@crown-jewel-of-arkham
@crown-jewel-of-arkhamFae shivered slightly as she got out of the car. She kicked the tire in a flustered mood. She moved to open up her phone, watching it as it had no signals. Of course the damn…
He g r o a n e d
A G R I N stretched his mangled mouth as she even checked her p-h-o-n-e for some fucking signal ( as if t h a t would help her a b-i-t in this madness of a situation ). “Ah tatataah noow…could you concentrate on the beautiful v i e w uhhm just for once hm? See we’re ahh…we’re almost t-h-e-r-e…”
She slowly put the phone down onto the dashboard. “Where are you taking me?” she asked.
“Ahhm hush now g-u-r-r-r-l we don’t want to spoil the fun and spill our little secret noow do we? You’re in for a killer surprise soooh stay alert honey…” The Joker cackled manically as he drove down an empty side street, halting the c-a-r and heading over to her side, opening the door and roughly pulling her outside.
She shivered at how his words rolled off his tongue. When he stopped the car, she quickly kicked off her shoes, knowing if she tried to run she wouldn’t make it in heels. “Ow…” she pouted as she was roughly pulled out. This was going to get bad. She moved to try and pull out of his grip.
“Ahh-ta-ta-ta uhhm no. Hush hush shhh now juuust behave, hm?”, the Joker purred as Fae wiggled in his grip. His step held a bouncy s-k-i-p, almost hopping like an excited child while he dragged her down the dark alley, his gloved fingers still BURIED painfully rough into her arm. “Nooow how do you like games, girlie hm? How about a little GAME, ahhm…Ahh yes, here listen…for every attempt you make to ahm to r-u-n, I will cut off one tiny little toe…buut uhh just one, see, but if you manage to be a good girl and s-t-a-y, then PERRRRHAPS I’m gonna let you make a phone call, hm? But only one, and only for as long as you can TALK with a rug in your mouth AHAH hee hihi ohoo ha ha HEEH…”
She started to stutter, whimpering slightly as she was dragged on. “O-okay…” she replied, trying to keep up.
He let out a low cackle, the leather coated HAND gripping her even t-i-g-h-t-e-r as he kicked open the door of an abandoned warehouse. He gestured around with a proud smile on his paint caked face before locking the door, head snapping sideways as he eyed her. “Soooh, wellllcome to you new uhh stay. You miiight wanna, uhh WAIT here for just a second, hm? Let me get a chair and ahh sump’n so we can taaalk…”
She looked around, trying to survey for escape. “You really don’t want to do this, I’m not that important nor am I fun.” she pouted. She moved to try pulling her hand back a bit.
“Ahhh no. Don’t talk about sump’n you doooon’t understand, hm? See I want this, uhh, and I’d say you W I L L be a shitload of fun…So just keep your puuh-retty little mouth shut and we’ll be ahhm be bestfriends alright?” Quickly he p-u-s-h-e-d her down on a chair and strolled behind her, tying her wrists to the chair with skilled hands before he crouched d-o-w-n in front of her. “Soooh…welcome to the second parrrt of our g-a-m-e. You remember the rules now don’t you?”
She shivered as he tied her down in a matter of seconds, and looked to the war paint covered clown. “Refresh my memory?” she squeaked out.
