I felt the cold cement floor even before I was brought back to consciousness. When I was able to open my eyes, I was looking at the inside of a house. Though the place was extremely unfinished. The floor was still cement, the walls were not built completely yet, but there was furniture and a television. When I tried to sit up, I found that I was handcuffed to a metal pole. I jingled the cuffs and was noticed by the Joker and his goons, who were busy loading guns. “Well good morning, Princess,” he greeted. He made his way over to me, and I shrunk back against the pole, as if I could disappear. Of course, I could not. He took notice of my movements. “Oh, so scared of me now? You were so willing to run me through with that little toothpick of yours before.” He laughed and came closer still.
“Go to Hell,” I muttered as he gripped my throat. It was more to hold my face still than to choke me. All it did was make him laugh more.
“I’m counting on it,” he sneered. “But until then, I’ve got some business to take care of. I’ll be back, though, don’t worry.” He cocked the gun in his hand and pressed it against my temple and brought his face close to mine. “Until then, you’re going to be good and not do anything stupid. They have my permission to do whatever they want to you if you don’t,” he threatened, pointing toward two men who sat on the couch, separate from the two loading their weapons. As I got more nervous, my breathing became heavier. The Joker just pushed the gun harder against my head. “Understand, Princess?”
I tried to ignore him, even looked away and shut my eyes. When he took the gun away from my head and shot it at the ceiling was when I nodded after nearly jumping three feet away from him. “Yes,” I whispered, daring to open my eyes again. He was just staring at me with raised brows. Then he nodded and stood up, placing the gun in the side of his jacket.
“Let’s go boys,” he said, leading the way out the door and slamming it shut. I swallowed and looked around for anything that could get me out of the cuffs. I tried to pull them, maybe loosen the cuff around the pole, but all that happened was the other one dug into my wrist. Tears began to gather behind my eyes. It hurt; only when I saw blood did I give up. I looked around more and stared at the two men on the couch. There had to be a way to distract them or get them to let me go. Of course it depended on whether they were more afraid of the Joker than they were attracted to me. But what did I have to lose?
“Hey!” I called to them. Neither of them moved. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Of course this was going to be harder than I planned. “Hello?” I shouted. Still nothing. “HEY!” Still neither of them moved. “WILL ONE OF YOU MORONS JUST GET ME A GLASS OF WATER FOR CHRIST’S SAKE?!”
Finally one of them stood up. He stalked over to me and brought his hand across my face. “Shut up, Bitch!” he shouted before turning back around. Quickly, I brought my leg out in front of him, making him trip and fall on his face onto the cement floor. A smirk crossed my lips. He got back up and came toward me. My weak façade was over. With my one hand still cuffed to the pole, I kicked him in the groin so that he fell forward. Then my knee connected with his face, and he was knocked unconscious with a bloody and probably broken nose. The other guy ran over, and I quickly brought my hand up to punch him as hard as I could. It was not that hard, considering my left hand was not my dominant one. I kicked him in the groin as well so that he fell forward and brought my heel across his face so that he fell- knocked out cold- onto the cement. Reaching for the necklace that the second guy wore, I pulled it off of him. I was well trained in picking locks, and the shape of the pendant was just good enough for me to dig it into the handcuff lock. “Not very smart, are you, Joker?” I muttered to myself as the cuff clicked open. I stood up and held my bloody wrist tightly. It stung. I rolled over both of the men and took one of their guns, taking the other one apart and leaving it on the floor in pieces. Stumbling in my heels a bit, I began making my way to the front door. But then I heard a voice.
