Candy's Sweet Tooth

The Beginning

'Daddy! Daddy where are you?' a sweet little voice called.

There was no reply, so she ran to the basement door. She knew the rules- don't open the door if daddy's working. But this is important- there's a mouse caught in a mouse trap! I gotta help it!

So she put her hand on the dented gold doorknob, and twisted it. She crept quietly down the stairs, hand sliding down the banister.

She pulled the lollipop out of her mouth and called softly for her father. 'Daddy?'

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she froze. There was a maniacal chortle running through the basement, sending chills down her spine. She pressed herself against the wall, and poked her head out from the shadows. Although she couldn't see anything clearly, she could see her father holding some kind of control in his hand.

She squinted and leaned forward, trying to see what was on the metal table, and her foot kicked a stray brick. She gasped, and quickly pressed herself back against the wall. The lollipop held tightly between her teeth, she leaned around the corner again and came face to face with a terrifying expression.

She threw her arms around her father's neck, pulling the lollipop out of her mouth. 'Daddy! What were you doi-' she looked around him, and saw a human figure on the table. 'Were you painting another sculpture?'

Her father pulled her back as she put the lollipop back in her mouth. 'No, dove. Come here and I'll show you.'

Her nerves shook slightly as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the table. At the last second, he snatched her shoulders and pushed her close. The human figure breathed deeply, and she screamed. She tried to get away from her father, shaking him off.

'Daddy, please! Let me go,' she begged, trying to spin away from his tight grasp.

He held on tight. 'I warned you not to come down here when I'm working!' He growled. 'This is what I do to people who don't listen.'

Tears ran down her cheeks, and her father spun her around. 'As a punishment, you will help me.'

'No,' she sobbed.

'Or else you'll be on this table, dove.'

She was only 8 when her father caught her, and for 2 entire years, he forced her to help him get back at the horrid politicians in New York City. She hated him more every day, or at least... until the 100th day. Whenever she disobeyed him, she became his victim. It became routine, and no longer bothered her- that was love. But on the 730th day, there was a young boy- the mayor's son.

'Daddy, I can't!' she pleaded, but the girl's father was having none of it.

This particular day, her father received a call from his partner and left the room. At ten years old, she had never had to make a harder decision. She looked up the stairs, bit her lip, and freed the boy.

'Run! Go! Don't stop,' she screamed, pushing him out the door.

'What about you?' he cried as he ran.

'GO!'

She knew what staying meant, but after the horrid things her father had done, the pain became less and less. She grew used to expecting it, but it did still hurt. The pain that was less was her mental pain over the fact that it was her father being the one behind her injuries.

As she ran back to the basement, her father grabbed her wrist. 'Big mistake, dove.'

A few hours later, the girl's father pulled up in Gotham outside of it's well-known Arkham Asylum. He carried his now unconscious little girl up to the door, and knocked.