Part 1
My brain feels like it's been beaten with a frying pan, I moan and even that hurts. It takes a minute, but I force my eyes open and its too light outside. "Dammit," I mutter and lay my head back down burying myself into the sheets. Registering finally, these are not my sheets. I have cotton sheets, these are satiny, I inhaled sharply, and I can smell him. "Damn.".
"Mornin' Honey." I hear softly behind me. I roll toward the noise, but hesitate to open my eyes. I felt his hand across my cheek, "It takes a minute for it to wear off." he chuckled.
I struggle to remember what happened, I woke up went to work, then nothing. "What is it?" I asked. Finally able to open my eyes I see his ghost white face and red lips, I sigh. "Where am I?"
His eyes outlined in black dance merrily over me, then he sits up to the side of the bed. It was a huge bedroom, three doors. Two were open, one bathroom, one closet, and I'm guessing the one closed was out. The room was painted black, other than the bed there was no furniture. The bed was gorgeous, purple satin sheets, with a black diamond pattern overlaying a purple comforter, the floor was a cherry stained floor, but it looked like it'd seen better days. He sat to the corner in a white dress shirt and purple with green pinstripe pants. His smile, never faded just his eyes followed mine as I took it all in.
"Where am I?" I asked more firmly sitting up. I still had all my clothes on, but my shoes were gone.
"My place." He held his arms out, "What do you think?"
I looked at him for a minute trying to comprehend it, "How did we get here?"
"Harley," he tsked, his tone taking that you would talking to a small child. "Harley, I had no choice, I promise if there'd been another, I would have made it."
Instantly I was off the bed, darting for the door, my feet felt like they were in mud, but I was getting out. His arm snatched around my waist throwing me back to the bed. "Now, now, can't be doing that." he warned.
I felt tears falling, "Please, let me go." I whispered. He lay his cheek against mine.
"I can't." He returns just as softly in my ear.
"Why not?" My whole body was trembling now. I was pinned under a murdering crazy ass clown, needless to say I felt more than my taste of fear. I tried to make him move, and he never flinched, just pinning me to the bed, breathing.
"I can't explain right now." he drew back watching me. "Scared?" he grinned.
I nodded, "Terrified."
"Then listen to me and be a good girl and daddy won't have to hurt you." he threatened. His eyes were glossed over in what I pegged as excitement.
"Has any woman ever lived a night with you?" I asked trying to take my mind of it, concentrate on the questions, make him talk.
He smiled then jumped off me, heading to the door. "You'll soon be the first."
I screamed and launched myself at him, but he already slammed the door behind him. I pulled, I kicked, I screamed, but nothing happened. The door wouldn't budge, no one came, and the sedative was wearing me out. I made my way back to the bed, crawling into it and decided to sleep. It was the only comfort I would get at this point.
Part 2
"Knock, Knock?" I singsong.
"Whose there?" she sounds pissed. Oh well, food on the belly will calm her. Probably slept all day anyway, I gave her a much smaller dose of sedative than they gave me, but she was a tiny thing. I laughed and pushed my way in, locking the door behind me.
"Uncle Joker here with something good." I teased, but she just stared with those magnificently furious eyes. "I know you like chinese, everyone does." I held the bag under her nose and she swiped at my hand. She sat down on one side of the bed so I stretched out on the other. "What do you like?" I had gotten one of everything, so there had to be something she would eat.
"I don't know I've never tried it that I know of." she admitted. I jerked her to me, feigning a shocked look.
"Tell me it's not true!" I said, shaking her by the shoulders, she looked ready to let me have it again. "Then this will be a real treat." I grinned letting her go. "Let's get in the floor then, I don't want a mess."
"I'm clean," she smarted.
"Yes, I know, but your going to try everything." I sat everything down in neat rows, then handed her a fork. She sat looking everything over, before picking up some beef noodles. I sighed, jerked them away and handed her sweet and sour chicken.
"I think I'd rather have the noodles," she muttered, but picked a piece out anyway. I watched her eyes light up, and laughed. "It's good." I nodded, then handed her some pressed chicken, then stir fry, and after she'd had at least tasted everything I grabbed the sweet and sour back.
She was a healthy eater, unlike most women. She didn't just take a couple of bites, she was enjoying this little feast as much as I was. I reached into the sack and handed her a Dr. Pepper, pulling out a Mountain Dew for myself. She lifted a brow, but never asked. Here I'd got the doc a dr. and she wasn't going to comment. I chuckled and reached over stealing a bite of the noodles she was holding.
"Fine, but lemme try the chicken again." With that we settled into a comfortable silence. She packed the leftovers back in the bag when we finished and I lit a ciggerrette. "Now what?" she asked. I found her to be pleasantly calm, maybe food did tame the savage beast.
"We get ready for bed." I muttered. Her eyes flashed and she launched herself at me, holding the cig in one hand I tried to hold her back with the other. She was stronger than she looked. "Harley! Harley!" I shouted, but she was ready to fight now. "We are going to sleep! Harley!" I jumped to my feet, straightening my shirt. "What kind of man do you think I am?" She cocked a brow. "Insane chaotic murderous clown?" I asked smiling. She grimaceed. "Well, I am, but I'm not going to touch you. Now get ready for bed, I gotta shower." She hurled herself up under the covers and I went to the bathroom.
Jumping into the shower, I let the water run over me so I had time to think. She'd been fairly quiet, but then she'd been kidnapped too. Not kidnapped exactly, I'd ask her more or less. I grinned, no I'd definetly kidnapped her.
Finally, I slip out into my boxers. Couldn't sleep naked tonight, no that wouldn't do at all. She might turn over and take advantage. I laughed lightly, tiptoeing over not to wake her, but it seemed a futile attempt. The moonlight was reflected in those deep blue pools watching me, so I slipped into bed and turned my back. It would be a long night, I heard her take a broken breath. Yep, long long night.
Part 3
I was bored out of my mind. No, not bored, paranoid. There was nothing to do, but sit and wonder on how he would kill me. He would kill me, there was no debate there. He was at least predictable in that fashion, but this was torture.
He was known to torture his victems, usually more painfully than just locking them in a room, but he wasn't routine either. Would it be tonight? I rubbed my temples throwing myself on to the bed. Would he carve my throat up like he'd hinted at so many times? Would he skin me alive like he did that old man? No, the old man had been a cat lover, there lay the joke. How many ways could you skin a cat. Then there were dozens of doctors and nurses, some strangled with their stethoscopes, some stabbed to death with needles, pens, a fork once. Would he shove pills down my throat? Jerk my arm off to beat me with it? He'd pulled that on a guard once.
The room started to spin so I went to look out the window, not much out there. It was actually lonely for the most part, too high up to see anything, and everything you could see was abandoned. The Narrows? Had to be. I sighed, at least most of his victems were clueless how much imagination this crazy fuck had. I laughed, this was not at all proper. Who the hell cared? I mean if I'm going to die, then who would know my last thoughts anyway? And only he would know my last words, mmm. How many last words did he actually remember?
I thought of using his shower, but quickly quelled that. No, use giving him a opening. It would be like some bad horror movie, and him cackling the whole time talking to 'mommy' like that old Norman Bates movie. I paced the room, I ate leftovers from last night, but then I'd lay down to stare at the ceiling. The closet, held my attention for all of an hour.
He had several dress shirts, mostly green, purple, or black. Dress pants, and curiously one pair of jeans. I couldn't imagine my dear captor wearing jeans, oh no. I giggled. He had several pair of argyle socks piled into a neat little stack on one corner, and a couple of old black shirts. Two coats, one long black, one khaki trench. I checked the pockets of everything, maybe he'd forgotten a gun or knife. I found several packs of matches, which I pocketed for future use, and a napkin. It was folded into his khaki coat, nothing important, I put it back, then investigated the bathroom. It was dirty, but still. There was nothing under the sink, just a comb and toothbrush with crest toothpaste on one side. I moved them to the other, just to see if he'd notice (mind games). Then the shower, looked maintained, there wasn't mold at least. He had a black bottle of shampoo, no label, and one bar of soap. I picked it up and smelled both, the shampoo smelled like him, the soap had a more 'zest' smell clean to it. I dug my nails into it just to be a bitch.
Time slowly inched along, and it finally seemed to get dark. I decided against turning the light on, no use letting anyone know I was up here. Surely he wasn't the only crazy around, didn't need anymore. Shutting my eyes, begging for sleep the door swung wide.
"Turn the damn light on!" he growled. I couldn't make his outline out, and he seemed to be carrying several bags. I didn't move, there was no way I was actually going to assist him killing me! He sit everything down, flicked the light, and turned that godawful grin to me. "Miss me?"
I shrugged, "Like a damn toothache."
He feigned hurt then threw the bags at me, before leaving the room again. I dug through the first bag to find pink pajamas, jeans, socks, and a pink t-shirt. There was even a pair of shoes, some of the cheapies like at the Dollar store, but still they weren't heels. I checked the sizes, and had to smile. Must be pretty damn smart to know those. The next bag had chips, soda (Dr. Pepper, ha ha), pink toothbrush, my favorite honeybar soap, and even my shampoo vanilla dream. I stared at the shampoo, it had to be bought at the beauty shop, and it was actually hard to find. How could he possibly know?
He strolled back in his arms full of a small tv and a plastic bag of movies. I watched him sit it up in one corner. "I know how you like cartoons, doll." he grinned gesturing to the bag before heading to the bathroom. It wasn't like lightening, but I did finally realize the door was wide open.
Carefully I made my way to the door, then as soon as my foot stepped into the hall, I ran. I ran down two corriders, before coming to an open warehouse and several flights of steps. Hitting each one the sound reverberated, and I could barely breath through fear he'd catch me. I turned, and he still wasn't out. Two sets, three set, and finally the last one before hitting concrete. I turned again, he still wasn't out, and then I felt the most frightening thing ever.
I bounced off a solid mass of fat, landing hard on the floor, my elbow caught the most damage. I looked up into the cold eyes of this fat man and felt my heart plunge.
He grinned, showing not only lack of oral hygiene, but flat out intention and I read it. Quickly I scrambled back, but he already had me by the leg. "Come here babe, not leaving already I hope?" he laughed. His hand latched onto my hair and drug me across the floor. I couldn't scream, because I knew what was upstairs, but I couldn't breathe for I knew almost as bad had me.
I counted to ten, breathing trying to center myself. He threw open a door leading to a large denlike area. Tossing me on the couch, he watched me. He was toying with me, Bastard!
"Let me go, I'll show you the best night of your life." I purred. It threw him, obviously. His jaw went slack and his eyes widened.
Then that leer came back, "Why when I can have a good five minutes right now?" I sat up, gripping the couch looking for a weapon.
"What will your boss say?" Please, please let you be one of his. I begged.
"Have a good time while it last," he laughed. "And don't forget to smile." He bent pinning me to the couch. I could smell the rank odor of sweat and felt myself gag, this couldn't be happening to me! "Why don't you give me a smile, baby? Otherwise I think I'll have to give you something to smile about." Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! There was no hope, he was going to rape me one way or another. False hope! Bastard!
My mind raced, finally deciding a plan I smiled. I reached up pulling his face to mine, barely skimming my lips across his lips, his fat freaking chins, and found his neck. Ever so slowly I opened my mouth around his windpipe then bit down. I felt his scream gurgling up, then his fist was yanking out my hair, the other ripping at my body. I refused to let go. We rolled from the couch, I landed hard, but kept my mouth locked.
This couldn't have been long, because he was still alive, but it felt like hours as I fought back the pain he was forcing on my body. I felt him still.
"Let go, Harl'." that gossamer voice wasn't welcomed, but it was to an extent, all I felt was relief. I released the man and he was on his feet howling.
"I'll kill you! I'll fucking make you wish for death when I'm done." He was walking to the other side of the room, and I lost sight of him from the couch. I looked up to meet my angry captor then.
His eyes glittered in the florescent lights, and a small grin touched his face. He pointed, "Don't move." I nodded, fear gripping every muscle after the last encounter. He walked away, but I stayed. I heard a yelp then something land heavily. He killed him! He had killed him! I knew with every fiber of my being that man was dead, I didn't have to look. He killed him. He came around, opening the door. Then turned to me, "Coming?"
The little girl had grit. I'd give her that, but smarts she was lacking. I'd thought she was stupid, before, now I thought she was freaking mental! Where exactly had she planned to go? No protection! No weapons! Little fool! Probably no idea where she was either.
Her eyes glistened, and I figured tears were soon to fall. Good, 'Mozzy' had scared the shit outta her, good. She needed it. Had to kill him, but maybe he woke up her up a little. Didn't do any good to just tell her. People tell you all kinds of things, better just to experience it, learn faster that way.
"How do you know my sizes?" My little shrink sat on the bed as I leaned against the door. She was trying to regain control now, put me in my spot. No, no,no. "My soap? My shampoo?"
I skipped over to her, my hands behind my back, leaned down to whisper, "I'm just that damn good." She growled and I couldn't hold back any longer. My hand met her cheek and the sound reverberated off the walls. She threw herself back, scattering off the bed to the corner. I skipped around to stand over her again. Her cheek had my imprint and was bright red. Tears finally fell from her eyes, I grabbed her chin to force her eye contact. "He could have raped and killed you?"
She looked at me and nodded, I slapped her again. She was pitiful now, starting to bawl. "Shut up." I ground through my teeth. I slapped her harder. She bit her lip watching through waterworks. "You do as I say, when I say." She just stared. "You got me?" She nodded. "Good. I was going to take a bath, but you stink. Take yours first, I even brought a towel earlier." She nodded racing to the bathroom to hide.
I laughed, my little doctor wasn't as brave as she'd thought. No, not in the real world. And this was a harsh cruel world. I lay across the bed, listening as she sobbed. It wasn't the usual feeling of contentment that came over me, but it sure wasn't guilt. I just watched the bathroom door, until finally I heard the shower come on. I reached over grabbing her pajamas out and walked into the bathroom. She gasped and watched me out of the side of the curtain, still too afraid to say anything. I gathered her work clothes up and threw the jammies to the side, then left.
I set the little tv up and popped in the first movie in the bag. Laying back down on the bed I closed my eyes to dwell on my new conundrum. What to do with little Harley? I didn't want to kill her, not yet. She had nearly done in poor Mozzy downstairs, pretending she was interested luring him in, then latching on like a pit bull. I laughed, yes she was still too full of surprises. I had left the door open just to see if she'd run and she had, pure instinct. No thoughts of consequence, this wasn't a good thing. No, it hadn't been a smart thing to do.
I couldn't kill her, not yet. I couldn't just leave her here, I could very possibly die any time. She'd be all alone, and I didn't want her starving, no that was too slow, too harsh, I wouldn't do that to anyone. There was no beauty in the weak and starved, no seen to much of that. I couldn't bring my men here, then they'd know where I was. If one of them were caught, that would be too valuable, couldn't risk that. Couldn't leave her with my men, no, couldn't trust those fools. They were all power hungry, crazy in ways I found pleasure in exposing. No, they'd take advantage of my Harl. Then what could I do? It wasn't often I found myself debating anything let alone what was to be done of my little head shrinker?
Finally she stepped out of the bathroom. She refused to meet my eyes, and I studied her cheek. I'd popped her pretty good, it was already showing signs of bruising, maybe that would remind her. I grinned, jumping up and moved to take my turn in the shower.
"Little Mermaid?" I heard her yell through the door. Well, I had told them to get me something for my baby girl, who knew they'd take it literal, but she did like cartoons. I turned in surprise as the bathroom door opened a crack. "You watch Little Mermaid?" she asked in a strangled laugh.
I jerked my shirt off, pulled the door open to see a smile fighting its way onto her features. "What can I say?" I replied. "Always wanted to skin a fish." Her mouth dropped, but a throaty chuckle forced past her lips before she turned from me. My, my, my whether she realized or not there was a trust beginning to form. This was a interesting little tid bit. I decided to leave the bathroom door open. I told myself it was where I could hear if she tried to leave again, but finally after laying down I had to admit I never saw her peek, such dissappointment.