Unmasked | Art

~4~

My ears were ringing. I opened my eyes.

I was in a dimly lit room, sitting in a chair. I tried to move, but my hands were tied to the handles, and ankles tied together. My mouth was taped shut.

I couldn't remember how I got here. My head was empty.

Something shuffled next to me. I turned my head. The clown was searching his black garbage bag and had his back turned on me. My memory slowly started coming back.

The clown probably heard me moving. He turned his head towards me, and slowly stood up.

My heart dropped when I saw him hold an axe. The same wide smile crept on his face. 

I winced as he swung the axe and was about to hit me, but stopped right in front of my face. He laughed without a sound and swung the axe again.

After playing around a few times, he dropped the axe and picked up a saw. My stomach turned.

I started throwing my head around trying to escape, but my effort was futile. The clown grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

I could feel the cold blade on my throat. I hold my breath, every muscle in my body tensed, trying not to move.

The clown finally pulled away the saw and pushed my head. I was tired.  

He turned away and walked into another room.

I panicked, and once again, tried to break free. I pulled my hand and broke off the whole handle. Then quickly untied the other hand. As I bent down to untie my legs, the clown came back. His expression turned furious.

As he walked closer to me, I untied my legs as fast as I could, pulled the duct tape off my mouth, and ran away, but didn't make it far, as everything went black again.