(Thank you guys for your reviews! Well here is the second chap!)
My eyes fluttered open to a dark dirty ceiling. I sat up slowly; I had a splitting head ach. As all the memories of what happened flooded back into my brain, I started to panic. I jumped of the old mattress and went to the door.
When the knob wouldn't turn I began pounding on it.
"Help! Let me out! What do you want!" I screamed.
Tears started to form in my eyes. "No. I will not cry. I'm stronger than that." I whispered to myself.
I looked around my room; there was nothing but an old mattress. There was a window, but it was barred. I sat back down on the bed, and tucked my knees to my chest. What is he going to do? I don't want to die! I wish I was home, in my nice warm bed with George. He's probably starving right now.
Just then my stomach growled. "ughh!" I muttered. I lay back down on the bed, I was tired from exhaustion.
Suddenly the door burst open. The Joker was leaning in the door way with a domestic smirk on his face. My heart stopped. He didn't have that purple jacket on anymore. I could see now that he wasn't tall and skinny, he was tall and muscular.
"W-what do you want!" I asked nervously.
His smile faded as he walked over to me.
"How do I ah, explain this? Lil-ly you now belong to me." he said in a mocking tone.
I started to wiggle my way to the farthest corner of the wall. He suddenly grabbed my ankle and pulled me underneath him. I kicked and I screamed until he brought out his switch blade.
"Now, you will be-have." He growled as he ran the switch blade over my lips without cutting them. I let out a small yelp, and his grin grew even wider. I lay still with him on top of me; his face was so close to mine. His menacing green eyes looked heartless and amused.
He reached down for the bottom on my shirt. My eyes widened and I smacked his hand away. His face grew dark and out of know where he slapped me in the face. I let out a cry of surprise.
"You slap me, I slap you!" he said as he giggled.
He grabbed my hands as I started to struggle and brought them up over my head, pinning them there. With his free hand he reached for my shirt again. I screamed for him to not do what he was going to do, whatever it was.
My stomach was now uncovered, he ran his hands along my sides. I started to cry then. I looked into his eyes, what I saw surprised me. I saw amassment, madness, and I saw guilt. Why was he guilty?
"NOO! Please!" I yelled as he unbuttoned my pants. He pulled them down just over my thighs. My red lacey underwear was now open for the world to see. A giant smirk grew on his face when he saw them. Then next thing he said confused me.
"This might ah, hurt a bit." He said sincerely.
He took his blade and started to cut me, just above my underwear on my side. I could hear a piercing scream, I realized I was mine. I was sobbing now, begging for him to stop.
Once the cutting stopped he put his blade back into his pocket, a big smile was on his face. He was proud. I looked down and gasped. Beneath all the blood was a J. He had cut a J into me. I let out a moan, from the pain. This seemed to snap him out of his enjoyment.
He got off of me and picked me up, bride style. I felt light headed and woozy. He carried me out from that dark room, everything was bright now. My vision was starting to blur.
He sat me down on a table, we seemed to be alone. I could hear him digging around on a shelf beside me. He came back over holding something long and skinny.
"n-no n-needles." I mumbled.
He started to laugh hysterically. "How am I supposed to stitch you up?" he teased.
I could feel a pinching in my side. I winced and yelped. I was so tired, pretty soon I was unconscious.
OOO
When the Joker finished with the stitches, he started to clean off some of the blood. It was all over her pants. He grumbled to himself when he realized this.
He looked at her limp bodie on the table. Her pants were still pulled down; he began to pull them off. He then threw them in the trash can. Next, he began cleaning her stomach. He chuckled as she squirmed in her sleep from being tickled.
After she was all clean he picked her up and took her back to her room. He then laid her down on the bed. He now really noticed how beautiful she was. She had a perfect bodie, aside from the mark he just gave her.
Her lips were a nice peach color, and her eyes, oh her eyes. They were big and pretty, with long brown lashes that touched her cheeks. He saw that she was shivering and walked out of the room. He then came back with a blanket and covered her up.
The Joker wondered why he was being so nice to her. Usually his hostages would be dead or seriously injured by now. He frowned and shook his head, then stomped out of the room, locking the door behind him.
OOO
I was awake, but my eyes were closed. I could hear someone walking around in my room, grumbling to themselves. I laid there frozen, afraid that if it was the Joker, that he would be mad.
My side started to throb and I whimpered without meaning to. The footsteps stopped for a slight second, then I heard them come closer. I felt something being moved off of me, probably a blanket. Then I felt gloved fingers brush against my stitches. I whimpered again and pulled away.
He must have thought I was still asleep because I felt the gloved fingers tuck my lose hair behind my ear. I heard him sigh and his heavy footsteps walk away. I hear the door open then shut with the little 'click' of the lock.
I opened my eyes to see the same room that I was in when I first woke up. I looked down at my stitches; the thread was a bright green. Fantastic.
I winced as I tried to sit up. When I managed to get up off the bed I realized I was in my underwear. I gasped and I felt my cheeks get hot. I spotted something over in the corner. I turned to see a pair of sweat pants.
"Thank god." I sighed.
I quickly put them on, being careful of my new scar. I realized that my shoes were missing. I sighed a grumpy sigh and paced back and forth, slowly because of my cut.
"HEEELLLOOO? I AM HUMAN! I NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM!" I screamed as I pounded on the door.
My side began to hurt so I stopped pounding. That basterd, first he kidnaps me, then cuts me, takes away my clothes and shoes, and now he is depriving me of a toilet!
Just then the door opened, scaring me half to death and making me jump. I instantaneously became nervous when I saw the scary guy with a clown mask. He also had a gun.
"I am to escort you to the bathroom. Umm please don't try to run or anything like that…" he said nervously. He must be new.
I nodded my head in understandment and walked out of the room followed by the goon. We walked down a brightly lit hallway, there were other doors but they seemed to be closed. We came upon a two turns.
"u-umm which way?" I asked nervously.
"Oh umm turn left and it's the first door." he said in a kind tone. Boy, I'm beginning to like this guy.
I opened the door and flipped the switch to the light. It was a small bathroom, but it had a toilet, thank god…
"I will be standing in the hall." The clown boy said, trying to be threatening.
I gave him a weak smile and shut the door. I looked at my reflection in the mirror; I had dark circles under my red puffy eyes. I truly looked like crap. I lifted up my shirt to see the stitches, and that damned J. I started to tear up again, so I pulled my shirt back down not wanting to look at it anymore.
I quickly went to the bathroom, when I was done I heard people talking outside.
"I wonder why boss is keeping her alive." One guy said.
"Uhh I heard a rumor saying she means something special to him. I don't think she knows him though, the way she acts." I heard the new guy say.
I'm something special to the Joker? Oh god this can't be good.
"Hey are you almost done in there?" someone said as they banged on the door.
My eyes darted around the bathroom; I looked at the window. I hurried over to it and looked out. There wasn't a thing in site. Just an open field and some woods. Great.
Once I got back into my room, with the door locked I might add, I sat down on the floor and started to think of a plan. I have to get out of here, there's no way I'm going to die in this prison.
And besides, George is probably getting lonely…