I woke up with my head pounding. Everything felt sore. Confused, I go to get up, but I can't. I look down and saw that I was chained down to a table. I looked around and saw it was an empty room. I looked beside me, and saw a smaller table,with what looked like, knives lined up in rows. I closed my eyes. Finally I remembered what happened last night. Harley must have taken me when I blacked out. I started to panic. I violently shook against the chains. I quickly stopped, due to the chains cutting deep into my skin.
"HELP! HELP! ANYONE! PLEASE!"
I started screaming, maybe someone outside will hear me and rescue me. I continued to scream, until I heard the door being unlocked. I stared angrily at the person who walked in the room. Then my expression froze, once I saw who it was. The Joker himself.
"Well hello dollface."
I gathered my courage, and demanded my freedom.
"LET ME GO YOU BASTARD!"
He laughed at my attempt to sound brave. I would have too, I sounded like a child that's lost and can't find her parents in the store. He slowly walked closer, obviously walking slow on purpose to scare me even more. Once again, I struggled against the chains, trying to ignore the pain.
"Look, if it's money you want, I'll get you some money. Just let me go!"
He ignored me, and continued walking towards me.
"GET Away! What do you want!"
He stopped right next to me and stared at me with a cold glare.
"To have some fun!"
He laughed wickedly, making me slightly shake. I instinctively stopped talking, my tongue usually leaves me in bad situations. I knew his sick games, and I wasn't gonna play them. He looked up, and glared at the table with the knives. He glared at me, with a wicked smile on his face. I stared at him, shaking my head no repeatedly. He picked up a small, but sharp pocket knife. He stood still for a second, examining it. He suddenly moved the knife to my cheek swiftly. I flinched. Each second that went by, he pressed the knife, harder and harder down on my cheek. I knew what was gonna happen. I witnessed this happen to many people before me. I took the pictures... Oh, and did I try to help them? No. I wasn't allowed to. It would have revealed me, and I would be fired. So I had to sit back and watch. So I kind of deserved this. He looked at me.
"Ya scared?"
I gathered every ounce of hate and courage I had, and I spit in his face.
"Give me your worst you sick bastard."
I instantly regretted that, as his expression turned from disgust, to pure anger. My eyes widened in fear. What did I just do?
"I-I'm s-sorry." I stuttered.
"Oh you will be, you really shouldn't have done that toots."
He dug the knife deep into my cheek. I screamed in agony, I could feel the blood trickle down my face. The pain didn't stop. He dug it down more, carving something into my cheek. The pain was up most unbearable. I continued to scream, and cry, my tears stinging the cut. All I could hear over my own screams is Jokers laugh, which made me sick. I started shaking from the pain.
"S-s-stop"
I stuttered. He looked at the carving he made on my cheek, satisfied. He picked up a mirror from the table, and put it in front of my face. I lifted my head up as far as I could, which was hard due to the restraints. I looked at the mirror in horror.
He had carved the words, HA HA HA, horizontally across my cheek. I shook in anger.
"What did you do! "I swear, your dead."
I gave him a death glare. He put his hands back in fake fear.
"Oh I'm so scared! But your in no position to be threatening me doll face."
Just then I heard the door opening again.
"Aww, Puddin, you started the fun without me!"
I froze again. She walked towards us, and kissed Joker on the cheek. I cringed at there sick love. He doesn't love her. Unless he does and doesn't show it. She is a prisoner, a victim, to him. Yet she doesn't know. I watched as they both stared at me. I coughed awkwardly as there stares were cold. The cut hurt so much, I felt as if I was gonna bust out in tears from the pain. But I hate to see the person I despise, get the satisfaction to see my tears, to let them know they've scared me mentally enough to show tears. So I held it in. Harley walked a little bit closer. She quickly pulled out something, and I quickly closed my eyes, assuming it was a knife, or some type of weapon. When I didn't feel any pain, I cautiously opened my eyes, and saw she was holding my camera. My eyes widened in shock, and I look down to my chest to see it wasn't there. I held my breath, and crossed my fingers hoping they didn't look through the pictures.
"Ya know darling, you could've just asked if ya wanted a picture of us."
I cringed knowing they looked at the pictures. I'm so screwed.
She tossed my camera in the air, and caught it. I flinched.
"Be careful with that!"
Harley smiled, evilly
"Oh you mean this?"
She tossed it in the air again, but this time she didn't catch it. Well there goes my paycheck. I looked at it on the ground, and saw that the lens cracked. OK, i can just replace the lens no biggie. As if she read my mind, she took her bat, and started smashing my camera into pieces. Seriously.
"Just kill me now." I mumbled to myself.
Joker walked over, his face, two inches away from mine.
"What was that?"
I felt tears threatening to come out, but i blinked them away.
"I d-didn't s-s-say a-anything."
I hated how I sounded so scared. My actions could show I'm fearless. But once I open my big mouth, everything goes to waste. I think I have a stuttering problem. If I escape, imma go get it checked out. No. Not if. when I escape. I gotta keep a positive attitude. Or at least try. Harley held her bat high above me. "Now it's my turn to have some FUN!" I closed my eyes. This was gonna hurt...
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