Katrina's POV

I looked up at the Joker who was coming at me. He had a very menacing look on his face. Of course I played it off, thinking it was my husband, not knowing that it was some random stranger. I was definitely feeling good, and eager to play. It wasn't until he hoisted me off the bed by grabbing my pigtails that I knew with clarity this was not my husband. "Let ma go!" I screamed, but everyone in the room seemed to be mesmerized by what he was doing to me.

"poor little Wednesday" he said with a sneer. "You're not all innocent, and you're fair game."

"My husband is here!" I gasped as I tried to wriggle free of him.

"Oh? Where is he?" the Joker mocked. "I'm sure he's having himself a good time out there somewhere, while you're back here with us." He waved his arms about to show that the room had become occupied by more Jokers than just him.

"He's dressed like the Joker" I admitted. "I made a mistake. I thought you were him. Please, just let me go."

"Sorry, no can do" the Joker's menacing voice boomed. "You got me all worked up, and you've got to do something about it. Now why don't you start by taking off your dress, and showing us all what's underneath?"

"I-I Don't want to!" I exclaimed.

"I don't care what you want." He put his hands around my neck, and lifted me off the floor. "You either take that dress off, or I'll rip off every stitch of clothing you have on. Now, what's it going to be?"