Who's Joking? (Stylinson)

2: Synopsis of a Sociopath

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Harry grinned as he walked into the room to see a familiar man tied to a chair "Lucas Sinclair" he said loudly, clapping his hands together and looking the man over "How are you?" He questioned, amused as the man writhed around on the chair "Feeling a little trapped, I suppose?"

"Fuck you" Lucas spat "Let me out of here" he added, looking around the room where dead animals were hanging from the ceiling like a butchers store

Harry continued to smile "Nice touch, isn't it?" He replied, looking around at the meat "Are you hungry?"

"Get me out of here" Lucas demanded, voice panicked

Harry's grin remained as he watched the man struggle in his restraints "Better play your cards right, Sinclair, or else you'll end up just like them" he warned

Lucas visibly swallowed, throat bobbing in anticipation "What do you want?" He asked

"What does any man want?" The joker quizzed, a playful tone in his voice "Love? Happiness?" He asked rhetorically "Maybe...vengeance?" He added thoughtfully, licking at his red lips

Lucas glared at him, growing tired and frustrated of the man's joking around "Tell me what you want!" He snapped

And Harry's smile was back, shining brightly in contrast to his dead eyes "Patience, Sinclair" he replied softly

Lucas' nostrils flared and he scowled at Harry "Why am I here?" He questioned

Harry shrugged "Maybe I just like to watch you struggle" he replied

"Well you've had your fun, now let me go" Lucas demanded

Harry shook his head "On the contrary, my fun had only just begun" he said, walking closer to the man and lightly pressing his knife to the man's cheek "Only when you're begging for my mercy, will I truly be satisfied" he stated

"Just let me- ah" he broke off a scream when Harry dug a knife into his hand, twisting it slightly

The joker grinned "That's more like it" he announced "Music to my ears" he muttered happily

The man choked out a sob "Stop!" He cried out "Stop, stop!" He chanted when Harry toyed with the knife, pushing it all the way through his hand "No!"

"You, Sinclair" Harry started "You have done something very unremarkable with those hands, no?" He quizzed, looking down at Lucas' bloody hand "This is payback, darling"

Lucas screamed as Harry pulled the knife out of his now hollow hand "Please" he choked out

Harry smiled, taking the blood knife and pressing it to the man's face, smearing blood across his cheek "Hurts, doesn't it?" He quizzed "Though I wouldn't know, I never have felt it" he continued "Pain, that is" he clarified

Sinclair's breathing was staggered, and he let out another scream when he saw Harry raising the knife "No no!" He begged

"Scared?" Harry asked before suddenly plunging the knife into Lucas' other hand "Uh oh" he muttered

"Stop" Lucas' whispered, his words half caught in his throat from the pain

Harry continued to grin "You, imprisoned me for six months in that asylum" he said softly "You caged me up like an animal" he added louder "You-"

"Joker" someone called and Harry turned to face them "Robin has been spotted outside a nearby building" he added lowly, saying the words for only Harry to hear "Want us to take care of him?"