Hold Up Your Cups Of Blood~Joker~And Take A Sip!7

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Harle Quin came in holding a very large...um... How do I put this? Spatula? Yeah that's what it was. It had three handles. I guess that explains the two guys with the clown masks on. Nothing like the beautiful mask that was still at my side. Harle undid the straps and motioned for the two guys to come over. All three of them came lifted the Mega-Spatula And, like a pancake or an egg, shoved it under me quickly. It. Fucking. Hurt. Like. Hell!!!!! I, of course, hissed in pain. I didn't scream. Why scream? I had worse in my lifetime. It felt like the Mega-Spatula was covered in ice cold water. It felt good. As I was being carried away in the very large Spatula, I looked over to the table. As I suspected, there was bits and pieces of my skin stuck to it and quite a bit of my blood. And throw up. Eeeewwwwww. I reached out to the mask and said,"I'll come back for you, Desire." and then I fell into a deep sleep.
Oh. My. Gosh. I was so freaking hungry. And horny. Did I mention I like to play with my food before I eat it? Hmmm, guess not. Well now I told you. I think it was a tramatic effect from my dumb-ass father. He murdered Akai and I hope he's havinga great time in sewer- hell. My back hurt like a Russian pregnant racehorse on steroids that had to piss very badly(inside joke). I opened my eyes to see I was on a sofa. Y'know when you go to a person's house for the first time and you sit on their couch and it's stained, smells funny, and slightly damp from only god knows what? Yeah, well that was this sofa I was laying on. Gross, right? MY stomach grumbled loudly as I countinued to look around.Wow, what do you know? It's all cement with a couple of red HAHA's written on the walls. There was a tiny, black and white, attena cvered TV on the other side of the room. There was a poker table in front of it and about five men in clown masks were huddle around it to look intently at the television. I couldn't see it. They were too fat. HaHa. The Head Honcho, AKA the Joker, Was in the center of the sweaty men(I think he liked it... Ha). He was the one blocking my view. I wanted to shout at him, but thought different. I closed my eyes to go back asleep but a harsh slap made me open my eyes and say,"What the hell?!" Joker giggled and said,"Wake up, Silly! You're on TV!!!" Joy, I thought, I'm on TV and no one will know who I am. He wrapped his hand tightly around my burnt forearm and pulled me up. He dragged me, literally, over to the poker table and shoved me into a chair, which hurt my sore bottom. He forced me to look at the screen and there I was, in all my Hany the Canny glory, on the News. They got the worst picture of me. My hair was all over the place and I was in a straight jacket with a damn muzzle over my face. How nice.
"...The Joker managed to escape from Arkham Insane Asylum. Hekilled many of the patients and the staff. Witnesses say that he kidnapped a young girl by the name of Honey Tsuki. Age 19. She was emitted into the hopital a week ago for cannibalism. Some call her Hanny the Canny. She was pleaded insane at her trial for the disturbing way she killed her victims. That is all we have on that story. Now to Rick for the weather forcast." The TV was shut off and the scilence was interupted by the Joker's laugh. "Hanny the Canny?! HAHAHAHA!!!! Who the hell came up with that?!?!"
"My sixty year old neighbor." I grummbled. It just made him laugh harder, until my stomach let out a huge thunder og hunger that made him shut up for a moment. A moment passed until he said,"BoBo, take her to my room." in an overly controling voice. BoBo, I'm guessing, hopped up and dragged me up these metal steps. Finally no concrete. The gun shot wound in my arm didn't even hurt anymore. Neither did the deep cut the Joker gave me. BoBo had on a happy face mask. It looked like the tipical clown. White face, black around the eyes, red smile. Y'know, the usual. He threw open a door and shoved me onto a bed, then left. Ooookkkkaaaayyyy. I took a look at my surroundings, like people usually do when they're in a new place. It was sheet rock. Why sheet rock? Whatever. The bed I was on had white, messy, sheets, a deep purple conforter and green pillows. Everything else was white. The floor was littered with paper so I didn't really get a good look at that. The door slammed open and in walked the Joker.
"Ready for a snack?HAHAHAHA!!!!!!"