A/N Ok sorry i havent updated in a while so here is an eextra long chapter. Also i would like to add that i give LOADS of credit to my bestie Tara for helping me write thiss.

Diclaimer: Only Own Annabelle and the plot

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The smell grew stronger as we neared the door.

Its metallic scent made me want to gag, and my face contorted in disgust. The Joker, seeing my changed expression, smiled wide and tightened his grip on my arm. It wasn't too tight, but tight enough for me to know I couldn't get away simply.

Three feet away from the door I froze. The smell was overwhelming and it was making my head spin, I found myself leaning on the Joker for support. Laughing, he pushed me off of him and against the wall. My head hit the wall hard, and I could feel a small stream of blood leaking from the point of contact.

He stood there staring at me for what seemed like eternity before smacking his lips together and opening the door. As it opened it creaked eerily and I couldn't suppress a tear that had escaped my eye. Seeing this, the Joker walked towards me, his makeup caked on so no skin was showing, and put a finger to the tear. He then lifted his finger to his blood red lips and tasted it.

I couldn't stand watching this, and my anger got the best of me.

My fist shot at him so fast that even I was surprised. He stumbled back and grabbed at his jaw. This obviously amused him because he began shaking with laughter. The sound was ear-splitting.

I watched this and felt another fit of anger surge through me.

The Joker was slightly bent over, laughing, so I swung my knee into his face sending him back against the wall. This time he wasn't laughing.

He grabbed my arm, mid swing, and pushed me off of him, into the wall. His hand on my wrist was like a death grip, and I felt my hand scream in protest. The other hand he used to grab my neck, squeezing it just enough to make it hard for me to breath.

All of his weight was pressed up against me and I was trapped. I thought for sure this was it. He was going to kill me. But instead he surprised me.

" Now, Now, doll face. You wouldn't want to , uh, wear yourself out just yet. Save all this fire for later." His hot breath smelt like death and I squeezed my eyes shut.

" Good. Now listen. I'm gonna need you to, well, do something for me okay? Its just something, something little. But if you don't," His hand on my neck seemed to fully enclose my throat and I could barely breath.

" Well, lets just say Snow White wont wake up from this slumber with a kiss."

With that he dropped both hands and pushed me into the dark room.

I couldn't see a thing and when I had managed to lift my head I saw the Joker start to shut the door. The last remnants of light vanished as the door shut tightly.

Panicking, I got up and ran towards the door. When I had found the knob, I twisted it but, of course, it was locked. Now I was pissed and I started punching and kicking the door with all my might. After a good two minutes of relentless bashing of the door, I dropped into a sitting position and leaned my head against it. That's when the lights came on.

They were bright and lit up the room completely. I gasped as I took in the large room I was currently sitting in. The room was large and bare except for a mirror, and rack, and one single dress.

I timidly got up and stumbled over to the Dress. It was beautiful, and looked like it belonged in a fairy tale, which definitely meant it was not for me. The dress was fit for a princess.

The dress was an elegant shade of peach. With a tight strapless bodice. At the waist it began to flare out ever so slightly until it hit the floor. The train of the dress had a slight sparkle that matched the glittery lining at the top of the dress. Hanging on the hanger also, was a matching tiara.

Amazed, I suddenly forgot everything and grabbed it off the rack which is when I was brought back down to reality.

Stuck to the dress was a small note, with all to familiar handwriting scrawled onto it.

Put it on. I'm waiting.

- J

The note was written in blood red ink and I suddenly remembered the horrendous odor from earlier. I put the dress back onto the rack and stepped away. Walking around the room I noticed that there was no blood anywhere. That was until I saw the door almost hidden by a large plant. Odd.

As I neared the door the feeling in the pit of my stomach returned and I tried to hold back my instincts telling me to hurt. To kill. When I was a foot away from the door, a loud chuckling voice spoke as if from an intercom.

" Annabelle darling, Curiosity killed the, uh, cat." his voice got lower and more menacing as he continued.

" You wouldn't want to ruin your surprise now would you?" I heard his lips smack together before he continued, " No you wouldn't, so make your way away from the door and back to that little dress of yours."

Afraid of what would happen if I didn't, I made my way back over to the gown on the rack, realizing then that I was shaking.

" Thank you Darling, now please be a good little princess and put the dress on. We don't have all day," with that he laughed manically and the intercom went off.

Now I had one of two options.

I could change into this dress, and maybe survive, or I could not change into this dress and not survive. The first option was looking pretty good but at the same time, that would mean that I would be changing with the Joker watching. It wasn't that I was shy or self conscious about my body, but I had a few interesting marks on my body that would be hard to explain.

I sighed and decided to just get it over with. The sooner I went along with his ideas the sooner I could escape. Hopefully.

Quickly, threw off the Jokers shirt that I was wearing and unbuckled the belt, letting the pants slip to the floor. Now I was in nothing but my undergarments.

Not wasting any time, I slipped the dress off the hanger and unzipped it before placing myself inside of it. I zipped up the back of the dress and looked towards the mirror. It was a perfect fit.

I stared at myself for a few moments, surprised at how different I looked. And I liked it. To make the look complete I placed the tiara on top of my head and fiddled with it until it was sitting exactly right where I wanted it.

Happy with my work, I spun in a circle and started laughing. I felt like such a princess.

That was when the Door to the room slammed open and the Joker walked silently in followed by one of his clown men. His green hair hung like little ringlets around his face, and the face paint where I had punched him in the jaw was more faded then the rest of his face.

" Hello princess. Your chariot awaits." As he said this he moved his hands in the air wildly as if he was a host motioning towards the big act.

I swallowed audibly and took an unsteady step towards them. The Joker saw my advancement and put out his hand more me to take. Puzzled, I took it and he lead me towards the back of the room.

We made it to the door and his goon had opened t up for us. The Joker gave him a stiff nod and I gave him the smallest of smiles. He did not return the favor.

Once inside the room the man closed the door and the Joker and I were left alone.

This fact made my skin crawl, and not in a bad way.

The Joker continued to lead me to what I assumed was the middle of the room. I wasn't sure though because we were engulfed in darkness. What I did know though, was that the room was cold, it had some sort of wooden floor, and it reeked of blood.

My hand flew to my mouth instantly, and I was holding back the puke threatening to come up. I looked around frantically, trying to find the source of this stench but I couldn't see a thing. I let go of the Joker and took a few steps away but was pulled back by a set of strong hands around my waist. Spinning around, I came face to face with his painted face.

I could see his face but only slightly. The face paint made it easier. He smiled his Glasgow grin and then there was a spotlight on us.

Shocked, I looked up but was blinded by the light.

The Joker took my hands and placed one on his shoulder while holding the other firmly in his grip. When he was sure I wouldn't remover my hand from his shoulder he placed his free hand on my waist.

He leaned down close to my ear and whispered huskily, " You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

The music started up and then we were spinning.

Katie, don't cry, I knowYou're trying your hardestAnd the hardest part is letting goOf the nights we shared Ocala is calling and you know it's hauntingBut compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as brightAnd when we look to the sky, its not mine, but i want it so

The spotlight followed us everywhere we danced to and I was surprised by how great of a dancer he was. I was the one to stumble every now and then but he would just chuckle and keep leading.

Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight(I know he's there and)You're probably hanging out and making eyes(while across the room, he stares)I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floorAnd ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yesBecause these words were never easier for me to say Or her to second guessBut I guessThat I can live without you butWithout you I'll be miserable at best

I hadn't realized it until just now, but the Joker had changed. Well, he was still in his signature purple suit, but this one was free of stains and such. A blush crept up my cheeks at the thought of him getting all dressed up for me.

You're all that I hoped I'd findIn every single wayAnd everything I could giveIs everything you couldn't takeCause nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles awayAnd the hardest part of livingIs just taking breaths to stayBecause I know I'm good for somethingI just haven't found it yetBut I need itBecause these words were never easier for me to say Or her to second guessBut I guessThat I can live without you butWithout you I'll be miserable at best

This was not at all how I expected my reunion with Gotham to be like. To be dancing with the Clown Prince of Crime himself. And the scary part of this was, I liked it. When I was with him I may not know what to expect or know I'm safe but its fun. Not knowing what's gonna happen, or where your gong to end up. The other day I was partying the playboy Bruce Wayne and now I was dancing with one of the most wanted mass murderers in Gotham City.

Ladada ladada ladadaoh ohhh And this will be the first time in a weekThat I'll talk to youAnd I can't speakIt's been three whole days since I've had sleepBecause I dream of his lips on your cheekAnd I got the point that I should leave you aloneBut we both know that I'm not that strongAnd I miss the lips that made me fly

His lips. His lips made me fly. Looking up at them I wasn't scared like most by the scars on either side, but I was longing for them. I wanted to feel them up against my own.

So let's not pretend like you're alone tonight(I know he's there and)You're probably hanging out and making eyes(while across the room, he stares)I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floorAnd ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yesBecause these words were never easier for me to say Or her to second guessBut I guessThat I can live without you butWithout you I'll be miserableAnd I can live without you but Without you I'll be miserableAnd I can live without youOh, without you I'll be miserable at best

The song ended and we ceased our dancing, still holding the same positions though.

I wasn't sure If I should drop my hands for fear he might get mad, but secretly I kept them there because wanted them there.

Instead tough, he let go a slowly backed away. A new grin plastered onto his panted face. The spotlight began to fade away as new lights slowly turned on. They started from where we had entered and, one by one, began turning on until hey reached the other end of the room, which was very large and decorated in fancy ribbons and flowers. It was a ballroom and it was fit for a fairytale ball. I gasped amazed at its splendor and looked to the Joker in surprise. But what I saw made my blood run cold.

About twenty feet away was the Joker who was standing behind a plain looking chair that held a woman who was also in a dress.

She was tied down to the chair and gagged, with cuts everywhere. Not too deep but deep enough to draw blood. Her dress was also covered in rips and tears with blood all over it.

The Joker un gagged her while humming the similar tune as earlier and she let out an ear-splitting shriek. One I was all too familiar with. That was a scream of pure terror.

Anger flashed across his face as he placed a hand over her mouth with his knife at her neck.

I couldn't let him hurt this girl so I took a step closer to him, only to be pulled back by two of his goons. I yelled and kicked but I was too weak too really fight hard enough. Plus they both were probably three times the size of me.

The Joker cackled at my useless fighting and turned towards the girl.

" Now, pretty. If I remove my hand will you promise not to scream. Cause see I'm not gonna hurt you until," He pointed to me with his knife. " she tells me to," I glared at the Joker. I would never tell him to hurt an innocent girl.

" I would never." I said matter-of factly.

He Just chuckled and waited for her answer. She was shaking very much as it was and she managed to nod her head slightly.

" Good, good." was all he said before he removed his hand.

She began to cry, which then turned into sobs and I felt so horrible, like it was my fault. And it was.

" Now, pretty, what is your name?" His voice feigned innocence and I scoffed.

He noticed this and raised and eyebrow at me but I just looked away.

" I-I'm Tara C-Coates." she managed to let out in between sobs.

" That's a lovely name. Tara. Now Tara we are going to play a little game."

Her sobs had quieted down, as if she was calming but I knew better. Things were getting worse.

" W-What kind of game." she said almost inaudibly.

" Well, my dear. Its called a mind of its own. The Rules are simple. The more you scream the less it'll hurt okay?" she seemed to tense as he got closer to her and I couldn't help but feel empty. Any normal person would be crying there eyes out, begging and pleading for him to stop but I couldn't. She was crying again and he began to circle around her, fiddling with the knife in his hands.

" So Tara, this is uh, gonna hurt." he smacked his lips and threw the knife with great accuracy, into her shoulder. She screamed loudly and the men around me just laughed.

I tried to look away but one of the clown men grabbed my face and turned t so I was forced to watch the " show".

The Joker grabbed the knife from her shoulder and backhanded her in the face, causing the chair to fall backwards. There was a loud bang and another scream. And the smell of blood became even more potent if that was even possible.

Next, he grabbed the girl by her hair and pulled the chair up off the ground before slowly placing it right-side up. Tara's screams were awful and full of pan and terror. She was sobbing and she was coughing up blood.

This I couldn't take.

I couldn't watch as this girl got tortured to death. It wasn't right.

I shut my eyes but could still hear the shrill screams and cries for help she let out. I don't know how long went by before the room went silent except for Tara's heavy panting. Feeling the coast was clear, I opened my eyes and was met with a deathly glare from the Joker. He was standing behind the girl, now. And had a feeling I knew what was coming.

Unable to close my eyes, I watched as the Joker placed the knife to her throat and slice.

Blood poured endlessly from her throat, like a waterfall and landed on the ground in a puddle that was getting dangerously close to my feet.

I tried backing away but the goons refused to budge. Instead they threw me down into it and I screamed. I was now stained head to toe in crimson.

I began to get up but received a sharp kick to the stomach and fell back into the blood, tasting it on my lips.

The Joker was standing over me cleaning his knife on his coat as he spoke.

"Leave. Now."

I heard his men mumble reply's and quickly exit the room.

Again I was alone with him but this time I was not feeling like a love struck teenager. I was terrified.

" You know, my sweet, it really disappointed me that you didn't watch the show. I mean, I did it all for you."

I glared up at him in disgust. And for once he did not like it.

He pulled my up by my hair and I let out a yelp of pain. The joker was holding me up off the ground before he threw me into a chair that had not been there earlier.

" Now, Its my turn for some fun."

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