Twisty The Clown Without Mask Novels & Stories

I tried to twist my wrist out of the chain, but ended up hissing because of the bruise. I frantically looked around. "You're finally awake." I almost jumped at the familiar disgusting voice and looked over my shoulder, only to find the clown walking towards me with a priest next to him. They walked in front of me. The priest looked shaken and nervous, and the clown was ironically dressed in a tuxedo. His nose was back in its place, and his face was covered with bandages. His under eyes were already purple. He should be in the hospital instead of here.

Two masked men stormed in. “Get her!” Clara screamed, trying to bolt, but one of them caught her by the arm. “Let go of me!” They threw her onto the couch, struggling to subdue her. “Who are you? What do you want?!” “We’re under orders. You shouldn’t have run, Clara.” “I didn’t run from anyone!” she spat, clawing at one of their faces. “Let me go! You’re making a mistake!” “No mistake,” one muttered, tying her wrists with a zip tie. “You made your choice the moment you laid with another man.”

I thought to myself, “what the hell is a girl my age - dressed like that - doing trick-or-treating? But those thoughts quickly went away. I saw the man dressed as a clown go to drop candy into her bag, but then he quickly grabbed her and pulled her inside of the house. Then the tape went black. When it came back, I saw her standing - much as I had been earlier - with her hands bound above her head. Her feet were bare, but otherwise she was still clothed. I could hear the sound of her whimpering softly as she took in her surroundings and then heard her softly call out 'hello' a few times. Then the clown appeared in the frame. HOLY SHIT! There was no mistaking it! It was him. He stood in front

"I made the decision to spend some time out of town. to clear my head, as you know. That evening I visited a bar. Though it was not my regular scene, I wanted to briefly forget everything. Isabella leaned forward, her interest aroused. "Go on." Flash back The packed dimly lit bar had the murmur of chatter merging with the bass-heavy music. Sharon sat at the counter sipping her drink; the weight of her recent heartbreak hurt her heart. From next to her, a deep voice questioned, "Rough day?" She turned to find a man with a confident smile and sharp blue eyes. He was naturally handsome. his well-fitting suit suggested authority and riches.

Theodore replied calmly, "Even if you wear a mask and more makeup, I'd still recognize you." Hearing this, my face suddenly felt warm. The makeup artist quickly added a few more strokes to my makeup and brought out the costume I had requested—a clown outfit. I asked, "Is Cliff here?" Theodore's expression soured slightly at the mention of Cliff. He replied indifferently, "I don't know." Third Person's POV Meanwhile, in Todd Group's office, Cliff was staring at the badge he had received earlier, lost in thought. Elliot said, "Alpha Cliff, M Group is hosting a masked ball at the Night Club tonight. Everyone is required to wear a mask. It's said that... Kendrick will make an appearance. Should

“Let’s hear that sweet, sultry voice of yours.” “You’re a coward,” I rasped, my throat burning. My glare was sharp, even as my body trembled. “Why else would you hide behind a mask? If you’re so heartless, show me your face.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Nice try, Clara,” he said, his eyes gleaming behind the mask. “I’ll give you a five for effort. Satisfied?” I sucked in shaky breaths, my throat too dry to keep arguing.

"You!" Tales swung the metal tube with force, aiming for the man, but the latter showcased remarkable agility. The man twisted and turned, gracefully avoiding each attempt with swift movements. His dodges were precise, narrowly escaping the metallic threat. The room echoed with the sounds of swishes and clashes as the two engaged in a dynamic dance of attack and evasion. Despite the man's skillful dodging, the tension heightened with each passing moment, leading to the eventual and slight contact on his shoulder.

“But you’re still asking for more. You really are a pain slut.” He puts the wheel down and picks up a different toy — a thick glass wand with a bulbous end. He runs it over my clamped pussy lips, letting the cold glass tease me. Then he presses the bulb against my clit and starts moving it in slow circles. The pressure combined with the clamps makes me whimper. He keeps the pressure steady, rubbing and pressing until my legs start trembling uncontrollably.

It would make me sick and the last thing I need is to puke up on him. He pulled away and wanted to sing hallelujahs for that. He adjusted his tie with a smug smile on his face and his eyes flashing with mischief. “See you downstairs,” he pecked my lips and left. As soon as he did I wiped off my lips with the wipes then reapplied my lipstick. He makes me sick trust me. Smile Maia. Remember to smile. Keep smiling. You don’t always get a chance to be out often so this is your . My subconscious recited enthusiastically as I walked out of the closet switching off the lights as I did.

I indeed considered that a godsend miracle. I thanked the guy up in the sky after parking the car on the block of the nightclub. I walked into the club. Collen was standing near the main exit. He took me to the place where all the show was taking place, which was not the private cabin as I thought. They were in the middle of the dance floor. Every single person around them was whispering, some were laughing. Everyone was holding their phone. I didn’t need to check their phone to know that the cameras were open; they already captured a video of the circus on these phones. Tomorrow night, or maybe a second after this, everything would be viral on social media. With hashtags and captions.