The Carnival (A CREEPYPASTA FAN FICTION)

Chapter 12

I grabbed a bundle of clothes without looking, and headed toward the showers. I'm a little scared, it's normal to be scared right? Like I kidnapped and tortured a lot of people, wouldn't the perfect time to get back at me when I'm naked and my guard is down. Well I can't not shower forever.

I open the door to the bathroom, close it quickly, and lock it. I strip quickly and step into the warm water, already relieved that all the dirt and grime was washing off of me. I heard the door open and close quickly, but maybe it's just my imagination, but then I heard it again. Turning the faucet off, I pulled back the curtain. No one was there. As I continued looking around I realized that my clothes went there either. This. Can't. Be. Happening!

     I stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel from the rack. Wrapping it around my body I did a once over, just in case I put my clothes somewhere else. But alas they weren't there. I had to decide to if I was going to leave butt naked, or just wait for a miracle. Ahhhhhhhh I was sure I brought clothes into the bathroom. I can't fucking believe this is happening. I felt something warm slide down my arm, I look over hoping nothing bad happened. Blood. The porcelain wall was shattered. When did I do that? I've decided that I need to get back to my room right now. I grabbed two more towels, wrapping one around my hair, and wrapping the other one around my hand.

I put my good hand on the door and twist that handle, but then I remember something. Didn't I lock the door when I came in? Wearily I opened the door, waiting for someone to jump me. Nothing happened. I pulled the door the rest of the way, as quick as I could, and ran to the room they assigned me.

I blindly grabbed for the door handle while checking behind me, you know just in case. What I didn't expect was that there was no handle at all. Panicking I ran back to the bathroom, but the door was locked too. Before I could process it my face was pushed into the wall, I held onto my towel hoping it wouldn't fall.

"Finally I got you alone," he paused, I could feel him sniff my hair. "I thought you'd never get away from that tiny girl." He pulled on my towel, which only made me hold it tighter.

"What do you want?" I tried to sound confident.

"Oh I just want you my darling." I could feel his breath on my neck, as he grabbed my butt.

"Who are y-you?" I asked cursing myself for stuttering.

"Oh I'll tell you, but you'll have to do something for me." He moved his hands from my butt to my breasts.

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered, scared if I raised my voice. I know I shouldn't be, but I always feel powerless when ever this happened.

"Because your beautiful, and your a slut. You deserve to be fucked." When he said that I began to cry, at first I tried to keep it silent. I let out a loud sob. "Ha ha ha I love when they cry."

At that I snapped it didn't matter who this sicko was I had to get away. I elbowed him hard in what I hoped was his face and made a run towards my door. I ran in to it, and it opened. Before the man could follow me in I closed the door and sat in front of it. Before I knew it I was crying.

Thanks for reading chapter 12. Sorry for the slow updates, I got a summer job and I have writers block. And I'd like to thank @Lizzie_Nix10 and taotro for getting me to write this.