A Psycopath's Doll

A Bust

TRIGGER WARNING

  Oswald, armed with twenty men, headed to Maroni’s safe house a few hours North of Gotham. Oswald himself carried a shotgun in hand and a knife in his belt. Once the car stopped he cocked the shotgun and opened the door. The place seemed deserted, fine by Oswald. The place was an abandoned factory by a lake. He made his way to the front door, kicking it open before walking through.

  “(Y/N)!” He called, looking at the deserted room. Tables and chairs were scattered as if everyone had just gotten up and left. Oswald had his men check the building as he went to back rooms. He opened the door, sighing at the flight of stairs. Oswald, accompanied by two men, walked down the stairs and down a tunnel. After a minute of walking the tunnel spread into tunnels that went all directions. Oswald sent his men down different tunnels, looking down one himself.

  “Hey. Boss-man!” Called one of his thugs.

  “What? Did you find her?” Oswald called back. After a few seconds of silence the man spoke again.

  “You're going to want to see this.”

  “Oh no.” Oswald whispered, his heart dropping in his chest. He limped as fast as he could to the spreading of tunnels where his men both stood.

  “What is it?” Oswald asked loudly. One of his men began walking down a straight tunnel on the left. What Oswald saw horrified him. Blood, sweat, and sperm all mixed on the floor of the cell. Oswald nearly threw up, wretching violently. On the bed of the cell laid a single tape labed ‘PLAY ME’. One of Oswald's men grabbed it before leading Oswald back upstairs. Oswald was enraged. His men stayed clear of him as he walked back into the main part of the factory.

  “She's not here!” He called, regrouping his thugs. He turned and began walking back to the car, his men following suit. They had failed and were back at square one.

  Three hours later Oswald climbed out of the car, one thug behind him. The two of them walked into Oswald’s palace, immediately heading to the board room. Zach was still there, waiting for them to arrive. Oswald slammed the door open, his shotgun still in hand. He used the gun like cane, stopping in front of the big screen. The thug handed the tape he’d found to Zach who pushed it into the already hooked up VCR. After a few seconds of static a video of you came on screen, you were standing against the bars of the cell. The closer the men looked they realized that was the exact cell they’d seen before. The camera was more than likely hidden in the wall, because you didn't seem to notice it. Oswald could clearly see that you were bleeding from your shoulder, it had stained your shirt. You cupped you hands around you mouth, but no sound emitted from the TV. After a few more seconds sound cut in.

  “Please. Someone. Come down here…” You begged, sliding down the bars onto your knees. You were obviously in a great deal of pain. Heavy footsteps resonated and you looked up at someone out of frame.

  “What?!” A male voice rang out.

  “I think my stitches are torn… I need help.” You explained, using your broken hand to take your shirt off. You stood up and turned your bad shoulder to the man, the bandages were wet with blood. He took a few steps into the frame, not looking at the bandages. He pulled a ring of keys out of his pocket, unlocking the cell. You were hesitant to move, but the man walked right to you. He grinned wickedly as he grabbed at your chest. You stepped back until you were against the wall of bars.

  “No! Don’t touch me!” You yelled. He grabbed you by the throat, lifting you up. Your body seized as you tried to breathe, your broken hand did it’s best to claw at the man. But.. You were too weak. He threw you down onto the floor, you landing on your good shoulder. You attempted to wheeze in air as he closed the cell door, trapping you there with him.

  Oswald stared in horror, tears beginning to stream down his face as he watched. You tried to climb under the bed, but the man grabbed your legs and pulled you back. By this time you had began to sob, trying to kick the man as he climbed onto you. You screamed as he slammed your bad shoulder onto the ground to keep you in place. He pulled your shorts off and began his disgusting act, you screaming and crying all the while.

  Oswald dropped to his knees, beginning to scream out with you. This was all his fault, and you were paying the price. If he’d listened to you in the hospital you would be home, not in the clutches of his enemies.

  “(Y/N)!” He screamed, falling onto his hands and knees. His nails dug into his palms, bleeding them. His tears mixed with his blood just as yours had, and he wanted to kill himself for it.