Riiing. Riiing.

I woke up to the obnoxious noise that Joker called my Alarm as I looked towards the TV knowingly.

 I moved over to the edge of the bed, my feet dangling off it as I waited for him to talk. He was shirtless as always and seemed more layed back today as he leaned back, running a hand through his hair, a habit that I had known him to do.

"Mornin' Dollface. Don't you think you should put a little clothes on?"

I went red looking down at myself as I remembered that the night before, I had decided to sleep only in my shirt and undergarments because I was too hot. I didn't cover myself, though, as I decided to test my limits with him.

"What don't like what you see, Mistah J?"

His smirk widened as he looked me over through whatever device he used to see me.

"Oh, I like it just fine."

I got up walking over to my pants and I pulled them on, zippering them up.

"I live for your displeasure."

He just laughed and informed me that he would be making breakfast soon, as the TV turned to static before going completely black. I Quickly grabbed a new outfit and ran into the bathroom slipping it on as I laughed and shook my head thinking of everything.

"You're getting too comfortable around him."

I whispered to myself as I walked out of my room and into the hallway thinking of all the events. It had only been about 8 days since he kidnapped me and I was talking to him like he was my best friend, not to mention, the kisses. I shook my head, I cant be falling for him, I'm not some stupid girl that is going to fall for his little tricks and get caught in his web.

Before I knew it, I was in the kitchen leaning against the doorframe as I looked at the joker who was rummaging through his refrigerator. He had yet to notice me as he grabbed eggs and bacon, putting them on the counter.

"I'm a vegetarian."

He jumped slightly as he looked over at me grinning. I looked him over finally getting a good look at all his tattoos as he stood there, leaning against the counter. 

"You've been eating meat for days doll, I think it's a little too late for that."

I scowled as I thought of the dead animals that were most likely still digesting in my stomach and started to feel nauseous. I sighed however just leaving the kitchen as I heard the joker's maniacal laughter fill the room.

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I sat in my bed, thinking deeply once again and going over what I knew truly about the joker. I realized though that I knew nothing about him except that he thought of himself of a monster, which he was, but I didn't even know if that was true. Not to mention why he seemed to get so tense whenever I asked about Harley or her room. What was she to him? 

I got up, I needed to settle this once and for all, I had to go back into the room.

I walked down the halls, biting my lip as the red door came into view, the golden locket shining in the dim lighting of this old manor. I breathed in deeply as I held onto the handle swinging it open. But as soon as the door was open, I regretted even coming.

The joker was sat at the desk that I had seen before, Only now it had been moved to the middle of the room and there were items and papers scattered all over and around it. He sat there, playing with something in his hand. I tried to see what it was and it seemed to be some type of small machine with a sharp needle like point. 

I stood there staring at him, like a deer in headlights, debating if I should just turn around and run since it didn't seem like he had noticed me yet. But when I finally did start to move back, closing the door with me, he let out a grunt and with the flick of his wrist, he threw a scalpel at me.

I gulped, clenching my teeth and eyeing the sharp medical tool, that was stuck only inches away from my face in the red door. 

My attention was diverted, however, when I heard him start to chuckle. It wasn't his normal chuckle, no, this was the maniacal laughter that had filled the room while I was stuck on a surgeon's table, being electrocuted by the man himself. I stared at him as he set down whatever had been in his hand, standing up, but not looking at me.

"You never do listen, do you Autumn? hahaHaHAHAHA I guess I'll just have to fix that."

I shivered, knowing he was mad as the laughter grew louder and more insane. I could run but I knew the chances of me getting away were slim and the consequences would be worth than death itself.

I watched as his head slowly turned to me, his insanity finally showing, as he started to walk towards me. I didn't know what to do, so I grabbed the scalpel and when he was close enough I stabbed him in the shoulder.

He didn't like that, no, not. one. bit. He only groaned as he grabbed me by the wrist pulling me close as he slowly pulled the small knife out of himself, blood streaming down his pale body.

"Do you want to know how I got these scars?"

His voice was deep and hushed as he held the scalpel to my shoulder and then it started, the pain. He pushed the scalpel into me, before pulling it through my skin. I cried out as I felt the knife tearing away at my flesh.

He looked me over as he chose new areas to dig his knife into, not caring about my clothing as he simply cut right through them, tearing my skin and leaving me a bloody mess. 

I started to feel dizzy as I wobbled slightly.

The joker noticed as he steadied me before throwing me over his shoulder. I shook my head crying as we headed towards the room I knew all too well, begging him to just stop, promising that I would never go back. 

He just laughed, that insane laugh as he set me on the cold surgical counter. I hissed at the coldness hitting the open cuts and he pulled off the remaining shreds of cloth that I had once called my clothing.

"There's nothing better than putting salt in the wounds, wouldn't you say dollface. HAHAHA"

I opened my eyes as I watched him go through one of the many cupboards in the room, finally finding what he wanted. I bit my lip as he brought the white liquid over to me, a grin on his face and his eyes glazed over with insanity.

"Now, this will only hurt.... a lot HAHAHAHAHAHA"

He laughed loudly as he unscrewed the cap on the glass bottle, before pouring it on one of my wounds. As soon as it hit the surface, I screamed out in pain, which was only met with his maniacal laughter. 

He went slowly, savoring the screams I let out every time he would pour it on a different wound. It felt like hours would pass as I watched him choose another cut on my body, which now looked like a torn and stained rag doll.

He continued to poor the liquid onto me as I started to slip from reality, still awake, but not quite there. The pain started to feel like small jolts of electricity as I smiled slightly, liking the small tingly feelings on my body.

I shook my head still in my right mind to realize this wasn't right as I seemed to be pulled back into my own brain and back to reality. The green haired man was above me smiling and I felt tired from the immense pain, mental and physical, in which he had put me through.

"Everyones a little insane my dear, you just need to accept it. hahahahAhAHAHAHA"

His words seemed to bounce around my head as his laughter filled the small room. I felt dizzy and then slowly darkness took over my vision as I passed out, pain rushing through my body.

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