A/N Welcome to the new story! I hope you enjoy the first chapter and let me know what you think, I would more than love some feedback on this story :)
Scratching his chin, a guard stood in his standard black prison uniform "She isn't right in the head" he grumbled to his partner on the left. They were both standing to watch me through the bars of my cage in the middle of a larger room.
Scoffing, the man replied "Who the hell isn't in this place?" holding their guns close to their chest, the two men either didn't think I could hear, or they just didn't care. Either way they kept on talking "look at her" the man continued "I'd be crazy too if I sat like that every day. Legs crossed, head down. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she was dead" giving a light chuckle, I ignored their banter. It happens almost every day.
"Yeah" agreed the guard "I mean, I know…but she's what? Sixteen. She hasn't moved since they put her in there…doubt she'd do anything if you let her out"
Shaking his head, the man replied "Nah, I wouldn't risk it. It's the silent ones you gotta worry about. They fuck with your head. Try and act all harmless and shit. Next thing you know she'll have a shive in your throat. Best to leave the nutta's were they belong – in the nut house"
Holding my breath, I squeezed my eyes shut as loud gun shots rang out into the two story house. Who were they? Where did they come from? Are my parents dead? I couldn't concentrate with all the questions and thoughts running through my mind. It was chaos down stairs, everything was going so fast yet so incredibly slow. I don't know what to do. What should I do? Go get help? How? They'll find me.
Lying flat on my stomach with my feet and arms drawn as close as possible, I had enough time to hide under my bed after the gun shots had gone off. I know for most, the typical thing to do is to run down stairs or scream for help, but when you live with a father who's a recognised mobster, you're taught quite quickly to do the opposite – that's if you want to live.
Trying to control my breathing as I listened to the house go eerily quiet, I waited under the bed; too fear stricken to move. Is this it? Have they gone? Slightly jumping under the bed, I couldn't help but wince at the sound of our family dog barking as his large paws bounded up the stairs. Begging and praying, I hoped with all my being that he didn't come in here.
Crossing my fingers and holding my breath, I turned my head at the sound of the dog's large nose sniffing around the edges of my bed. He knows I'm here, and if he knows – they probably know. Shewing with my hands, I pushed on his noes trying to get him to leave but instead he started to whine and scratch – and that's when I froze.
"Well…what do we have here?" the voice was deep and sinister. A sound no one could forget. Disappearing from the side of the bed, the dog jogged away toward the mystery man "what've you found boy? Hmm" listening to the dog snort in excitement, I had a moment to blink when suddenly a pair of large hands wrapped around my ankles.
Letting out a spine tingling scream, the man viciously dragged me out of my hiding place. Kicking and squealing at my attacker, I was flipped over onto my back before a heavy weight placed itself on my lower stomach. Too afraid to open my eyes, I continued to hold them shut as the hands that were once around my ankles were now on either side of my face. Hearing the man give a low growl from above, the sound notified me of how close he really was as he sat on top of me; pinning me to the ground "Funny" the man simply said "he never mentioned a daughter. How special" tapping my left cheek a few times before rubbing both, I couldn't help but wince "come on sweet cheeks. Don't keep a guy waiting. Open your eyes. I wanna see…"
Still keeping my eyes closed, I didn't want to open them "Please…don't-"
"Don't what?" said the man cutting me off from my plea "don't hurt you?" chuckling softly, he squeezed the palm of his hands tightly against the side of my face in a vice like grip "don't make me sweetheart…I don't like damaging pretty things like you"
Heeding his warning, I slowly mustered the courage to open my eyes. I almost didn't believe what I sore. It was him – the Joker. Straddling me from above, he sat paused with his sickly pale skin and hair the colour of green; tattoo's littering his bare torso as well as his face. Looking down at me, his ruby red lips gave way to a smile made of metal; as all his teeth had been capped. Hearing him hum at the reveal of my chocolate brown eyes, I couldn't help but shudder as a chill crept down my spine.
"There they are…so sweet and round. The look of an innocent little girl..." leaning a fraction lower, the Jokers thumb grazed under my left eye as his lips were left slightly parted. Glancing over my petrified face, he grinned before moving his right hand to cover the lower half of my face "you and I are going to have so much fun together"
Sitting on the grubby floor of the cage, I couldn't help but drift off to the deepest and darkest parts of my mind. It was the only entertainment I have in a place like this. Everything else is so – boring.
Feeling the familiar tingle of pins and needles, I gently moved and wriggled my arms in the confinement of my straight jacket "Having fun cupcake?" teased another man in a black uniform, although this one had a name – Officer Griggs "what? Not gonna talk to me?" clutching his chest in mock hurt he added "that breaks my heart. It really does"
Not replying to anything he says, I've learnt to block his perverted and cruel behaviour. Listening to the jingle of the keys as he unlocked the bar door, I could tell by the sound of heavy boots that the other two guards were standing close to his side. Ready to shoot me if necessary. Keeping my head down, I wasn't expecting the blow that landed to my face, making me fall backwards. Grunting as I felt my eyebrow sting, I managed to pick myself up whilst still restraint. Sitting up, Griggs let out a scoff as he turned to glance at the guards behind him.
"Can you believe this chick…doesn't feel a fuckn thing I swear" crouching down in front of me, Griggs hand reached to clasp the back of my neck; his fingers catching some of my long, dark brown locks "he must've beat you real good" cocking his head to the side, Griggs eyed me up and down. Reaching up with his gloved clad finger, I assumed he was feeling rather brave as he ran his fingers over my lips "he's definitely got one hell of a taste in women…but then again, you're not really a woman are you. Just a pathetic little teenager, caught in the wrong place at the wrong time"
Letting go of me with a harsh shove, Griggs stood up before being handed a slightly rusted metal dinner tray. Dropping it before me, the mouldy bread and whatever other contents described as being food bounced off the plate "Enjoy your meal cupcake…" exiting from the cage, I sat and watched as Griggs walked away with an arrogant swagger in his step. If only he knew I thought to myself, as I sat back up in my usual position. If only you knew what my daddy's going to do to you.
Standing in the mansion that was by all means expensive and exotic, I couldn't help but tremble like a leaf as I had my arms wrapped around me for comfort "Well don't just stand there" said the Joker mockingly as he wrapped a pale hand around my arm "…honey, I'm home!" he proceeded to call out as he tugged me further into the labyrinth that is his home. Keeping my head low enough to be submissive, but high enough to be able to see, I couldn't help but wonder who he was talking too. Did someone else live here beside him?
Finding ourselves at the bottom of a grand staircase, a woman with blonde pigtails themed pink and blue bounded her way down the stairs with a wide smile; only a few tattoo's marring her porcelain skin "Puddin? Is that you? Your home!" the woman screeched. Letting go of me, the Joker had a grin on his face as the women leapt into his arms. Who is she?
Shifting awkwardly on the spot as the reunited couple began to passionately kiss, I proceeded to look around. Maybe I could escape while they were busy. Slip away nice and quietly. Amidst my thoughts, I was brought back as the Joker gripped the woman's jaw tightly with a look of 'listen' "Now Harley…I have someone I want you to meet, and I want you to play nice. She's fragile, understand? I don't want you breaking my new toy" said the Joker sternly to the woman, as if she were a child.
Nodding her head, the woman named Harley wrapped her slender arms around the Jokers neck with another smile "Of course Puddin. I'd do anything for you…" not listening to her finish, her voice had quietened as I quickly got away. Running down an unknown corridor, I hurried into the first room I found.
Finding it to be a rather large bedroom decorated in royal purple and white, I quickly scanned the area and found a large closet. Running over, I slid the door back before climbing in and reclosing the door before sitting down. I hope this was the right idea. I hope he doesn't find me. What happens if he does? Will he kill me?
Feeling my heart race a million miles an hour, it wasn't long when an angry voice bellowed from outside; but I couldn't quite make out the words. I'm starting to think I should have stayed put, but it's too late now. Listening to pounding footsteps, it suddenly went awfully quiet as the door to the room creaked open long and eerily.
"Come out, come out…where ever you are" the familiar voice taunted. Keeping as still and quiet as possible, I thought maybe he would leave after a minute "I know you're in here sweet cheeks. You're not really good at this game – are you?" peeking down, a shadow had come to block the crack of light under the sliding door "…I know we've only just met and we haven't set any ground rules, but if there's one thing I hate more than anything in the world – it's naughty, little, girls" hearing his voice deepen after every word, the door to the cupboard shot open with a thunderous bang.
Shrieking from fear and fright, I barely had time to look up when a hand fisted its way through my hair so tight I thought it might tare straight from my scalp. Yanking me out of my position in the cupboard, the Joker dragged me over to the bed "I let you out of my sight for one second, and you decide to run" hearing his voice seethe with anger, I couldn't help but feel the same emotion. What did he expect me to do? He killed my parents, and he kidnapped me.
"Please. Let go" I yelped as I reached up with a hand to wrap around his wrist; the pain of his tight grip on my hair almost unbearable "Stop!"
Hearing him scoff, he sat on the edge of the bed before pulling me over his lap; his knee digging into my stomach and ribs "Listen to you" he mocked "Stop, stop, stop…Just like a whining child…I don't know how your mother and father raised you kid, but today you're going to learn…you don't run away from me – not from daddy" echoing out into the vast space of the room, a searing pain erupted over my backside.