Your P.O.V
I sigh moving around on my back, trying to find a comfortable spot on this lumpy bed. But after a few moments I just gave up and continued to stare at the ceiling. It's been three days since Zsasz dragged me here, forced me into this room and locked me in. I should count myself lucky. Zsasz has been feeding me, giving me water and a few pairs of comfortable clothing to change into. The room I'm stuck in isn't so bad either. The furniture consists of a single bed along side of the wall, a dresser with a small lamp and a wooden chair in the corner. There is also a door that leads to a small bathroom. Thank God for that!
He brings me the meals three times a day but insists on staying and watching me while I eat. He tries to spark up some conversation with me but let's just say I'm no as enthusiastic about casually talking to my captor like that. So you can say I'm a little resistant. And by that I either ignore him all together or shoot mean comments at him which he only laughs at.
I've tried to escape once already but that didn't work at all. I put the left over cloths he gave me under the bed sheets to make it look like I was slapping and then I hid behind the door. I wanted to grab the small lamp to arm myself but he would have looked through the small window in the main door that is facing the bed and the dresser and see that it's missing. I was going to wait for him to come in and I would slam the door on him causing him to fall over. Then I would proceed to slam his body between the heavy door and the doorframe a few more times trying to break something or even kill him then make a run for it. It wasn't a solid plan and it was going to be very messy but it was something. It's not like there's a window in here. But that plan backfired when he came to bring me food and said that he wanted to see me on the bed before he opens the door. I give him credit for thinking through things.
What the hell am I even saying?! I'm giving the guy, my captor, a man that I can't stand credit for not allowing me to escape! I'm going crazy in here I need to get out of here! I'm so bored in here! All I'm left with is my thoughts and I feel like I'm drowning in them. I can't stop thinking about Fish and Butch, about what happened, and what's going to happen to me? Am I ever going to get out of here? What's he planning? The list just keeps going on an on. Sometimes I have to put my hand on the cold blue painted cement wall to bring myself back to reality. And even then my mind picks up and I start thinking about Zsasz.
What is he planning to do to me? He could have done so many terrible terrible things, but all he's doing is taking care of my basic needs and talk to me. That's not the famous Zsasz I know. Just the way he acts when he's near me gives me the chills. While I'm eating on the bed he'll pull up the chair and sit so close that his knees are touching the mattress. Sometimes he won't talk but stare intensely at me with a crazed look in his eyes. I'll try to avoid his gaze but then I'll feel a slight touch on my leg or he'll brush some of my hair behind my ear scaring me a little. I always think he's going to move in on me but when I look back at him he just smiles and continues to stare. The man has been very successful in terrifying me to say the least. I always face the door when I sleep. I'm scared that he will sneak in when I'm sleeping and try something. Just thinking about it gives me the creeps. But I think the thing that scares me most about him is that he is unpredictable.
The metal clicking of the main door pulled me out of my thoughts but I didn't bother to look. I knew who it was. The funny thing is that when he comes in I'm not scared but rather frustrated and annoyed. At first anyway. "This bed is terrible." I announce slightly aggravated as I could hear his footsteps come into the room. I finally look over as I sat up to see Zsasz putting a plate with a sandwich on the bed. "Well you know I do have a memory foam bed. You can come sleep with me once you learn to behave." He smiled devilishly pulling up the chair and taking a set.
Oh my God! You son of a bitch! That's what he wants from me?! So I'm just a carnival prize that he wants to play with, that bastard! I try really hard not to show my anger but instead it comes out as annoyance. "So I'm never getting out of here then." I state leaning my back against the wall. Biting the inside of my lip trying not to flip out. "Well not with that attitude." He leans forward laughing then continues. "Once you start to co-operate, things will get easier for you and you'll get some of your freedom back." He smiles. "But never fully right?!" I fire at him having some of my anger boil over in my voice. "Not until I can trust you 100%." His voice is starting to get stern. The anger inside me is just explosive at this point, and I can't fight it anymore. I kick the plate off the bed onto the floor. "I will never give that to you! Do you hear me?! I would rather die then be forced to care about you or even love you for that matter! I will never love you!" I yell at him. I want the venom in my words to hit him, HARD! He killed my brother! He's holding me captive and for what, so he can for fill his stalker fantasy of having me to himself! Fat Chance!
Zsasz quickly pushes the chair back and standing up with such force the chair legs sounds like they're going to snap. The sudden movement doesn't startles me but doesn't fail to install a small amount of fear in me as I look up at his intense state. "Why?! Why Not?!" He demands with a raised angered voice. "I treat you well! I try to be kind and calm to you all the time even though it can be frustrating sometimes! But no matter what I can't get through to you!" He vents clearly frustrated. I don't care though. For once he lost his cool and that's a good reason to be scared, but I'm not. I'm too angry to be afraid. He took a pause trying to calm down then continued. "But maybe I need to try a different approach." He admits calmly.
He instantly lunges at me. Grabbing my wrists and pinning me to bed while straddling my hips. "Get off me! Let me go!" I scream trying to wiggle and squirm out of his grip. "Do you want me to be like this when you don't behave?!I don't like doing this but I will!" Zsasz yells back pushing my wrists further into the mattress while tightening his grip. Making me stop struggling. "I think you secretly love this." I state letting my anger talk for me while I catch my breath. He pauses and smiles sinisterly down at me. My anger vanished and fear set in as I looked into his eyes to see them getting darker by the second. "Maybe a little, but I like doing it to your brother more."
My eyes went wide. What the hell does he mean by that. "I've been torturing your big brother in my free time." He explains excitingly. Oh my God he's alive! You Bastard! I start to fight him with all my might. I just want to break free and save him, save both of us. Zsasz gave a slight frustrating sigh before lifting up my wrists and slamming them back down on the bed. Making me wince in pain from his bear trap grip. Making me stop my struggle once again. "But if you don't smarten up he is going to pay for your behaviour." He explains moving his face closer to mine. His menacing eyes was never leaving mine.
"Your so cruel." I turn my head to the side shutting my eyes. Wanting to get as far away from him as I can. He chuckles darkly leaning his mouth close to my ear. I could feel his breath go down my neck. "Why do you think I'm the best hit man in Gotham sweetheart. But I don't think I'm just going to torture your brother. I'm also going to punish you to." He stats in a low gravely voice that sends chills down my spine. He grabs my chin, turning my head to look at him. "In ways I've only dreamed about." He fantasizes resting his head on mine. I can't help but squeeze my eyes shut and whimper. "So be a good girl for me ok? Now I'm going to go make you another sandwich and this time I want you to eat." He lifts his head to kiss my forehead. I felt myself shake under him. I hate it but I can't help it. He smiles down at me before letting me go. Leaving me in the room alone, scared and shaken.
