked, strapped to a chair, had a ball gag in her mouth, and something large inside of her ass. A firm clench with her lower intestines confirmed her suspicions; a monstrously-sized dildo. A bright light shone down on her from a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. A camera on a tripod was placed in front of her. From the blinking light, she knew that it was recording. After a few seconds, a horrific sight strolled in from her left. And this sight? A tall Caucasian woman in blood-soaked medical scrubs, black pants, and a mask heavily resembling a character she saw in an anime movie. The woman kneeled down in front of the camera, cheerily saying "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to tonight's show! Where you, the players, decide the entertainment for your twisted pleasure! Our special guest for this week is the clown princess of Gotham City, Harley Quinn!” The instant she said that, the realization of what was happening to Harley hit her like a ton of bricks.

She was the main attraction of a red room.

The woman then listed off Harley’s likes, dislikes, hobbies, and love interests in a stoic manner that set the already budding fear inside her belly deeper. The woman then turned to Harley and said simply “Now. Let us begin the show!”. A man in a similar mask wheeled in a pair of carts. The first cart was full of medical tools before leaving. They all looked as if they were recently washed. On the bottom tray of the cart was a laptop displaying what Harley could only assume was a live chat. They seemed to be urging the woman to cut Harley’s neck. The second one was empty. The woman kneeled down in front of the first, read the comments, then picked up a scalpel. Struggling in her restraints, Harley tried to escape her predicament to no avail. Pressing the blade into her neck, the woman made a thin, precise slash across Harley’s throat. Surprisingly, the cut wasn’t deep enough to slash her throat open. And the woman didn’t stop there. She cut out a square of skin from Harley’s neck and set it on the second cart. The agony of the procedure made Harley cry, with mascara already running down her cheeks like black raindrops on a window. The woman looked back at the chat again. They were urging her to salt the wound.

Walking away for a second, she brought out a salt shaker. She unscrewed the cap and dumped the entire thing onto the open wound on Harley’s neck. The piercing, muffled scream that came out of Harley’s bound mouth was rapidly reduced to nothing more than a whimper as the agony of the salt in her wound overwhelmed her mind.

Many hours of grueling, comment fueled torture later, it became a wonder that Harley was still alive. On the second cart was the skin of her neck, her scalp, both of her breasts, her uterus and vagina with the hymen still intact, the ovaries crushed, the ball gag, and a muscle taken from her neck. Aside from the respective injuries on Harley Quinn, her belly was slit open and her ribs broken aside, revealing her organs and beating heart. The woman read the comments on her stream one last time. They had a vote earlier to decide how Harley would die. The decision was unanimous. A single stab to Harley’s heart. Her torturess took the scalpel, still wet with Harley’s blood, and stabbed it into her black heart. Her heart was literally black, spray painted that way by the comments. Harley tried to scream, but where was her voice? Gone. Reduced to nothing. Her vocal cords were removed, with her windpipe cut open. It took several minutes for Harley to finally bleed out. The woman then walked up to the camera, did a stereotypical “See you next week!” outro, and turned off the camera.

And thus, the Clown Princess of Gotham was no more.

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Stelsa Sezyat has been wandering through the woods of planet Earth for about a day now. Forced to flee to Earth because of a poor decision she made, she was now utterly on her own, forced to leave her matesprit behind on Alternia. In the dead of night before dawn, she became fatigued and tired, her hair a mess. Finding what looked like a small isolated settlement, she laid down under a makeshift bench and fell fast asleep, deciding that she would explain herself when she woke up.

On Earth, the village she wandered into was isolated. Full of inbreds and hillbillies. Unknown to the USA for all of its history. Stelsa had just wandered right into the wolf’s den. Who knows what the village might do to her when they find her. Could the entire village rape her before using her violated body for gruesome entertainment, with her teal blood spilled day in and day out before finally succumbing? Or maybe they would do something far, far worse to her…

FINISH HER!