Would You Live For Me

Chapter 2

    I woke up feeling dizzy. Everything around me was dark. The room had a bar near the corner and a television and a two-step staircase leading towards the door. I was on the floor with my hands cuffed together. Where was I?

    "Maya. Maya Smith. You..... you have been snooping at things that you shouldnt have been snooping on." The Joker. He was right in front of me. Curiosity filled my mind as he looked more than pissed at me.

    "How did you know?" He laughed and laughed and I watched him as he did. I should be scared yet, I'm almost in awe. He stopped laughing and walked towards me. Sitting down in front of me.

    "How did I know? How did I know. Oh how I knew. I knew the whole time. Simply because you don't cover your tracks. Simply because you, Miss Smith, have no idea who my henchman are in order to know that the man across from you works for me. And when my guys see someone taking pictures of me, they tell me. So, the question shouldn't be how did I know. The question is why are you doing this?" Now I was scared. He was in my face with his guys behind him, assault rifles in hand. Every muscle in my body clenched and I started to have a very dry mouth. I could very much die tonight.

    "Y-You fascinate me." My words were strong yet shaky. I was trying to show I wasn't scared. To my best efforts, I think I failed. However, he leaned back and nodded. I was confused as he stood up and looked down at me.

    "Very well then. If I fascinate you, Doll, then take a look into my life." I was scared as one of his men came and untied me. "However, this is a task that could get you killed. If you weren't in the hands of me I would say. So, Miss Smith, being that you won't die on my watch, would you live for me?" I was shocked. I hadn't known what to say. Living was what he wanted me to do. For him? Well, this would be risky. I had a life and things to do, a family to love. Fear and adrenaline engulfed me. I was looking at the man I devoted my life to. Raising my head up, I nodded.

    "Well, won't this just be fun. Follow me." I did as he said and he lead me down a spiral staircase. It got colder and colder as we went down. It wasn't long before we were in a basement. Things were very neat and organized. Probably the cleanest room I have ever seen. There was a table and all type of knifes and scalpels and other equipment around it. Drawers and a sink were on the wall.

    He nodded for me to sit on the table and out of fear of disobeying him, I did. He was whistling and looked at me. Smiling and taking in my fit build. I was very uncomfortable with the looks of almost lust were in his eyes.

    "What are you going to do to me?" He stayed silent but raised his eyebrows and smiled as he picked up a tattoo machine.

    "I am going to let everyone know that you are mine. This will be so much fun." The way he said it sent shivers down my spine. I was terrified.

    He lifted the machine to my face and right under my eye he began drawing. The pain shocked me as I winced and held onto his arm tightly. A smile was slowly creeping up the his lips at the touch and pain he was calling me. When he finished with my face, he nodded, approving his artwork. The Joker spun a mirror around to where it faced me and I gasped at what he had done. A little "J" looking just the way his does was now under my right eye. I liked it. The new tattoo made me feel badass and the fact that he has done this to make it known that I am his, was actually very enticing.

   "Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Let's do more!" The fact that I am letting him do this is shocking me. He seems to be perfectly fine, not at all fazed by the fact that I have let him dominate my whole existence. On his arm was a bruins where I had such a hard grip from the pain. Reaching up and looking into his eyes as he worked his next artwork on my chest, I rubbed it. He glanced towards me and winked. Why was this man so sexy and intimidating? It was confusing the hell out of me.

    By the time he was done, I had tears dried on my face. He left me to do whatever, which kind of pissed me off. There was a mirror at the other side of the room so I walked to it, leaving my shirt on the table to see everything he had done. On my chest was a skull. Then there were some words saying "All mine" and "ha ha ha." My arms had all kinds of music notes and cards and even his name. Looking at myself, I couldn't help but love what it turned out to look like.

Then I heard a gun being shot upstairs.