A/N: Heyy This chapter is a tad bit short sorry lol. And its not my finest, im just a little stuck on how these next few chapter are gonna go. but after that we are GOLDENN. Please Read and Review! I NEED REVIEWS

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On the road that I have taken,

one day, walking, I awaken,

amazed to see where I have come,

where I'm going, where I'm from.

- Dean Koontz

I wasn't in that dreary, lifeless room for very long before there came a loud bang from outside the door.

Shocked by the sudden noise in the otherwise silent room, I stood up from the couch and readied myself for whatever may happen. Another bang emanated from beyond the door and my hands curled into fists at my sides, ready for a fight.

I was still shirtless, and I wasn't going to let any one of the Joker's Henchmen think they can have their way with me. And a small part of me hoped the Joker had told them just that. Maybe he cared just enough, just maybe. But who was I kidding? He would probably find it entertaining. Better than cable.

Just then two of his men burst through the door, their masks off, and charged towards me.

I watched as they both stopped mere feet from me, and just stared. The looks on their faces were priceless with there mouths hanging open, and there eyes wide as they could be.

Thinking this would be a great time to run, I turned my gaze towards the door, but it was closed. And probably locked. I could tell the Joker wasn't going to take any chances on me escaping again, and a small smile graced my lips. The Joker wanted me around, but for how long?

Feeling a little uneasy about being locked in a room with two rugged looking men, a brilliant idea came to mind.

These men didn't look to be too bright. And they were certainly gaping openly at me, enjoying what they saw, so I decided to use this to my advantage. Maybe I could distract them long enough to grab the keys I'm sure they had, and make a run for it.

Sighing softly to myself, I flirtatiously stepped closer to the two men, looking as seductive as possible. They responded by tensing a bit, probably afraid that I might break their noses or something, which only made the smile on my face all the more inviting.

" Hello, boys. Is there anything I can help you with?" My voice sounded very suggestive, and I was almost surprised that this was so easy for me. " Anything at all?" As I said this I raised my hand slowly to the men's faces. Grazing their cheeks lightly, resulting in them both closing their eyes in pleasure. My plan was working.

" N-No toots. Boss just said we gotta take you out of here and back to your room, right down the hall. Id be glad to escort you there." The man to my right said. He sounded very confident. Cocky. And sure that he would get what he wanted from me, but damn was he wrong.

" No Rob. I can take it from here. After all, I'm sure she wants someone who uh knows what their doin. No offense sonny boy." The second man said, and I stifled a laugh. They were fighting over me. Someone who, in the end, would screw them over, and not literally.

The man named Rob turned towards the other goon, a scowl on his face, as he reached for his pocket. But before he could pull out whatever he was getting, the man opposite him threw a punch, knocking Rob to the ground, unconscious.

A smile grew across the other man's face as he watched Rob fall, before he let out a monstrous laugh. Repulsed by his actions, I stepped back, only to be pulled against him by my wrist. He was leering at me, a seductive smile on his face as he dragged me towards the door.

Half of me resisted, but the other half knew I had to follow through with this plan. It was the only fool proof way of getting out of here. At least, I hoped it was fool proof, but this goon was proving to be smarter than I thought, or at least more clever.

The goon was fumbling with his keys by the time we reached the door, and my eyes glittered with hope. Just minutes from freedom. Minutes from safety. Minutes from the life I had built. Made up of white lies, fake smiles, and many " I'm Fine's" which were far from the truth. Just minutes from the life I hated, a life that wasn't me. I may be free from the Joker's clutches, but I wouldn't be free from the chains I bear because of myself. I dug my hole a long time ago, and now had to lay in it.

We were out the door now, and were nearly running down the hall. The familiar wooden door growing closer and closer until we finally reached it. I watched as the door seemed to grow twice its size and tower over me. Symbolizing a dark force keeping me away from the outside world.

Steadying myself, I waited as the man shoved me through the door roughly,causing me to fall to the ground. I listened as he stomped into the room and closed the door softly which was the first time I remember that happening since I arrived. The men in this house all seemed to be so angry, slamming shit and making loud noises. This softness pleased my ears.

Looking up to the goon, I watched as he grabbed me by my shoulders and brought me to my feet. By now I had plastered on a flirtatious façade and began trailing my fingers up and down his black t- shirt. This caused a positive response, as he pushed me onto the bed.

Now was my moment to strike.

Sitting atop the bed on my knees I reached out to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him onto the bed as well. Once on the bed, I pushed him down and straddled him, definitely feeling a response. But I knew it wasn't enough. I had to draw this out just a bit longer, not only to secure my plan, but just the fact that this amused me made me want to continue. Manipulate.

Feeling his keys in the front pocket of his jeans, I leaned in closer to him as I whispered into his ear, grazing it lightly with my teeth.

" So what's your name sexy?" I heard him moan slightly as his hands moved towards my waist. " The name's Joe, but you can call me whatever you like." he said, his voice giving me chills. His hands had wandered down even lower and I felt him grab my ass. Now I had to make my move.

Very slowly, I traced my hand down his chest, and let it wander into his pocket, pulling out the keys inconspicuously.

Joe started tugging at my bra as I slipped the keys into my pocket. But now I was set, and ready to unleash the anger building up inside of me.

" You know what I think I'm going to call you babe." I said, my voice losing its innocence towards the end. But he took that the wrong way. His smile grew and he pushed my hands away, almost unclasping my bra. Luckily I was quick enough to maneuver myself out of his grasp. " I think I'm going to call you. Over"

As I said this my arms flew back, and I began punching him in the face, feeling the wet blood soak my he pushed me off of him quickly. Landing on the floor, I ran to the door and opened it, surprised it wasn't locked, but made sure to lock it before I spun around and took off. Again, I made it down the hallway and went in the opposite corridor. I could practically smell freedom.

A flight of stairs came into vision and I let out a peal of laughter. But a dark, hunched figure stepped in the way, too soon for me to stop. Slamming into him, I nearly fell to the ground. But was held in place by a pair of strong, muscular arms.

I was still catching my breath as an ear- splitting laughter pierced my ears, causing my head to snap up. I almost got lost looking into those eyes. Deep brown pools of mystery and wonder. And I idly began to think of what he saw when looking into my eyes. He obviously saw the lies. But what else?

The Joker's laughter had dulled and his blood red lips smacked against each other.

" So, princess. I see you are making your escape. Again. You know, I think you need to be, uh, punished for your actions. What do you think? Hm?" His voice was filled with sinister amusement, and double meaning. But that was all I could make out as he stood there waiting for an answer. I couldnt or rather wouldnt cooperate.

" Answer me." he commanded angrily. Hs face suddenly livid. I was so taken back by his sudden mood change that I couldn't make words form. This, of course, caused him to become even more upset.

The Joker dropped me from his arms, angrily, before kicking me once in the stomach. The blow knocked the little breath I had in me, out, and I began choking on the blood coming up my throat.

Watching me like a hawk, the Joker smiled Devilishly and pulled me up by my arm, nearly yanking it out of its socket. I shrieked in pain as he pulled me towards the locked door of my prison.

Reaching for the door knob, the Joker was surprised when it wouldn't open. Again, he tried turning the knob and the same Cheshire cat grin returned to his face as he looked from the locked door back to my face, then down to my bloodied hands that he just seemed to notice. In his mind he seemed to put two and two together and his gloved hand flew to his pocket. Fearing the cool metal blade, I assumed he was about to pull out, i sealed my eyes shut. But after feeling nothing I opened my eyes to see a different sight.

Pulling out his own set of keys from his pocket, the Joker opened the door and didnt seemed shocked at what he saw. Lying on the Bed, was the bloodied Joe that I had beaten earlier. When he noticed us, his face turned even more red than it was splattered with his own blood. This only caused, both the Joker and I, to erupt with laughter.

Now I was on my feet and I walked along side the Joker into the room, his grip still held firmly onto my arm.

" What, uh, exactly happened here. Did my little Snow White do this to you?" His voice held both a tone of seriousness, and an air of amusement. He was obviously going to enjoy this. " Boss, I, she, this. Look at me. That girl is a fucking psychopath." He was stuttering, and his voice was seeping with vengeance. But, like I said, the Joker was enjoying it.

" Is that so?" Was all he said, giggling to himself.

" Yeah boss. When your done with her can I teach her some respect, she needs it. Crazy bitch." he was glaring daggers at me now, not scaring me one bit. But that last remark seemed to send The Joker over the edge.

He lunged from my side over to the bed, and dragged Joe onto the ground. Kicking him several times in the head, before taking the knife to the sides of his mouth.

The last thing I heard before the awful screams was the voice of the Joker.

" Why so serious?" He snickered, as his blade sliced through the flesh of Joe's mouth.

As he let the lifeless body fall to the ground, his gaze met mine, a devilish gleam twinkling in his otherwise dark eyes. Wiping his blade on his puprle coat, cleaning it, he strolled over to the middle of the room. The same twinkle in his eyes.

" I do believe some sort of punishment is in order for you, dollface."

Obviously the Joker I thought I knew was long gone.

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So yeah. Do you like the way this story is going? Hope so lol. Im just having a hard time with it because i dont want Annabelle ending up like being a pet to the Joker or like some obsession where he is all super possesive of her. I want it to turn out to be like a Bonnie and Clyde sorta deal so im takin this one chapter at a time.

Hope this doesnt terribly dissapoint.

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