I couldn't stop my tears from flowing. Sniffling constantly as I sob. I could practically feel my lips throbbing and pulsating from the pain.

I watched through watery eyes as the clown stared at his supply table, reaching to pick a certain instrument but putting it back, shaking his head. Seeming unable to choose.

"This'll do!"

He smiles, grabbing a scalpel and jamming it in my thigh and slicing down. I scream in agony through my stitches, hurting my throat and lips as I do so. My cries and yells only come out as muffled as he starts to cut more, carving shapes into my skin. The pain was unbearable. I tried to pull myself away, move away from the pain but the restraints were too tight, preventing me from even budging.

"There! Perfect! Now everyone will know who you belong to." He grabs a small hand mirror from the table, holding it up at a certain angle so I could see my leg. He had carved the letters L and J next to each other.

"LJ! You're needed now!"

A voice yells as someone suddenly burst through the door. I quickly glance over to them to see if they would be of any help. But when their eyes meet my painful gaze, they just smirk. It was the guy dressed as an elf I met at the party. Clearly that wasn't a costume either.

"DOESNT ANYBODY KNOCK!"

The clown, I now know named as LJ, slams his hands down on my table, leaving the scalpel there as he turns around in anger. I desperately try and stretch my hand and fingers to reach for the scalpel, but this causes my restrains to rustle, causing him to turn back around. Spotting my reaching right hand.

He growls in annoyance, quickly grabbing something from the table bringing it to my hand. I try to pull away, terrified at what I see. He was holding cutting pliers with large and sharp blades.

He grabs my hand holding it still, bringing the pliers to my index finger and cutting it off with one quick clamp. I shriek out pain as blood gushes from my finger, my back trying to arch as a reaction to the pain.

"Consider that a warning"

LJ snarls. Placing the pliers on the table, turning back around and walking to the door leaving. But the moment he leaves, the weird elf runs up to me, placing the pliers in my good hand.

"This'll be interesting!"

He giggles before disappearing.

I didn't care if it was some kind of trick, this was a way to get out of here, I'm not going to ignore it. Quickly getting a hold of the pliers, I begin to cut my restrains. They just about manage to break the metal without breaking themselves. Freeing my good left hand, I move the pliers to my neck, cutting the leather restraint. Moving around my body, freeing myself completely, my feet being the last to free.

Quickly sitting up, I swing my legs around and jump off the table, however, it was higher than I was expecting, causing my knees and ankles to buckle on impact with the floor, falling with a thud, landing on my right hand, pain shooting through my wound of my missing finger.

Pulling it towards my chest and holding it close, I cry out, trying to stand to my feet. Stumbling over to the table to grab my blood soaked scalpel, bringing it to my mouth to cut open the threads, leaning over the table to look in the mirror as I do so, but the threads were pulled so tightly, it was impossible to do so without cutting my own lips. So I had to grind my teeth and do my best not to scream and draw attention to myself.

Dropping the scalpel on the table, I gasp harshly as blood drips from my lips and hand. My whole body shaking from shock.

COME ON! Don't die now.

I grunt and shake my head, turning and running for the door.