Jacquline's P.O.V
I woke up to a bad back ache. I tried to sit up but my hands were tired with rope. I was lying in a metal table that was going slightly rusty. I look at the room and notice all the walls were covered in knives, guns, whips and more harmful weapons. Seeing these sights made my skin crawl. I couldn't move and that scared me.
I hear a shuffle in the shadowed corner of the room.
"Who's there? Please help me!" I called, squinting my eyes to the figure until he stepped out of the shadows.
The Joker's pale white chest was hard showing off all his tattoos which I found...fascinating. His green hair was shoved back messily and he had some black sweats on.
"Don't worry Doll, it's only lil' ol' me" he laughed and looked at my struggles of escape.
"Please let me go" I whimper, a few tears running down my face.
"No no no! Don't cry, am I that scary?" Joker suddenly rushes towards me and does his famous Cheshire cat smile.
I nod my head yes.
"Are you gonna kill me Mista J?" I whimper, the pet name slipping out.
"Mista J? I like it! And oh sweetie, I'm not gonna kill ya, I'm just gonna hurt ya really, really bad" he said dramtically and pulled a pair of electric shockers in his hand. They reminded me of a dephilbulator.
Suddenly I feel my body go limp and shame violently as the electricity filled it. I refused to scream. I cried but I didn't make a sound. I willed myself not to. I bit my lip and cheek so hard that I tasted blood.
He growled obviously getting annoyed and through the shockers at the wall. He suddenly grabbed a knife and cut my arms and legs and my stomach. I still refused to scream until I felt myself go dizzy and everything went black.
