Madness Is The Key

Chapter 10 - Staying Alive

Since my last encounter with Joker, I had lost all track of time. I didn't know if it was day or night. Nor did I know for how long I have been tied to this chair. My stomach has already started to eat itself and I'm wondering if he's just going to let me starve to death. 

A cruel death, but fitting for a monster like Joker. 

The feeling in my arms is long gone and the tears on my face have dried completely by now. I've spent the past, god knows how long, convincing myself that everything is going to be alright. Elena and Bruce are already looking for me but I'm also aware that it doesn't matter even if the whole City is on the lookout for me, if I cannot survive this. 

Death was always a funny thing to me. Nothing more but a word. When my parents died I felt nothing. Okay maybe nothing is the wrong word, maybe I did feel a slight relief but the world kept on functioning. The truth is, I am deadly afraid of my own death. Although I know it's natural when you're not allowed to live the way that you want to live. When every step and every decision in your life is forced upon you by other people and you have no idea who you are, then death is the scariest thing you can imagine, because the years of your life have been wasted, as you just await your ending without ever truly feeling alive. 

I'm ripped from my thoughts as footprints can be heard from afar. The door opens and the light is turned back on as Steven stands before me. "I knew the clown was fuckng nuts, but hey at least he took a pretty bitch. Feeling lonely, Princess?" He slurs. His alcoholic breath hit my nose. 

"Please" I try nonetheless, but my voice is failing because my throat is almost dried out. "Please help me. This is all a big misunderstanding." But Steven just keeps on staring me up and down.

He silences me by placing his hand over my mouth and I have to fight with myself not to puke my guts out. "Shit, how old are you? Are you even 18 yet? Fuck, I haven't had a proper fuck in so long ... I'm sure the clown won't mind if I take a test drive for myself." 

'No!' I bite down as hard as possible on his hand making him scream out in pain and before I knew it he slapped me across the face making me fall backward with the chair. 

Luckily this time the rope starts to come loose and I'm able to struggle myself free. Crawling away from the drunken goon I take off running towards the door that he left open, but before I can even reach it, Steven pulls me back. "You little cunt!" screaming while he climbs on top of me ripping my tank top apart, exposing my black bra. 

I screamed and cried the whole time wondering if anyone could even hear me. If anyone even cared that I was about to get raped. One thing was for sure, I wasn't going to go down without a fight. Struggling against him, not giving him the chance to grab my arms I managed to headbut him and then scratch him across his left eye even drawing some blood in the proccess. 

But my upper hand was only short-lived when Steven punches me across my jaw. I can only lie there in a daze for a few seconds hearing him undo his belt. Feeling his hands going up to my shorts, slowly pulling them... 'BANG!'

I scream and cry in fear as the sound shallows through the room. I open my eyes and look at my body to find no bullet and no blood, but once I look towards my legs I see Steven lying there with a hole in his head. 

Breathing heavily I dare to lift my eyes towards the door where Joker is standing in the doorway still holding his gun in mid-air. His head cocked to one side, starring daggers into Steven's lifeless body. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to move or not because the furious look in his eyes is so unpredictable. Just a moment later though his mood changes completely as he casually tucks his gun away. It seems that it is only now that Joker even realizes that I'm on the floor. 

"Logan-ah, boy!"

A second man appears in the doorway and I recognize him as the one who I first saw when I was allowed to have some water. He looks surprised to see Steven dead next to my feet. "Yes, Sir?"