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Disclaimer: I do not own DC characters and I DEFINITELY do not own anything pertaining to Suicide Squad. Or David Ayers. All that shit.
"Harleeeeeeeyyyyyyy…" his voice creaked like a toy whose batteries were dying, the sound distorted and inhuman.
"Come on, kitten," he said, his voice clearly feigning happiness at the hope of drawing me out of my hiding place.
I knew he was not pleased, so I continued to keep my breathing to an absolute minimum as my limbs ached from the awkward position I had forced them into by climbing into the cabinet I was currently hiding in.
It was dark but the tiny crack of light that seeped into my view was comforting, up until the light was extinguished by a sudden presence.
He was standing right in front of me, and I couldn't help the incessant shaking that rolled through my body involuntarily as I held my breath for what seemed like forever.
"Don't you wanna play with daddy, darling?" his voice was so close that it sounded like he had already found me, but I still forced myself to hang on for a few more seconds.
Much to my relief, the tiny crack of light returned and I took a small breath as I listened for his footsteps to become more distant.
My shaking couldn't be persuaded to stop, and I had a knot in my stomach that was churning away, making me sicker as the seconds dragged on.
I knew the answer to the question burning in my brain, but still, it repeated itself over and over again, with each step that he took.
How did I end up here?
"I found ya!"
My knee jerked in reaction, and my foot ended up hitting the door to the cabinet painfully, although not enough to open it.
My heart had dropped into my stomach at the realization that he was calling my bluff, I had now made enough noise for him to find me.
Sure enough the door swung open so hard I figured that had he not been in the way, it would have closed again. The view of his knees quickly became one of his face, as he peered in to inspect me. The scars on his face distorted even more when he smiled, and I pushed back as far as I possibly could. I was shaking, my heart pounding through my chest so hard that I had to force myself into breathing.
His eyes fell to my chest, which was blatantly rising and falling at a desperate pace.
"Didn't think I'd find ya, huh?" he said, sucking on his cheek and letting it pop with an air of satisfaction.
"Come out and maybe I'll play nice, okay?" he mocked, his smile burning away at my very insides.
Still I did not move, afraid to do anything, much less come out to where I was more accessible to him. This irritated him, and when he let another pop slip from his mouth I knew better than to cross him any further. I went to move my feet outside the cabinet, but I did not move fast enough for his liking and finished pulling me out, albeit quite roughly. The skin on my shoulder scraped against the wood and my head was smacked into the top as he struggled to get me out. I didn't mean to pull back but he was hurting me and I was already intent on getting out on my own. When I was completely out, he smacked me across the face as a retaliation against the fight still burning inside me. I fell to my knees and couldn't bring myself to look up at him, and I certainly couldn't help crying.
"Shh shh shh shh shhhhhhhhhhhhh," he hissed at me, coming back down to his knees.
He sat in front of me and pulled my shaking form onto his lap, I tried to look away but he wouldn't have any of that. He grabbed my face, pulling it to his, eyes examining and probing as his fingers pushed themselves so deep into my face that I could feel the pressure on my teeth.
"You're a doll, ain't ya?" he frowned, and I caught a sob, holding it in my throat as I looked at him warily.
"C'mon pretty girl, no crying now," his grip fell from my face, and his fingers brushed the skin of my neck on their way down.
I was still trembling as I attempted to suppress the breathy sobs that were so easily issued from me. He was standing up now, carrying me to some foreign location that I was too scared to think about. It was already difficult to see, so I simply kept my eyes shut. I did not want to see where I was going.
When I was laid down on a cold, hard surface, I did not fight or try to run until my hands were already being restrained to my sides. Curiosity was going to kill me, but as I opened my eyes the light above me was so bright that I quickly shut them once more. He had done my right hand with ease, but I pulled and fought with my left until I felt him begin to apply pressure that I knew would surely break my hand. I relinquished control of my limb, and whimpered as I heard the buckle tighten around it. My heart was pounding even harder and I sobbed uncontrollably, pleading for him to let me go.
"No no no no no, shhhhhhh," he kept cooing down at me. "No point in fighting, when all I wanna do is play," he drew out the last word longer than necessary before a laugh creeped out of his throat and deafened me. He continued to laugh at a shrill, voluminous decimal as I felt his hands down at my feet and his fingers clenching my ankles before restraining them as well.
His hand found its way back to my chin, after a painfully long graze over my body.
"Don't go anywhere," he said rather softly, gripping my chin before cackling once more. Clearly amused by my utter helplessness in the situation.
He started to sing something, but it wasn't anything I was familiar with and his voice grew progressively more distant the longer he sang. The buckles on my restraints were rattling from how badly I was shaking, I had to look around. I turned my head as far as I could before opening my eyes slowly. The light was blinding but I needed my eyes to adjust, something that took unbearably long as I did my best to think logically.
How did I get here? How did I get here? How did I get here?
It blared through me, and I painfully remembered each careful detail which had led me to this… place.
My ear suddenly picked up on a tune that was distant, but getting progressively louder, although so slowly that I imagined that he knew this was another form of torture. I couldn't tell how far away he was, how close…
"Harrrrrrrrrrleeeeeeeeeeyyyy…"
