Conflicted

Harley was stretching in the gym, now wearing tight shorts and a sports bra, both color red.

She was also thinking about her new master.

He was no Joker but he was **** then him and paid more attention to her then Joker.

Harley huffed as she stopped and sat down on a chair, she felt horny but for some reason, she couldn't cum!

Maybe it was Ethan's fault... Harley shut her eyes.

Joker was dead, B man took his body out of that theater and she felt numb, it's been a month and now she's here with that guy trying to claim her as his, not the first time someone tried to do that.

She was property here, that was new, she couldn't leave, she couldn't beat the shit out of her new master... And she was punished for being rude to the other girl. Fuck that...

Harley shuddered as she rubbed her thighs together remembering his mouth on her pussy.

She hated this but... Maybe she should give him a shot... He was kind to those maids... So he could take care of her.

Harley sighed and got up walking out of the gym to get a drink, what a fucking mess.