To be honest, I thought a lot of people were going to forget about this! But man I felt so good after the reviews/messages/alerts/favorites all from an author's note. Well it's good to be back, and this chapter is a bit darker, not M-rated worthy yet haha but I'm 100% the next chapter will be. I hope you all enjoy this; sorry if there are a lot of mistakes I'm still a bit rusty! Enjoy!

A sharp static pain suddenly buzzed through Eilish's ears. The pain soon spread over her useless body, forcing her to regain conscious. The deafening buzz still ringing in both years was enough to make her squirm against whatever had bound her limbs together. She soon heard muffled yelling, and felt loud vibrations from what seemed to be the cold hardwood floor she had been laying on for god knows how long. Wanting to take in a long breath to wake herself up, she was soon stopped as she realized she couldn't breathe through her mouth due to the duct tape plastered over it.

This realization made her heartbeat go through the roof, allowing blood to energize her crippled body. Trying to relax herself, she slowly opened her eyes, only to come face to face with a dark maroon colored wall. She became more awake as she began to study the wall in front of her that seemed to have rips and stains all over it. She then began to feel a burning sensation around her wrists and ankles from what felt to be a prickly dry rope tied tightly against them. She could feel blood and tears stained on her face and in her hair that had been sticking to the sides of her face and neck.

"Aghh stop! Get away from me!" the desperate words were suddenly clear to Eilish, and so was the voice that it had come from. Victoria.

Eilish became aware that there was more then one presence in the room, or wherever she was. She tilted her aching neck up as much as she could to see a dim light against the wall where a bunch of shadows had been moving. Frozen in fear, she continued to listen.

"Aww come on honey I promise ya' I don't bite too hard."a scruffy male voice growled. It was soon followed by a bunch of laughter, from what Eilish could only make out as three other people…men. She could hear Victoria whimpering, and breathing deeply.

"Eilish!" Victoria seemed to screech through sobs, "Please wake up! I n-need yo-." Only crying could be heard afterwards.

"Sorry baby but it looks like your friend won't be wakin' up fer a while-." Eilish froze as she felt a presence come close, breathing heavily.

"I stand corrected." Before she knew it she felt two strong hands grab her harshly, bringing her limp body to her feet.

The man's arms wrapped around her body, turning her to face the rest of the room where she saw one man sitting at a worn out circular table staring at a small TV, two other men surround a small red couch, and Victoria sitting on it. Eilish groaned through the duct tape as the man who grabbed her started to drag her towards the couch. Above the couch was a small window, where yellow dusty blinds fell crooked over it. She was then thrown against the couch, where her duct tape was suddenly ripped off, sucking in her lips to the burning and stinging sensation over her mouth. She then looked over to Victoria who looked a mess. Her hair was matted, her makeup smudged under her eyes from the tears that continued to flow over her dirty cheeks. Her lip and been busted, and there were long scraped under her forearms which weren't bound together. What the hell happened to you? Eilish couldn't help but think. What the hell happened to us? Their eyes met desperately, yet both seemed too exhausted to physically acknowledge each other.

Eilish soon turned towards the three men towering over them, all of them with sickening smiles plastered on their faces. The man who had grabbed Eilish was hefty, wearing torn up jeans and a white wife beater, which couldn't suit him any better. His black hair was shaved, and missing in the front, along with one of his teeth. He wore a gold watch, his arms crossed with a few scars on both and a long tattoo sleeve, which a long dragon had stuck out. The two other men both wore dirty tan slacks with light colored work shirts, the man standing closest to Victoria had a red tie draped around his neck, dark black hair tied back into a ponytail, while the other man seemed to have no hair at all. Both were taller and fitter then the other one.

"Ya see honey? Don't you feel better now that your little friend can watch?" the man with no hair said, pressing his palm against Eilish's forehead, pushing her head back roughly. Eilish pulled her head away from his hand, scowling up at him. The man with the wife beater curled his fingers under her chin.

"I don't know Vinny she's too pretty to exclude."

"Fuck off!" Eilish snapped, fighting against her hoarse voice that felt like sandpaper.

"Ohh would ya look at that, kitty's got claws." The bald headed man purred at her, causing the men to laugh. He then rubbed his chin in confusion, and then snapped out of it reaching down to his belt and unbuckling it.

"Sorry, s'just wondering who was gon' enjoy this more." He smiled sickeningly towards Victoria whose tears continued to stream down her cheeks.

"No!" she began to sob, pushing herself against the couch, "No!"

The man then forced his weight on top of her, but before he could do anything else Eilish was able to kick him in the side of his ribs, only for both of them to shout out in pain, only to remember falling on her ankle earlier. Then it hit her. They took us…he took us. The man growled, gaining his strength back from the blow. He turned angrily towards Eilish, leaning his face close to hers.

"Listen you stupid bitch!" he grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

"Boys, boys, boys…" the voice could have stopped traffic. Everything in the room seemed to stop; Eilish was convinced time did as well. She began to breathe heavily watching as the man who had grabbed her slowly let go, giving her an angry sneer as he backed away, giving her a clear view of the man who had been behind all of this. The Joker.

He had been leaning casually against the dark maroon wall, looking even more petrifying then she had remembered him being before. He had been wearing the same thing she remembered him wearing in the jail cell she thought had been years ago. His dark purple pencil striped pants could hardly be seen in the dark lighting, but his green vest could be spotted anywhere. The best covered a blue and white patterned shirt underneath that had been rolled up to the elbows. The purple leather gloves wrapped around his long bony fingers were smudged with his perfectly applied clown makeup that could haunt anyone. A strand of his greasy green hair fell over his dark eyes that seemed to be staring directly at Eilish.

"What's ah..goin' on hmm?" he pulled himself away from the wall, stuffing one of his hands into his pockets. "Porn no good these days huh?" his tongue slid over his bottom lip where his eyes soon met Victoria's. The bald man ran his hand over his head, half smiling.

"We were only havin' some good clean fun boss." His fingers then grabbed Eilish's jaw once more, lifting her chin up. "Isn't that right?" before the man could turn around the sound of a gun being cocked rang through his ear. The Joker had pressed the barrel against the back of the man's head, the fear in his eyes could only remind Eilish of what she had seen in Victoria's.

"If you just wanted to have some..fun, I would have given you a knife, and the neighbor's cat." He grinned sickeningly to himself. His dark eyes then met with Eilish's again.

"Then again…they do seem just as fun don't they hmm?" his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. "I may just have to ah…take one," he growled, grabbing Eilish's arm and pulling her off the couch, "for myself."

"Leave her alone!" Victoria shouted at him. Eilish could only stand there in pain, too tired to even think of doing anything else.

"As you were." The Joker sneered at his thugs, leaving Victoria to the mercy of them. She began to scream, alarming Eilish.

"Don't touch her!" Eilish screeched as the Joker began to drag her away while she struggled against his hold. The last thing she could see before being pulled around a corner into a hallway was the same bald man pulling something out of his pocket. As she turned the corner she could only hear the cries and screams of her friend.

Short I know, but I wanted to get something up today and I knew if I wrote anymore it wouldn't be that good. Review please! I always respond to reviews/favorites because you guys are doing me a huge favor! Next Chapter will probably be up Monday or Tuesday.