"Hello?" I try to mumble through the gag. I could've sworn that I just heard footsteps. Okay Aria, just breathe, It's probably just your head messing with you. My attempt to calm myself down, unfortunately, backfired quickly because I could hear someone chuckle. 
"You know talking-ah to yourself is a sign of someone going crazy?" 
Well, that at least confirms that I wasn't just imagining things. I tried to turn my head left and right in a weak attempt to see where to voice was coming from but since my arms and legs were still bound to a chair it wasn't possible to take a proper look. Not like I would've been able to see anything.
"You must be wondering-ah where I am? Well, I really could be anywhere-ah. Maybe I'm not even real, just your mind playing games on you. Or maybe..." The voice suddenly stopped, making me even more anxious. I tried to calm my breathing down as best as I could, but there was no voice, no breathing, no footsteps. The only thing that I'm able to hear is my heartbeat. 
"I'm right behind you." The voice is now directly behind me. Warm breath tickled my ear and the back of my neck followed by a loud piercing laugh making me wince. 
The light was suddenly turned back on making me turn my head in an attempt to shield my eyes from the sudden brightness. "I see, sleeping beauty has finally awakened-ah" My eyes widened in shock and fear as I was now looking at The Joker.
He's wearing purple pants, a blue shirt, and a green vest. His green hair is pretty messy but what scared me the most was his face. It's covered in white face paint. His eyes ... staring into the endless blackness, almost as if there is no life behind them. Just death and agony. My eyes quickly drift to his mouth where I can see two big scars.
"Slept good?" The clown asked, as he starts to slowly walking towardsme. Shaking my head, pleading with him not to hurt me, but the tape wasn't doing me any favors.

"No?" he asked in mock hurt. "You seem quite out of it from our  'playtime' together, last night-ah. The ride here was a bit bumpy, I musst admit." He giggled at that memory, while my tears just keep on streaming down my face. Through the gag I keep on pleading with him to not hurt me, but that only seems to annoy him even more.
"What?" the clown asked, "What?! I hate it when people mumble."

I can start to feel my panic rise again as my whole body starts to shake uncontrollably. I desperately plead and beg through my restraints for Joker to let me go and that I won't tell a single person, but my peas only seem to annoy the Joker. He rips my head back making me fall backwards with the chair I was still tied to, hitting my head on the floor in the process. Tears start to escape my eyes as my head starts to pound anew.
Whilst I try to regain my focus I can hear Joker laughing uncontrollably before lifting me back up with the chair. "You're going to be so boring-ah like everyone else. Please Mr. Joker, oh please don't kill meeeee." He mocks as he again bends down to my level.
"I'm going to remove the tape, but you better say something ... original-ah" And with that, he yanks the tape away making me cry out in pain. 
Original? What am I supposed to say that's original? Think quickly, Aria! I couldn't bring myself to stop crying, this man was truley frightening me with his constant mood swings. 
"Did you kill Alfred?" The words sprout out of my mouth before I can stop them. For a moment Joker doesn't say anything, he just keeps on looking at me.
"Well, that is indeed something, that I haven't heard before."
Well, I guess I won't get an answer so I muster up enough courage to ask; "Why did you kidnap me? What do you want from me?"But I again receive no answers he just keeps his eyes locked on me, like a hunter hunting its prey down. I let my head sink in defeat unable to look him in the eyes, but before I can even realize what's happening, Joker causually walks up to me and sits down on my lap. He doesn't put all of his weight on me, but it's still enough to make me gasp as he isn't necessarily a lightweight.