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I sat there, staring at him. I didn't even realize it until he cleared his throat.
"Ya know, doll, if you take a, uh, picture, it'll last longerrr?" He said, exaggerating the end of 'longer' . He clicked his tongue and turned towards me. "It's rude to, eh, stare, beautiful. And if you're staring at my scars, I'll not hesitate to give you a matching pair. Mkay?" He laughed out and I just couldn't take my eyes off of him.
'Stop staring, Lily! You'll make him angry and he may kill you! Stop it now!'
'I can't….I can't turn away from him. Despite his scars, he is so…beautiful….'
'Snap out of it, Lilith! He is a MASS MURDERER! He cares not for you. He will use you for whatever he wants you for and then he will throw you out or kill you.'
'He can't possibly be that ba-'
Just as I was defending him from myself, I feel a sharp sting on my cheek followed by sheer pain. My eyes welled up with tears and I look towards the Joker, not directly at him, but I could still see his movements out of my peripheral vision. He was breathing heavily, and kneeling with a knee on the seat and a foot on the floor. His eyes burned a hole into my head and I turned away, crying softly. He laughed out and all of a sudden, my head was being pulled backwards, so far back that he was upside down. His hand pulled my hair roughly, making my scalp burn. I also started feeling a warm liquid trickling down my cheek.
"Don't ever, eh, turn your back to me, again." He laughed out some more and smashed my face into the window. As he let me go, I fell back towards him, seeing stars over his face as I fell unconscious.
Xx
I woke up in my bed. I sit up, but too fast. I start to feel nauseated immediately and lean over my bed and throw up everywhere. I hear a cackle from across the room and I see him. He who put me in this predicament. He whom I, for even a moment, started to develop some feelings for. He who I started to defend. The Joker. He stepped closer to me and I inched away as far as I could, not making the mistake of looking at him directly again. Suddenly though, anger boiled up inside of me.
'No, Lily! Don't do it!'
I ignored reason and lunged at the clown, pulling my switchblade out of my bra as I pounced. I caught him off guard and landed on his chest. I sat on his chest and brought my knees up to his arms, holding them in place. I held my blade up to his throat.
"Now, listen to me, goddamnit. You are going to tell me right this fucking second why the hell you are following me and kidnapping me and all around just won't leave me alone. What purpose could I possibly serve? I have no connections, no money, and no important job. Why me, huh? WHY ME?" I screamed at him. When I got no answer, I pressed the blade harder. He started giggling, which dug the knife deeper. It started to draw blood, but I didn't care.
"Well, doll. It seems you can get pretty, eh, fiest-ty" He laughed out, clicking his tongue and exaggerating his 't'. He looked behind my head for a split second and I knew someone was behind me. I spun around, making sure to keep my weight on Joker, and threw the knife at the man. It landed straight in his chest. He started gurgling and coughing on blood. This sight only made Joker laugh even harder.
"Sweetheart, if this wasn't so damn funn-y, I would have killed you already. So I'm going to give you a choice, okay? Either get off of me and beg for forgiveness, or I'll kill you know and be done with it. Choose wisely, doll." He said, laughing in between every sentence. I glared at him and started to pull the knife across his throat, leaving a trail of his blood behind. As I got the edge of his neck, I pulled my arm back. He took the chance and pushed me backwards onto my bed. He grabbed both of my hands into one of his and pinned me down. With his other hand he brought a knife, out of nowhere, and held it up to my cheek. He pushed it inside my mouth and into my unscarred cheek.
"I told ya, doll. You chose wrong. "He said, laughing out. He stared into my eyes and took the knife out. "So you can be angry. I like tha-t. You know your problem, Lilith? You take things TOO serious." He licked his lips a bit before continuing on. "I want you, Lilith. You are sooo sweet and innocent; I know very well that it is just a façade. I will find out about your past, whether you tell me or not. You try to be good here in front of these people, and you are good. But you aren't like these people. I want to free you. Life is too short to spend it so serious. You need to see the funny side of things."
As he finishes, he leans down closer to me. I can see his almost healed scars under the red paint. They looked like rounded hills. His eyes stared deep into my terrified blue ones. He did the unthinkable.