“Wake up, filthy gamma!” I hear seconds before I feel the freezing water that pulls me out of my sleep. I jump and pull on the wolfsbane-dipped chains that are tied to my wrists and ankles, making them rattle loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of the empty cell that I am in.
Not sure how long I have been here, but it must be a good long time since my beard is grown and I really stink.
I look up at Joker Number 2 whose real name is Saul. I found out days ago. I still call him Joker Number 2 to his face though. It seems to piss him off, so I have made it one of my perks for the day, seeing as how I haven’t been able to do much else during my time of captivity.
Whenever I get out of this, Beta Marcos is really gonna have my furry balls, for letting myself get captured and for not be
