VI - Ground Rules
What did he mean by that? It was weird-- how he was acting. It didn't seem like him but of course I don't really know the guy.
It was still...strange though. He seemed really out of his comfort zone and wore an expression I wasn't familiar with. He looked nothing like the Joker they display on the news or in pictures. It was as if a different person was in front of me. Maybe there was a side of Joker no one really sees except for behind closed doors; maybe that's the Joker Harley fell for.
I shook my head and huffed, driving away the stupid thoughts. It was silly to think that he had such...feelings. He didn't care how he affected others-- he only did what he wanted and that was that. The Joker was a selfish and insensitive man, nothing more.
I sat up on my bed and tucked my knees under my chin wrapping my long arms around them. I anxiously bit the inside of my lip as I pondered over the Joker and my current situation. I wasn't entirely sure what I was anxious about but I couldn't help but feel restless ever since his small visit. He said he'd come back later; he said he had something for me.
I sure hope it's pizza.
❌❌❌ Time Skip ❌❌❌
A sharp rap on the door jolted me from my light slumber and I stumbled off the bed blindly. "Huh?" I groaned.
My senses weren't entirely on point and I forgot the current situation so I was relatively calm. Funny how when you wake you always seem to think you're home-- someplace safe. It must be some sort of psychological defense or something. It's as if the brain thinks that denying the truth will keep you going. It could work for some people I guess.
I hated it though; I want to know with what I'm dealing with. I like to be alert and ready.
With a click the door pushed open and my eyes snapped open, becoming fully alert. My stomach clenched with fear as I saw the strange room and my heart sunk with sadness when I realized I was still taken hostage by the Joker-- it wasn't a nightmare after all. I cursed my brain for the false hope and growled.
"Whaaaaaaat?" I whined as I sprawled across the bed. My joints complained and my back made a satisfying pop as I rolled onto my back and sat up.
"Good you're awake! Last time I knocked the only response I got was your obnoxiously loud snoring. You may be beautiful but I can't say much for the way you sleep. Good God girl, you are as loud as a train!" He exclaimed walking rolling his eyes. This time he carried in something with him and it smelled...amazing. It smelled an awful lot like pizza.
My stomach growled with excitement and my mouth watered at the sweet hot aroma. He smirked at this and stood a couple feet in front of me, the bag placed at his feet. The short distance between us was absolutely taunting and unfair. His stance and expression said everything-- if I wanted what was in the bag I was gonna have to do what he asked.
I nearly forgot his insult until he chuckled at me and shook his head. I instantly closed my mouth and tore my eyes away from the heavenly smelling bag at his feet to glare at him. "You're so rude. Was that supposed to flatter me?"
"Would you prefer if I said you sleep like an angel?" He looked a little confused and opened up his hands. A small amount of innocence washed over his face and he shrugged.
"Um no I'd prefer if you didn't say anything to me." I frowned and huffed.
He smirked at this and gave me a sly look as he shook his head. "Aw, c'mon darling you know that's a lie."
My gut twisted with an odd feeling when he gave me that look and I had to pause to allow my drumming heartbeat a chance to recover. I didn't want to show that he had any affect on me so I had to take things slow. The way he looked at me sometimes though gave me a chill right down to the core and it wasn't the kind of chill I'm proud of. I felt ashamed to have any attraction towards him. "Can I get out of here?" I said after a moment through gritted teeth.
"Actually that's what I came to talk about doll face. I think it's time we set some ground rules." He said slowly moving around the bag to sit on the bed. I scooted further away from him.
My brows lifted at what he had said. "Ground rules? Wha-"
He smacked his lips together and growled. "Yes some fucking ground rules."
I rolled my eyes and ignored him. Fuck him and his ground rules. "What's in the bag?" I asked hoping he would just give it to me now. I was so hungry.
"Pizza! Buuuuut you have to listen to what I have to say first AND you have to agree to follow my rules." He said sternly.
"Okay okay fine. What's the rules?"
"First is I want your respect. You need to treat me with more kindness Elizabeth. Stop calling me freak, asshole, bitch and all those colorful words you love. As much as I love the way your mouth moves when you say it I do not tolerate being called that." He said lowly, his tone husky and very very delicious.
I grimaced and tried to ignore what he said about my mouth. It seemed the more I was around him though, the more I felt that suggestive chill or heat rip through my body; it was humiliating to me. I didn't want to feel any sort of attraction towards him. I felt like I was failing myself. "Done." I said in a clipped tone.
"Second, try things. I'm not going to buy you this filthy peasant shit everyday."
"You're joking."
"Also there will be no leaving the house unless you're with me and no contacting others. If you need something find me, don't talk to the other boys. I will find out."
"Do I get some ground rules here!?! Like damn seriously?"
"Woah calm down! I'm the boss here. You don't get to make the ru-"
"Glad you're listening. I want free access to the bathroom whenever and I want my own shampoo and conditioner. I want Netflix and movies. I also want a dog and some clothes-"
"A dog? What the fuck?!"
"Sh! Stop interrupting!"
"I'm not-"
"Sh!"
"DEAR FUCKING-"
"Quiet!"
"Woman! Stop telling me what to do! No! No dogs! You may have the bathroom, some more clothes and other shit but you don't get a dog. That's just fucking crazy."
"You're fucking crazy. What's the problem? I've always wanted a dog." I argued. It wasn't entirely a lie. I have always wanted a dog it just wasn't necessary to make such a big deal of it until now. The only reason I brought it up was to solely push his buttons and annoy him. I thought that maybe if I was a constant nagging, whining, demanding and complaining bitch then he would give up and let me go. And even if he didn't let me go, he better give me all the things I want. I wanted to be spoiled rotten if he's going to keep me here.
"I don't care." He said simply.
"I do get my own shampoo though right?"
"Sure sure."
"But not a dog? You're insane." I said throwing my hands up and shaking my head with disbelief. I wasn't going to stop until he either got me a dog or let me go. I'm not going down easy.
"I've always been insane baby." He laughed with frustration. He's getting pissed. Good...I think, I thought. I was still afraid of getting him too upset.
"Then let me have a dog. You take my freedom and keep me here, you won't let me outside, you won't let me talk to anyone but you. The least you could do is get me a dog to keep me company. I promise I'll be a lot more compliant if you get me a dog." I reasoned.
His eyes shot up to the ceiling briefly as he exhaled loudly. "You're serious about this." He stated with a 'done' expression on his face.
"Yes." I nodded curtly.
He rolled his eyes and looked at me. "Is that all princess?"
"Everything else I want you won't give so yes."
"You're so damn demanding ya know that right? You exhaust me darling. We'll discuss this later."
"Sorry to be such a burden. Maybe you should've thought about that before kidnapping me." I exclaimed rolling my eyes.
"I tend to not do a whole lot of 'thinking before doing' don't I? Hmm...well even if I had know how hard it would be to please you I still would've taken you anyway." He shrugged. He grinned madly at me showing off his blinged up grill or whatever the fuck he had on his teeth.
"Why?" I asked honestly hoping that maybe, just maybe, this time he'll give me the reason.
The smile dropped from his face and his eyes locked onto mine. They didn't waver and were unreadable; I couldn't tell whether he was angry or just thinking. After a moment the corner of his mouth lifted and he chided softly, "Shh. For another time. I ask the questions here, not you."
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did. Feel free to comment, I would love to hear what you think. And if you really enjoyed the chapter-- make the empty star full and happy with a joyful tap or click!
I had a lot of fun writing this one! Elizabeth is a bit bold don't you think? She's still afraid to get him mad but she sure doesn't mind pushing his buttons. I really enjoy their little talks. They're quite entertaining to listen to I think. Tell me what you think! Thanks for reading and stay tuned for the next one ;)
- stay crazy xoxo
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