Breaking Point

Chapter 6

Harley awoke with a start to find herself immobilized. She glanced down to her arms and found they were bound at the wrists in brown leather straps and found that to be the same with her ankles. She tried to lift her head but to no avail, because her forehead was also confined to the table with the same brown leather. Harley took in her surroundings. Above her was a single blazing light, the ceiling behind it, gray and cold. From her immobilized state, she could hardly glimpse the walls, only well enough to see that they were also gray but not as dark a shade.

'This must be the far basement of J's compound,' Harley thought. She knew that J would be coming to her shortly to torture her, to mold her, into Harley Quinn. She paused in her thoughts as she heard light footsteps approaching her. The noise stopped a few feet away from her, but she couldn't see who it was, although she already had an idea.

"Mistah J, is that you?" Harley asked, her Brooklyn accent hard. Her question was answered by the appearance of familiar green and white alabaster skin, marked with numerous tattoos.

"Hello, Harley," Joker purred, his grill fishing off the light. "Are you ready to play?" Joker asked, showing himself in more detail to Harley. His shirt was gone, showing his carved chest filled with tattoos and muscle. The same alabaster white skin that adorned his face and arms was also covering his chest. Harley lusted for Joker, wanting nothing more than to rip herself from the table and be by his side, trailing her hands along his finely toned abdomen.

"Yes, Mistah J. I'm ready," Harley answered, trying to prep herself for the pain to come. Joker reached to a tray on the table next to Harley and grabbed a piece of brown leather and forced it into Harley's mouth. "You're gonna wanna bite down on this. Plus I don't want to ruin those perfect porcelain cat teeth," Joker stated. Harley took a deep breath, the last one she knew she'd get for a while. She closed her eyes and when she opened them, Joker was standing above her, holding two spark plugs, one in each hand. They weren't the conventional ones though, these ones were medical grade, "made to restart your heart", spark plugs.

'Shit' Harley though as Joker smiled down at her and began to move the plus closer to her temples. After mere seconds, the plugs hovered mere centimeters away and Harley was panting in fear and anticipation. She locked eyes with Joker, and his eyes betrayed no emotion beside excitement and blood lust.

At first Harley felt nothing when the spark plugs hit her temples. However, that was only because the pain was so blinding. After a few seconds, white hot pain splintered throughout her whole body. Harley screamed, biting on the leather in her mouth. She squeezed her hands into fists so hard, her nails cut into her flesh, causing blood to trickle from her hands. Harley continued to scream and scream and scream in agonizing pain. Eventually, the pain stopped and Harley could regain some breath.

"Who are you?" demanded a voice. She knew who that voice was, she just couldn't pin a name to it.
"Harleen Quinzel," she replied.
"NO!" the voice boomed back, "you are Harley Quinn!" Harley heard something metallic being picked up and again the pain to her temples began. This time the pain wasn't only blinding but maddening. Harley screamed and pulled at her restraints and blood began to pour from her nose. After minutes of pain, her screams died off to be replaced with small fits of laughter. But the pain kept coming.

'I am Harleen Quinzel,' she thought, but that statement confused her. 'I work at Arkham Asylum,' but that also confused her. Still the pain kept coming. There were no longer breaks of rest for her, just continuous, piercing pain. 'I am Harleen Quinn,' she thought. She knew that part of what she said was true but some was a fabricated lie. Harley desperately wanted to find the truth amidst the lies.

'I work for the Arkham Joker.' Harley giggled. A maniacal, crazy giggle. One that would never have belonged to the former Harleen Quinzel.
And still, the pain kept coming. She felt her whole body scream at the blinding pain from her temples. 'I am Harley Quinzel,' she thought. Harley knew that that was closer to the truth but not yet there. 'I work for the Joker Asylum,' she again thought. Harley screamed. Not a scream of pain, despite all the pain she felt, but of frustration. Harley wanted to find herself again. She was close. She just didn't know where else to turn.