The Rose with Poison Thorns (Villain and Visna)
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				Title: <strong>The Rose with Poison Thorns (Villain and Visna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Villain</strong> on <strong>24-03-2014, 04:25:40</strong>
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				Quincy Sharp hated his job. Three years had passed since he had first taken on the responsibilities of the position as warden of Arkham Asylum from the criminally insane. His mission had been simple from day one, protect the good people of Gotham and ensure that the so called super criminals were put through therapy and rehabilitation so that they may one day rejoin society. <br><br>He had had such bright plans when he had begun. He was going to do great things. The streets of Gotham would be safe from the evil of deranged men and women. Through his efforts they would see the light and one day return to Gotham, healthy and happy, ready to begin anew. The world would speak of his triumphs for years to come and tell millions about how he, Quicny Sharp, was the driving force behind the great the change that Gotham required.<br><br>Looking back now, he had realised how naive he had really been. <br><br>How he despise it all. How he hated the wasted years that had robbed him of his time and energy. Countless hours had been put into making his institute the jewel of Gotham and yet it had amounted to very little. Arkham Asylum was a joke and it made him despise it with every part of his soul.<br><br>But there was one thing he hated more than his job or the wretched building. What he hated most, more than anything in the entire world, was the patients of Arkham Asylum. Twisted abominations that had leeched the vitality from his body.<br><br>Abominations like the woman in front of him. If she could still be defined as such.<br><br><div align="center">(http://b.vimeocdn.com/ts/164/735/16473532_640.jpg)</div><br>She was a stunning creature. A woman that made everyone stop and stare, and not just because her body was a brilliant leaf green. The woman that lay within the glass dome, that formed her prison cell, was a thing of pure beauty. Her hair was a brilliant shade of red that floated around her head like reeds and sparkled in the dull glow of her cell. <br><br>Her figure was perfect. Her legs were long and her body was toned to perfection. Her chest and hips were full and curvy, allowing her the gift of grabbing any man's attention with the merest sway of her body. Green vines curled around her limbs like henna tattoos, giving the likeness of a mythical forest nymph, beautiful, rare and seductive.<br><br>"Hello Warden, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Pamela Lilian Isley spoke from behind the layers of reinforced glass. Her emerald pupils sparkled in the darkness of her eyes, whilst a coy smile curled on her soft red full lips. "Have you finally decided to make my dreams come true and whisk me away from this nightmare, like the dashing noble knight that you are?"<br><br>"I am here to do no such thing Miss Isley," Quincy replied, trying his best to keep the annoyance out of his voice. He knew how much creatures like her thrived on it. "And you will remain silent when I address you."<br><br>"Oh come now Warden, must we go through this unpleasantness every time?" the woman said, rolling onto her back and extending a long slender leg. "Would it hurt you so much to drop that frown and offer me a smile once in a while? I would love to see a grin on that handsome face of yours."<br><br>"Be quiet," Quincy snapped, dabbing his brown with a handkerchief in annoyance. "I will not lower myself by entertaining your little games"<br><br>"Games?" The woman spoke, feigning hurt as she recoiled from the glass and looked up at him with her big sad jade eyes. "Oh my beloved Quincy Sharp, how can you say such awful things? Don't you know how much it hurts my feelings to hear you say that? I thought we had something special"<br><br>"Enough!" Quincy barked, causing the woman to giggle playfully in response. He breathed in deep to settle his nerves, trying his best to focus on the reason behind his visit rather than the behavior of the patient. Which even he had to admit was difficult when she spoke with such velvet in her voice. "Miss Isley, your behavior at Arkham Asylum over the years has been most disappointing. You have shown very little progress in your rehabilitation and on more than one occasion have attempted to escape, which has often led to the death of many fine men from my work force."<br><br>"What can I say?" The woman spoke with a mischievous smile. "I hate to be locked up in the dark. I miss the sun on my skin and the feel of rain on my body. A flower cannot possibly expect to survive without the warm sunshine and the cool touch of fresh water." She stretched out across the ground, letting out a wistful sigh as she gazed at the ceiling, making sure that her breath lifted her hips and filled her chest, to show off the blessing that she knew she possessed.<br><br>"You can hardly expect me to stay still. Especially when I have so much good work to do. The world needs my gifts and if foolish men are going to stand in my way, I can hardly be held responsible for their unfortunate deaths."<br><br>"Spare me your prattle," Quincy grunted and tapped his cane against the ground. The security guards that flanked him on either side made their way over to the entrance of the secure room and began to unlock the doors that separated Pamela's cell from the rest of the asylum.<br><br>For a moment, genuine curiosity appeared on the woman's face as she rolled onto all fours and crept closer to the walls of her cell. She peered through the reinforced glass, trying her best to get a glimpse of what the guards were doing. It seemed as if they were conferring with someone, perhaps giving instructions on how to handle a dangerous person such as she.<br><br>"Today, you will be given a final chance," Quincy spoke with notable distaste. "A young Doctor has been given the opportunity to try and help you through a series of psychological therapy sessions. It will be their responsibility to try and help restore your sanity."<br><br>Quincy was not surprised to see the wicked look of amusement on the green woman's face. She frequently enjoyed playing with her Doctors, using her seductive charm to convince them that they were somehow special to her, before suddenly stabbing them in the back and leaving them to rot in the clutches of some horrific mutated plant.<br><br>"I look forward to meeting my Doctor. I have been so lonely lately," Pamela spoke with obvious excitement. "What is his name?"<br><br>"Her Miss Isley," Quincy spoke and for the first time in months smiled as he watched the smug look on the wicked green witches face suddenly vanish. In her time at Arkham, Pamela had never had a female Doctor attempt to unravel her mind. The opposite gender was not something that she could work her charms against.<br><br>"She will be introducing herself soon, the guards are just running a few security checks," Quincy said cheerfully. "We believe that a female Doctor will be a little more easier for you to relate to and hopefully will be a more positive impact on your treatment. She's very good from what I hear. Her credentials certainly hold a lot of weight. I suspect that she will have a great impact on your life."<br><br>Quincy smirked as he noticed a frown tug at the corner of those ruby lips that had ensnared many a man in the time she had been present at the asylum.<br><br>"Why Miss Isley, you look disappointed?" Quincy spoke smugly. "Were you hoping to beguile this Doctor as you did with all the others that came before? Were you planning on using another man to sneak you security passes and little plants for you to manipulate?"<br><br>"Well, I'm afraid those days are over now. We're on to you Miss Isley. From this day forwards, we will be the ones to have power over you," Quincy chuckled before letting out a cry of delight as he noticed the security guards enter the room again with a young woman walking between them.<br><br>"Ah, what excellent timing. Here is your Doctor now," Quincy said before giving Pamela a wave goodbye. "I hope you have a pleasant day Miss Isley. I hope that you do your best to get along with the good Doctor and work hard towards curing yourself of this unhealthy mindset. Good day to you."
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