Trapped. {Kidnapped by the Joker}--Part 1

Darkness surrounded me everywhere, even when I opened up my eyes. The void of pitch black seemed to go on forever and never ceased because it was unstoppable and couldn’t be stopped. Not only was there darkness but also complete dead silence. Nothing made a single sound. There was no moaning but the only sound was my breathing and my pounding heart. My chest felt heavy but that was all. There was no pain, no nothing. And no matter how many times I opened up my eyes, the darkness was still there. That’s when I realized that I must be blind or I was blindfolded. I was able to feel some kind of cloth around my head, tided tight and covered my eyes. I couldn’t see my surroundings and that was what scared me. For all I knew, I could have been in a torture room. 1

I shook my head in disbelief. Thinking like that would only cause me more fear, even if that possibility was true or not. I find myself to be lying on something. It felt like some kind of soft surface. A bed or something? A sofa? I tried to use my hands to search around the surface but I couldn’t. My arms were tied behind me. When I tried to yell out, it was muffled. I was gagged. I could feel like burning and pinching at the corners of my mouth. Panic and fear rose up inside of me quickly. Where was I? And how did I get here? I couldn’t answer any of those questions. All I knew was that I’m trapped somewhere and bound tight. It was obvious that someone didn’t want me go anywhere. Well, their plan worked well because I couldn’t do a thing. 2

Suddenly, I hear a door slam open. I flinch and nearly jerk up. Then I hear the sound of footsteps entering the room. The floor must be wooden. The footsteps came closer to me before they stop. I try to struggle with the rope that tied my hands behind my back. I failed to break free of them and that’s when I knew I was doomed.  Whoever entered the room said nothing yet but the person did sit down beside me. My entire body tensed. A gloved hand touched my cheek. I jerked away and whimpered. Then a chuckle followed afterwards. The gloved hand found its place back on my cheek. This time I stayed in place but I whimpered again. 3

“Shh…Shh.., stay quiet.” The person attempted to quiet me down. It was the voice of a man so this person had to be a man. His voice was in a soft and almost mocking tone. A few seconds later, I dared to not make another sound. I didn’t hear his voice for the next minute. Somehow, I was afraid that this man was the one who brought me but I was somewhat glad that I wasn’t alone. There was an abrupt sound. It sounded like he was pulling something out. What could he being taking out? A gun or a knife to use on me? Soon, it sounded like he was unwrapping an object. My heart nearly stopped. Was it a weapon of some sort? For a third time, I whimpered but this time I did it loudly. 4

“Shh….shh…my dear. If you keep making noises then I won’t be able to remove your gag. I have a surprise for you but you mustn’t speak or anything. Is that understood?” He spoke slowly, as if I was a small child with a learning disability. Slowly, I nodded my head. I would do anything he said, as long as he didn’t harm me. 5

I felt his hands move up to where my mouth is. He touched the gag and removed it. I could feel him untie it and then took it from around my neck. I flexed my jaw. I felt a little bit better without the gag. But I was still blindfolded and tied up. Had he forgotten about those factors? 6

“Open up your mouth,” He commanded. I did as he said. With his hand, he put something into my mouth. I hesitated and closed my mouth, eating whatever he gave me. At first, I feared that it was something harmful. Something poisonous. Instead, it was the exact opposite. It tasted very much like chocolate and tasted good but I knew well that it could have some kind of poison in it or something to drug me with. 7

“Do you like it? It’s chocolate. I bought a whole a bunch, just for you, as long as you’re a good little girl.” He stated and I nodded my head. “But you’re not getting anymore right now. You’ll ruin your dinner.” His voice was serious and stern. 8

“When are you going to take the blindfold off me? I want to see.” I asked him in a nervous voice. I regretted asking him that rather quickly. Perhaps he didn’t want me to see. Maybe he wanted me to only see darkness. Not being able to see made me feel helpless. If he ever decided to attack me, I wouldn’t be able to tell where he was coming at me from. At that moment my entire body trembled. 9

“No, not yet. I’ll take it off in a little while. But I will untie your hands.” He sat me up and pulled out a knife. For a few seconds, I felt the cold blade touch my fingers. I trembled a little, thinking he was going to cut me. I tensed my body again, waiting for it to happen. I heard the knife cut through the rope. I sighed in relief. My hands were free. I moved them from behind my back and flexed my fingers. They felt a bit stiff and my wrists hurt from the tight rope. I touched each of my wrists. They burned a little. I winced. I wondered how bad they looked. But most of all I wondered where I was and who my capturer was. I raised my hands up to my face. My fingers touched the blindfold. Just as I was about to take it off, he grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands down to my sides. 10

“I said not yet.” He whispered in my ear. “Are you sure you want to see where you are? And see who I am? That might not be a good idea. I have a better idea. Give me your hand.” His voice sounded commanding. I had a bad feeling about this. I did what he said to not anger him and reached out to him with my right hand. He took it and held it in his gloved hand. Soon, he did something that was unexpected. He moved my hand up to his face. 11

“Is this your face?” I asked, making sure. He replied with a yes. I moved my hand up and down the side of his face. It felt like he was wearing makeup or something. It definitely had to be all over my hand now. Suddenly, my hand touched his cheek. It felt strange. Like it was scared and almost hollow. As soon as I touched it, I flinched and jerked my hand away. He took my hand again but this time he moved it to the other side. I felt the same scare. I pulled my hand back to myself and thought for a moment. 12

“You have scars on your face. On each side of your mouth.” I was backing away from him as I realized who he was. “And you wear makeup; it’s all over my hand. You’re the Joker, aren’t you?” An eerie laugh replied to my statement. I shivered in fear. I backed away from him even more. He caught me by the ankle and dragged me closer to him. This time, I fought against him. He let go of my ankle and secured both my wrists in an iron grasp. Now I wished that I never tried to take off this blindfold. It would’ve bought me more time but I knew that laugh from anywhere. I tried to kick him but he only ended up pinning down my legs with one of his. As I was about to either scream or spit at him, I heard him yell in a demented and loud voice. 13

“Don’t even think about it!” He yelled demonically. I instantly froze in place and stopped struggling. “Do you want that gag back in your mouth, hmm? Do you want to be tied up again and thrown into a closet where I’ll leave you there to starve, hmm? Do you ever want to see again?” I didn’t know whether I was supposed to answer him or not so I kept quiet. 14

“Answer me!” He roared. I shook my head with terror, thinking of my answer even though I knew what it was. I didn’t want to think about what he said he would do to me. 15

“No, I’m sorry. I want to see again. I’m sorry.” I answered. What was he going to do now? Find ways to torture me or maybe make me permanently blind (without the blindfold)? Cut me up to pieces and then give me to a dog? Strangle me or shoot me? No, he liked to use knives because guns are too quick. He wouldn’t be able to savor all emotions then. 16

“Good girl. Now you finally listen to me, right after I scream at you. We need to work on this because I won’t be screaming at you all the time. I have other methods of forcing you to obey. I suppose that you want your blindfold off now?” He said. I nodded my head yes. 17

“But,” He continued to speak. “I’m not so sure if I should take it off you yet. Maybe I should make you walk around the mansion without your vision for a while longer.” 18

“I won’t escape. You’ll just come after me if I did. And for one thing, you’ll probably catch me because I’m not even fast enough to escape you and get away. You’re probably much faster and stronger than I am. I don’t even want to imagine what you would do to me.” I began to ramble. I wondered what his expression was. 19

He must’ve leaned towards me more because I could feel his hot and heavy breath all over me. “You’re right about that. And if you ever pulled a stunt to try to escape, you’ll taste my leather belt on your backside. And then you’ll be locked up in this room until I say so.” He whispered into my ear. I swallowed hard and nearly froze in fear. Even in a whisper, his voice somewhat scared me. I’ve never been whipped or hit at all before so his threat worked. And if I ever did escaped, I prayed to God that I was successful.