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I pace back and forth in front of Art The Clown. ‘’Look. I know your jokes are funny, but doing that?! That is not okay! You don’t ever mess with my fears, Art!'' I say yelling at him. I turn to him, and he still silently laughs.
‘’Art!’’ I yell. He stops and looks at me, ‘’you can fuck around with other people, not me, you’re lucky that I took you in Artie. You should be fucking grateful!’’ I shout staring at him, he blankly stares at me, that face he makes gives me chills.
‘’Art. Snap the fuck out of it, right now!’’ I put my hand up to slap him, but he grabs my wrists and holds me tightly. ‘’Get the fuck off me!’’ I yell trying to get away, he starts dragging me down to the basement, “ART! NO! STOP!’’ I scream trying to get out of his grasp.
‘’PLEASE!’’ I fall over and he drags me down the stairs, we get to the bottom, and he drags me over to a chair, he sits me down then straps my wrists and feet to the chair. ‘’ART!’’ I scream, I watch him walk over to his ‘tool’ shelf and grab a saw he skips back around the chair and puts the saw to my throat. ‘’WHY ARE YOU TREATING ME LIKE THIS! I DIDN’T FUCKING DO ANYTHING! IT WASN’T EVEN FUCKING FUNNY!’’ I yell trying to back away from the saw.
He pushes the blade into my skin, and I feel blood drizzle out, ‘’Art please,’’ I sob and shake. He stops and kisses me on the cheek, he skips over to a rusted door and swings it open, it’s dark in there, he skips in then drags out a screaming woman. He grabs her and throws her on a concrete table in front of me.
She looks over at me and screams ‘’HELP! ME! PLEASE! DEAR GOD!’’ I stare into her eyes; I feel tears pour down my face. Art straps her down on the table and grabs her waist. He thrusts his dick inside her, ‘’GOD NO! STOP!’’ She screams. He thrusts in and out.
‘’Shut up,’’ I whisper ‘’FUCK, HELP ME!’’ ‘’SHUT THE FUCK UP!’’ I yell at her, ‘’IT WILL ONLY MAKE IT FUCKING WORSE’’ I look at her crying. I look up at Art and he stares at me with that blank look.
I see him slow down his thrusts and pick up the saw. He eyes say to keep watching and don’t look away. Art pushes the woman on her back she looks at Art and screams, a blood-curdling scream. Art brings the saw down to her breasts and tears a deep clean cut from her sternum to her vagina.
I start to hyperventilate but never look away. The table runs red and dark crimson blood drips onto the floor. I look back up at Art and he grabs the woman’s hair and cuts off her head. The sight is sickening but it turns me on, I look at Art the whole time he cuts her head off.
He drops it on the table, and it rolls on to the floor next to my feet. Art walks back over to me and kicks the head away.
He kisses my forehead and signs ‘’At least it wasn’t you sweetheart, I want you to picture that is you.’’ I look up at him then down to my wrists.
He realizes then unbuckles me, I rub my wrists together then stand up. I look up at Art then I punch him and run upstairs.