Chapter 3

???'s POV

Blood trickled down my chin as I took another punch. I didn't have to touch it to know that blood was trickling down the side of my head as it dripped onto my once white T-shirt.

I had long since given up on telling them to stop-it was no use.

"Hey! Wuddya doin!? I told ya I wanted 'er alive so I could 'ave some fun without 'er whinin'!" A man snapped as he entered. His dark hair was in tight curls, his blue eyes piercing through my flesh as he looked me up and down.

"Sorry, boss," my attacker apologized as he ran off. I was handcuffed to a raggedy old bed in god-knows-where.

"Alright, sweetheart. Ya already know I'm not gonna be as gentle, especially after how poorly ya did last time," he said, unbuckling his belt.

He got on the mattress, hovering over my trembling body as he pressed his thin lips to my neck, littering kisses up and down in an attempt to turn me on. I laid there, staring at the ceiling, feeling no emotion but hate and anger.

He slowly slid his hand up my shirt, trailing his grimy fingers over my pale skin before he tore my shirt off. He kissed down my neck, stopping to roughly suck on my collarbone, leaving a light purple bruise.

He continued to kiss down to my chest, brushing his lips across the top of my left breast, moving to undo my bra.

"Not yet..." I whispered. He smirked and sat up, taking his own shirt off, along with his trousers. He hooked a finger into my belt loops and pulled my jeans down. He began to trail his hands further down my body.

"Don't touch me there." I muttered.

"Shut up!" he snapped. My face stung as I felt a hand slap it.

'F**k.'

-.-.-.-.- Veronica's POV

The cold air once again nipped at my cheeks as I walked down the sidewalk. I looked around at my surroundings.

Bank.

Diner.

Outlet mall.

Hotel.

Restaurant.

BIG hotel.

And finally, the park.

"Roni!" I jumped, hearing a voice call out to me. I looked around until I saw the brunet boy from earlier, jogging up to me.

"Oh! Uh hi.... Randy?" I guessed.

"Randal."

"Right! Sorry! I'm s****y with names," I apologized.

He shrugged, cupping his hands to his face in an effort to warm them with his breath. "Let's head over to the diner, it's freezing out here."

"I thought you'd never ask."

We walked to the diner, sitting in a booth at the back. He got a Monster and some gummy bears, whereas I, being normal, got a coffee.

"So..." I said, awkwardly.

"Where you from?" he asked, popping a gummy bear into his mouth.

"Oregon, yourself?"

"Gotham, born and raised," he answered. "What's your full name?"

"Veronica Ruby Bancroft," I said. He nodded.

"So what stuff are you into?" He questioned.

"Ehh..." I shrugged.

"Come on Roni. It can't be that kinky!" he said. I laughed covering my mouth.

"Dude!"

"I'm kidding!"

"Okay, okay. I like motorcycles, cooking, watching movies, and being lazy. I'm not all that entertainin-" I was interrupted by a loud explosion outside. Randal and I rushed out to see what happened, along with everyone else.

My eyes widened as I saw a man clown makeup and a green an purple suit standing with a woman dressed in a corset, bra, tight pants, boots, pigtails (all red and black) and holding a giant hammer, running out of a bank.

"Who the hell- Randal?" I looked around, seeing that Randal had disappeared.

"Randal?" I repeated, only louder. But it was no use.

He was gone.