Chapter 10 - Staying Alive

                                    

                                          
"Would you take care of ..."
"Steven, Sir." 
"Uh-yes. Steven. Would you take care of Steven-ah? Oh and whilst you're at it, tell the boys if they don't wan't to face the same fate as good old Steven-ah here, they better Shouldn't. Touch. MY. Things-ah!"
"Yes, sir." And with that Logan drags Steven out of the room leaving me and Joker alone once again. As Joker starts to approach me I back myself up against the wall. Being only left in my shorts and a ripped up tanktop with my bra more then half exposed I can't be too sure that Joker won't finish what Steve had planed to start. 
I have to bend my neck sligthly to be able to look up at him. My hands instantly shoot up to my chest in a desperate attempt to cover myself enough to not plant any dangerous thoughts in his head. He was crazy, but I just couldn't imagine why he would saved me. Why would he care at all if his man tried to assault me ... unless he wanted to be the first one to do it.
Joker bends down to my level as he kepps looking at my face. In fact, he hasn't once looked anywhere else but my face. "Don't worry, I don't play the rape-game-ah." And with that he stands back up to his full hight as he starts to walk back to the door. Turning around he pats his leg, gesturing me to follow him outside. 
Not sure if it's the best idea to listen to a mass murdering clown, but on the other hand I really don't want to stay any longer in this dark room, so against my better judgment I quicky scramble back to my feet and once outside of the room, I have to squirnt my eyes shut due to the fact that the hallway is so much brigther. 
In front of us is a long corridor with two staircases. One goes down and the other goes up to another floor. To my surprise, it is relatively clean. I had rather expected spiderwebs to hang down everywhere and the walls to be full of mold.
Quietly I follow behind Joker as we reach another room. He opens it and steps inside and 'WOW' standing inside Jokers room I am taken a back. It is a nice room. A little chaotic, but fitting for a man like him. It looks almost comfy. There was a kingsize bed, a table with a bunch of papers on it, next to a large closet. 
Standing near the door my eyes never leaving Joker as he walks further into the room opening another door. His bathroom. Turning toward me he says; "You have 15 minutes." I quickly nod my head yes, telling him that I understand.
He pulls a chair towards the door facing the bathroom. Is he going to watch me take a shower? But one look at him and I realize that he will not be negotiated with. Sighning in defead I turn around so that my back is facing him as I start to take off my teared up tanktop. More thankfull then never to have my long hair cover my back completley. Next are the shorts leaving me in my underware infront of a complete stranger. I turn my head around to face the Joker who's still sitting in his chair, but what makes me a little relieved is that he makes no attempt to assault me right away. Which still didn't change the fact that I didn't want to undress in front of a complete stranger, a psychopathic mass murderer! No man had ever seen me naked before and I had no intention of changing that now, but what other option did I have? 
Turning my head away from him, hestitantly I reach to  turn the shower on and step inside refusing to take off by bra and panties with him sitting there!
In a desperate attempt to block everything out, I start humming to myself and hope that he can't hear it through the splash of water. I've never really sung in front of anyone before and I probably won't dare to. The few times my family had heard me I was ridiculed and humiliated and I certainly didn't need joker to make fun of me for it now.
Turning the water off I step out of the shower just to discover much to my surprise that Joker wasn't sitting by the door anymore. Grabbing the first towel insight I wrap it around my body and step out of the bathroom into Jokers bedroom.