CHAPTER 10

"Poison Ivy. You're like scum on the bottom of my shoe. A worthless piece of crap that no one cares about. An annoying bug always in my ear and with a measly flick of the wrist I can make you disappear." A tall man with a firm voice stood before her.

He smirked as he watched her struggle. He knelt down and lifted her chin. He looked into her eyes with judgment. "How is it, that you're so easy to catch? You're not all mighty, you're just an angry woman. Well, more like a freak. With you're so called powers no one will love you. You'll rot in a cell and die alone." He chuckled.

He smacked her in the face and stood up. "Now, keep quiet, you little rat. You're giving me a headache. You don't want to make me mad." He walked away.

She hated that man. Every time she's ever been there, he always tortured her in every way possible. To her, he was pure evil. She learned that she needed to keep quiet around him. Because, making him mad would cause hell to break loose.

If she learned anything from being in Arkum asylum, it's that you don't mess with him. His brutality was a nightmare she didn't want to face.

After a while of sitting there alone in her thoughts she was finally put back in her cell.

Twenty minutes of silence was broken when the guards brought Harley back to her cell. She was passed out. They threw her inside and locked it.

She had cuts and marks all over her.

She was so vulnerable. Ivy hated that she was in the state of unconsciousness. Mostly because of why she was unconscious.

She forced her body to move closer to the bars that separated them. "Quinn." She said with a shaky voice.

She tried to reach over to touch her but she was too far. "Quinn." She said again. She decided to lean against the bars until she fell asleep.

After a couple of hours she woke up to the sound of Harley's voice. "Wake up sleepy head." Harley nudged her.

She turned around to look at her. "Hey, Quinn. What did they do to you?" Ivy asked.

"Just the same old stuff. Electrocution, cutting me, things like that." She spoke casually.

"Harley, that's not normal. Do you not realize what their doing?"

Harley's eyes widened. "You called me Harley?" She smiled. "You never call me that. Are you starting to care about me?"

Yes. "No, I just don't think it's right. We need to get out of here." She whispered.

"How do we do that?" Harley asked as she leaned in closer.