I am not a good person. I never was. So why are you expecting me to act like I am?
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Being different was never something Evangeline chose... Born with a gift some would deem valuable she goes to great length...
I drifted in and out of consciousness for what felt like hours. After electrocuting me he really went to town with the whole torture thing as started slicing my skin with various hot knives until I passed out from the pain. Coming back to reality I knew there was no one in the room and I wasn't strapped down anymore. Could I escape? Slowly and gently I sat up. Taking care not to reopen any scabbed wounds, I swung my legs over the side of the table and stood up. The second my bare feet hit the cold concrete floor, I was hit by a wave of pain and nausea. Come on Eva you need to move before he comes back! Steadying myself I picked up one of the blood stained knives the joker had used on me and crept toward the door.
Turning the door handle as quietly as I could I poked me head through the gap... It lead into some form of study, taking a breath I stepped completely into the room which was plain with the exception of a chair and desk which had scattered papers and whisky glass on it.
"I thought you'd never wake up." The joker's voice sang out as he stepped into the room closing the door behind him.I pointed the knife at him.
"Stay the hell away from me you psycho!" I spat tightening my grip on the knife. He took a few steps forward. "I'll kill you I swear!" I flinched as he closed the distance, the tip of the blade touching his throat.
"Go on then." His eyes boring into mine as he pushed his throat against the blade again, just enough to draw blood. I held it there. An eternity seemed to pass as I made my decision. I can't do it. "I didn't think so." He sneered slapping the blade out of my hand. It clattered to the floor leaving the room in an awkward silence. "Follow me and don't even think about running because I'll put a bullet in your skull." With that he turned and walked out of the room without even checking to see if I had followed. I did.
He stopped abruptly outside of another door making me trip over my own feet to avoid crashing into his back. "This room is yours..." He looked me up and down his eyes lingering on my cleavage for a second longer than necessary. "You've got 20 minutes. If your not changed by then you'll be eating dinner naked." Then he left. I quickly made my way into the room and closed the door behind me. The bedroom itself was rather plain, white walls, white bed, white wardrobe and a white nightstand. Great taste in style... Remembering his warning I wasted no time in peeling of my dress which was torn and stained with blood, and stepping into the shower. After I got over the initial sting the water had on my cuts a quickly washed away the blood and dirt and used the shampoo and conditioner that was on the shelf to wash my hair. Stepping back into the room I headed over to the wardrobe, I opened it to find more clothes than I'd expected and even lingerie...creep. I thought as I decided on black jeans, a tank top and a cardigan with the black flats that were in the bottom of the wardrobe. Not knowing to do next I sat on the bed and waited for his men to come get me. I was confused. First you kidnap me, then you torture me and now you want me to join you for dinner? There was a knock at the door, I figured that was my cue and opened it to one of the joker's henchmen who only motioned for me to follow...
A bit of a longer chapter I think, anyway I went to see the suicide squad the other day and it was pretty awesome but where was the joker?? It was pretty annoying that he only had like three or four scenes😡😡 anyway as always tell me what you guys think xx
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