A dog chasing cars

Chapter 2

(Italics are what her non dominant personality is saying in the back of her head. Aka, what the 'Voices' are saying to her. Do you think that the voices will drive her insane? Or will the joker?)

He demanded where to drive and I drove. The knife nearly cut through my flesh numerous times, I was on the verge of throwing up, and I'm pretty sure he was enjoying seeing me in such discomfort.

Seems like you enjoy it too.

"Turn left sweet cheeks." He said while licking his lips, which He did a lot. He bit them and licked them constantly. It must be those scars. However, I will admit that he is incredibly handsome. I wouldn't mind biting his lip.

Don't get too ahead of yourself. He's still kidnapping you.

My head was starting to hurt from me taking such shallow breaths. In a matter of seconds I slipped away to total darkness. Not before hearing Joker say "night, night" while taking the wheel.
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I woke up from my sudden slumber laying in a large bed. The room was dark and presumably had black out curtains. The sheets felt of satin and a soft fur throw was laying over me. I look around more to try and find a light source. I spot a lamp on the night stand and reach to turn it on. The light immediately covers every inch of the room and I spot him. He sat in the corner, on a chair- just watching me.

"Took you long enough to wake up." He rolls his eyes.

"It's your fault it even happened." I mutter.

" ex-cuuuse me?" He stands up and walks towards the bed. "You should feel lucky that i didn't kill you in your sleep." His pointer finger and thumb squeeze my cheek harshly.

"Sorry Mister." I mumble, feeling uncomfortable saying his real name.

"Mister j, Joker, or Daddy to you." He laughs before walking out, and leaving me alone in the dark room. What he said further wedged the possibly of getting raped into my head. I'm now almost certain it will happen.

I almost get up to leave but the door is locked. It appears that my ass is to be planted on this bed for a while. Might as well explore the foreign room.

The dark colored room was relatively empty, except for a notepad and pen, a small switchblade, and a half eaten bagel. I am pretty hungry...

The switchblade

Should I use the switchblade? On him? He would without a doubt kill me, but then again he probably will do that anyways.

My first instinct is to hide under the bed but maybe I should be gutsy and hide behind the door.
It would be a hell of a lot easier to kill the guy if I didn't have to shimmy myself out from under the bed first.

Door it is. Smart choice for once.

I crouch  in front of  the heavy black door and put my ear to the wall, attempting to hear anything on the other side. I heard some yelling, but most distinctively, I could hear Mister J's laugh. It was so unique. I don't know if I liked it or not.

Of course you like it.

How do I get him to come in here? Scream? Bang in the door?

How about both.

Both it is. I begin to scream at the top of my lungs and bang violently on the door. My tightly fisted hands begin to bleed.

Heavy footsteps quickly approach the door and I get into position.

The door swings open and a man walks in. He has tattoos everywhere, including his bald head.

I run up behind the relatively short man and hold the knife to his neck. He grabs my hand but it's too late. I already pulled the sharp blade across his stubbled skin. The now lifeless body falls to the ground.