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Boredom's the worst. Harley hates boredom.
See, they won't tell her anything. Not what happened or where she is. All they do is want to prove they're in charge all day. Harley hates repetition, too. She'd gone on hunger-strike just for something to do until they force-fed her through a tube. Nasty business.
Harley dry-heaves to remember the thick sugary cream clogging her throat. As far as torture methods go, she prefers electro-shocks. They're like a sizzling kiss through time from Mr. J, the spark of their beginning.
If they understood the pain of missing someone, they'd tell her something.