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Joker had a wonderful feeling about today, he'd been given an anonymous tip that Falcone was starting an underground fighting league and he knew just the place to get a fighter. Easy money and humiliating Falcone, what could be better? He couldn't deny the giddy feeling in his stomach as his limo entered the shipping yard. The red container at the end of the lot stirred feelings of long past Christmas mornings as a child, fond memories of hot chocolate and shortbread.

The skip in his step was noticeable as he marched through the snow towards his latest purchase. An envelope tapped to the outside of the container contained a key. He threw the key to one of his boys who unlocked the container and pushed opened the heavy doors.

Eleanor tucked her legs into her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins, the crisp winter air gave her some idea of how much time had passed but she couldn't be sure exactly. The night she was kidnapped the most sinister thoughts came to mind, she was going to be murdered, or abused in some freaks basement, or maybe it was a sex trafficking ring. She'd seen documentaries, dozens of women cramped in tiny rooms with dirty mattresses. She'd never been particularly religious but in that moment she'd begged God for the lesser of evils.

Things like this didn't happen to women like her, she wasn't a hooker with no family, and she wasn't rich enough to be used as leverage. She was an associate who had just won her first court case and was celebrating with her friends. Wrong place, wrong time she supposed. But it wasn't a sex ring at all, it was dog fighting, and she was one of the hounds. She had her ass kicked match after match, years in law school had not exactly equipped her with fighting prowess.

And yet she'd managed to get herself sold to some unlucky bastard who was probably about to lose some major cash. She didn't know the buying price for people but she didn't think it was pocket change. The heavy creaking saw a stream of light break into the room she was in. She pushed herself up and squinted against the glaring light, holding up a hand to block the sun. A man stood outside the container but she couldn't make out a face.

"Boss it looks like this one didn't make the journey," Eleanor looked down at her travelling companion's crumpled corpse. Her stomach felt queezy at the sight but maybe this made her more valuable, she didn't have competition now, who's to say she isn't a better fighter than that girl was?

She heard the unseen man growl in annoyance, "And the other one?". She was grabbed by the upper arm softly and pulled out of the container. Her eyes adjusted to the new light and she tried not to seem startled when she looked into the smiling face of the man in front of her. The Joker wore a suit, a nice suit, she'd never seen him look so professional, you could almost overlook his stark white complexion and ghastly hair.

He placed his gloved hands on her bare shoulders, "You better be worth the money I paid for you girly." She tried not to let her smile falter as his eyes bore into her soul. Eleanor knew she was dead meat the first time she lost a fight.

It was a disappointment that he'd lost one of his investments during transit, his supplier although not entirely responsible was still going to hear from him. Everything wasn't all bad though, he now had more time to focus on the wimpy girl in front of him. The thought brightened his mood.

He could see the fear in her eyes and couldn't help but to find it amusing, "I hope I can do you proud sir." Her statement lacked omph but he couldn't blame her. Instead he laughed heartily and smacked her on the back, "Atta girl".

Then he turned on his heal quickly and waltzed towards his car. He didn't have to turn back to know the barefoot girl was following him through the snow because he could hear her teeth chattering. "Boss what do we do with this one?" Joker halted his step causing the girl to stumble back hurriedly, "Send her back with my regards."

He cast a glare at the limp corpse again. Such a waste. His driver opened his car door and he gestured for the girl to climb in, she stared at her hands in her lap and he became bored chewing on the inside of his cheek. "So what's your name kid?" He leant towards her curiously

"My name's Eleanor," He rolled the name around on his tongue and she watched him in mute silence. When he stopped he finally took in her appearance and clicked his tongue. She was quite the looker, he couldn't wait to break her in.

Eleanor had seen that look before. She had seen it on the face of men in numerous court sessions. It was the face of a man who was her enemy. She prayed for salvation.