When I finalized my safety signal to Jackson, three people appeared from the trees around me, all wearing clown masks.

Shit... I'm all alone this time... and Jackson thinks I'm safe.

I backed up, ready to point my gun but I remember what Jackson said, "don't point unless you plan to shoot." I kept backing away as they approached me.

My head felt fuzzy and I couldn't focus on what was happening.

Chills ran through my entire body as I felt hands rest on my shoulders. The person started massaging me and gave an evil chuckle worth a hundred screams.

What.. what the fuck...

"What's a little boy like you doing out here all alone? Shooting off a gun for no reason?" he whispered in my ear, though it was muffled by his mask. His hand grazed down my arm and snatched my gun out of my hands.

God damn it why am I frozen. Why can't I move?

"I-it was my safety signal... To my friend," I stated as I tried to finally move but his grip was too strong.

"Well you're not very safe now, so the signal was usless wasn't it?" he said threateningly. My breathing became uneven as I saw the other clowns getting closer.

"I-" I couldn't finish speaking.

"We don't need any words from you dollface," he said as his hand brushed against my neck. I felt his hands slowly snake around my body and his dominant hand went around my mouth. His other went around my waist. "So obedient, doesn't even make a sound, like a little mouse," he chuckled. "But I can feel you shaking," he whispered in my ear. "I don't mind it, it feels nice in my hands to feel you shake in fear."

The other clowns walked passed me and headed off somewhere else.

I'm going to die. This is the night I die. These clowns are gonna fucking shoot me or torture me or some sick shit like that.

"Will you be my little obedient mouse? I promise I'll treat you just right," he said, his voice laced with sadism.

"Ah-" my voice cracked slightly as he gripped my throat.

He chuckled again. "Follow me mouse," he said letting go of my throat and handcuffed me in the front. He grabbed the chain and dragged me to follow him.

Honestly these have got to be some of David's guys... I'm surprised he was able to get people to even work with him.God I'm so weak why didn't I just shoot?

"Look Mr. Clown, if you're working for David, I guarantee whatever he promised you he can't actually get you, I can act-"

"Who's David?" the leader clown asked, not even looking at me.

"David Sanchez?" I said questioning.

"Don't know who that is," he said and continued.

"Then why are you taking me?" I asked.

He stopped and pulled the chain closer to him and he faced me, "because I felt like it."

"Oh..." I said and he walked again, yanking me along. I continued following. "Where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere over the rainbow..." he sang.

Oh nice! he's batshit.

We finally got to a house and he pulled me to him and lifted my arms up, causing me to stand on my tip toes. "Welcome home cupcake," he chuckled, then opened the door. He pushed me inside and I stood in the middle of the living room. I looked all around at the cheap wooden walls and the dusty worn out furniture. The chipped paintings reminded me of an abandoned mansion of sorts, along with the old lamps he had in there. He switched one on and held out his arms, "like it?"

"Uhm... Yeah I guess so," I said nervously, shuffling my feet around.

"You guess so?" he said and moved his head back in disbelief. "You guys can go, I want time alone with my cupcake." the other three clowns left and locked the door behind them.

I am alone with this man and I don't even know what he looks like yet.

"On your knees," he said to me.

"What?" I asked shocked and backed away from him.

He yanked me back to him and pulled out my gun then pointed it to my head and cocked it, "On. Your. Knees." I gasped and gulped. I slowly got down on my knees and looked up at him, waiting for whatever else he was going to say. "Open your mouth," he said and patted my cheek with the gun.

"W-what..." I asked.

"Did I stutter?" He said angrily. I opened my mouth and he pushed the gun into it. I had tears in a split second and closed my eyes tightly. "Did I say to close your eyes?" he asked. I opened my eyes reluctantly and looked up at him again, tears coming down slowly.

"There are those big brown eyes," he muttered and let out a hitched laugh. I coughed and winced slightly in pain as I accidentally bit the barrel of the gun. He let out a wicked laugh, "maybe I'll actually keep you around." he pulled the gun out of my mouth and put it in his waistband. I sighed relieved and slumped down, looking at the floor.

I cannot believe I just stared death in the face. My own gun in my mouth by a masked clown.

"So, what's your name?" the clown asked.

"M-Marti," I let out in a shaky voice.

He chuckled, "I love the way you speak Marti," he said as he sat down on the chair.

"I- uh, thank you," I said and stared at the carpet.

He's gonna kill me... what can I do. How can I get out of this. Maybe I can run. Run and just keep running until I'm out of the forest at least.

"Come here," he said snapping me from my thoughts.

I have to listen to him and he won't hurt me.

I pushed myself up, stood up and walked over to him. I looked at him and he patted his lap. "Huh?" I asked.

He snatched my cuffs and pulled towards him, causing me to fall into his lap. His gloved hand ran up my back, the back of my neck, then through my hair. I gasped at his touch, "m-mr. Clown please," I begged. He massaged my head gently and snaked his other arm around my body, pulling me close to him. I put my hands on his chest finally while panting and he chuckled.

"New to being touched?" he asked slyly.

"O-of course not," I said, kind of lying.

"Oh you're not?" the clown asked, gripping my hair, pulling my head back. I let out a gasp of surprise.

"Ah- yes I'm not new to it!" I let out.

"We'll see about that," the clown said and pushed me off of him, he stood up and pulled me up and pressed his body against mine, gave me an evil chuckle.

So much is happening at once...

He yanked me by the chain to another area, a bedroom. I pulled back and got out of his grasp.

Finally!

I ran for the door but the door needed a key to be unlocked. "No no," I winced to myself as I was jiggling the door handle. I turned my head slowly to see the clown standing there with his arms crossed. I couldn't see his face but I could tell he wasn't amused.

Try again.

I kept trying to get the door open but nothing, it had to have a key. He put his hand on my shoulder, I turned around and put my back against the door, he pushed his body against mine. "Mr. Clown, I-" I couldn't finish. His hands slammed against the door above my head. He pressed himself against me until I was being squished against him and the door. I looked up at him and he pulled his mask to reveal his lips.

"But I love him dearly," he whispered to me harshly.

My eyes widened in shock.

"You... T-The boardwalk... The note..." I said shocked as can be.

He chuckled, "surprise."

Was this a prank? Maybe he's not going to hurt me after all..?

I let out a sigh of relief, "Oh-oh my god, you... you were scaring me so much, I-I thought you were going to hurt me. Or rape me, or something horrible. I was honestly so worried." I let out a slight laugh.

"Who says I'm not?" he said, sounding serious.

"You can't be serious right now..." I let out weakly with chills running down my spine again.

What kind of sick game is this guy playing? Why me?

"I'm not letting you leave," he said and put his hand on my throat. I got goosebumps from the silk fabric. He pulled off his mask completely to reveal his jet black hair, dark blue eyes, and gorgeous facial structure. "Who says I won't hurt you," his hand moved down my body. "Or won't do something horrible to you," his hand moved into my pant line. My face went red as I tried to get away but he had me pinned. He leaned into my ear and kissed it, "who says I won't take advantage of you?"

"B-but," I gasped slightly at feeling his gloved fingers moving around my skin, moving to my hip and gripping it. I let out a yelp and jerk my body slightly. I close my eyes tightly. "G-get it over with already," I said, trying to sound strong.

"Oh no," he chuckled, "you shouldn't have said that."

I glared up at him, "why not?" He said nothing, just smirked at me. Just lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder with ease. I didn't fight it, I let him carry me to the room from before. I felt my body being thrown down and luckily I hit a soft bed. When I opened my eyes, he was standing at the door.

He closed the door behind him, locked it and crawled over me. He looked into my eyes and ran his fingers up my arm. I looked away and focused on the wall.

"Look at me." He demanded.

I ignored him and continued focusing on the wall.

"Look at me!" he yelled at me.

I flinched but I still didn't look at him. He grabbed my face and pulled my face to him. He pressed his lips against mine and licked my bottom lip. I let out a heavy breath. He continued kissing me and his gloved hands moved down my body, I felt his finger tips push into my shirt, then slowly going up to my chest.

"M-mr. Clown please don't," I begged.

I arched my back slightly at his touch and he stopped suddenly. "Stay put," he whispered in my ear. He got up and went out of the room. I sat up and quickly looked around disoriented from what just happened, there was a window. I ran to the window immediately and tried to pry it open.

Yes! I got it.

I jumped up and out the window, then bolted. I ran past trees, around and tried to find my way around here. I have no idea where I am. I panicked as I heard footsteps coming towards me. I hid behind a tree and glanced around the tree, almost immediately I felt my body being shoved against it. I looked back and it was a different clown from before.

"You failed," the clown laughed and then dragged me back to the house and gave three knocks.

"Thank you for returning him to me, Oliver," the leader said and grabbed me by my hair and threw me down on the carpet, "did you think it'd be that easy to get away?" He stepped over me and linked something to my handcuffs, another chain. "Now you get punishment, you can never ever leave now," he said harshly.

"What happens if my parents come looking for me? It'd probably be best to just let me go," I tried convincing him.

He let out a dark chuckle, and pinned me to the floor, he said in my face, "your parents won't come looking for you, they'll assume you went on an adventure maybe, you're out of the house a lot and come home late. I've heard there's been times where you didn't come home for a month, and they didn't worry one bit. And they love adventures too I noticed and they go on them, with no warning to you of course."

"How-" I started. He sat back up and gave out a psychotic laughter.

He leaned back down into my face and gripped my chin, "I know everything, I know what you eat, I know when you sleep, when you shower, shit, change your clothes. I know everything about you Marti and you can't stop anything that's going to happen." he grinned at me.

"But w-why me, shouldn't you have kidnapped a pretty girl or something?" I asked.

"I don't find girls to be pretty." he stated. "Just you." I looked at him surprised.

"So what, y-you're gay?" I asked blushing slightly.

"Why does that matter?" he asked irritated.

"I-I mean it doesn't really matter... I-I don't know why I even bothered asking... to.. to be honest," I answered.

He glared into my eyes and stood up straight then grabbed the chain. "Follow me."

I stood up and followed him to the same bedroom I had escaped out of.

"Take off your clothes."

"I-I can't while I'm chained up like this..." I explained, trying to find an excuse to not do that.

He pulled my boots off of me and threw them to the side and pushed me on the bed and pulled off my jeans which I struggled to try and keep on. He pinned the chain back behind my head and ripped my pants down with his other hand and got them off completely. "I-I," I protested but he repinned me down and traced his fingers down my stomach making me jump.

"Ticklish?" he asked while running his cold finger along my skin again. I jumped again and looked away with a blush appearing on my face, "So cute," he said and sat on top of me. He whispered to me, "no worries, I won't hurt you, unless you disobey me."

What's going to happen to me after he's done though?

He moved his hand up my body and grasped my throat, I gulped. "I feel as though Marti," he kissed my neck, making me moan quietly. "You've never really been touched by another human. I feel as though you've lied to me."

"I-I haven't lied I promise," I said.

"Have you been touched by a man or a woman?" he asked, staring into my eyes.

"W-Why does that matter?" I asked, not able to look him directly in the eye.

"Because I fucking asked!" he yelled at me, squeezing my throat. "I'm a curious man."

I coughed, "A-a woman!"

He let go of my throat and stood on his knees above me. He stared down at me as I covered my face.

"You are such a liar."

My blood ran cold and I looked away from him. He smirked at me, "so having a guy being in love with you is very new huh? Little virgin~"

"I-I'm not a fucking virgin... but no I've never b-been with a guy," I flinched as the back of his hand brushed against my cheek. "Besides I'm gay," I finally admitted angrily.

"Hmm... I knew that," he said chuckling I looked at him and he smirked, "I just wanted you to admit it," he pinched my cheek, "my cute little virgin," I glared at him then he jumped up, "If you leave again I'll just strangle you to death while fucking you senseless, got it?" He said with a big smile as he was heading out the door. I gulped and nodded my head. He came back with a chair he set it down and came over to me. He uncuffed me and sat me in the chair and recuffed me to the chair. "I want to show you something fun." He moved the tv to my way and turned it on then placed a vhs tape in the tv.

Am I in the 90s? Why the fuck does this guy have a tv with a VHS player inside of it?

I stared as it showed a female sitting in a chair, covered in blood, her mouth duct taped and she was tied down with rope. I looked down at the chair I was sitting in.

Wh-What the hell is this?!

I could hear her screaming through the tape and shaking trying to get loose. "She was my first love." He stated. "But she ran away and almost got me caught, so I had to get rid of her." He started laughing, "I knew women weren't to be trusted after her, she claimed she loved me back but she didn't. We were supposed to have a baby together. Do you understand how upset I was when she kept telling me she didn't want a baby yet? She told me she was scared." He paused and stood up straight then fast forwarded the video. He's a lunatic, why is he making me watch this?!

It showed her in a different light, hanging upside down and a giant slit in her stomach. "Trevor, please don't do this..." I heard her begging him.

His name is Trevor.

The video feed shows him walking over to her and slitting her throat slowly.

This is horrible. The gushing of blood and the sounds together could make a grown man weep with disgust.

"Oh my god," I whispered and felt my whole body becoming light and airy. I looked up at the man with fear. He was watching the video with a wicked smile on his face.

"C'mon Marti, this is the best part," he said and pointed. I reluctantly looked at the tv again and saw him stab her in the eye with a piece of metal and pull it out, taking her eyeball out of it's socket and him throwing it on the ground. I gasped and stared in complete horror. Her blood curling screams filled the air once more and her begging got more intense.

I saw in the video her stomach gushing more blood as her organs seemed to spill out. "Trevor!" She screamed in horror and started coughing, coughing up blood and he laughed in the video.

"We were supposed to get married Lively, You didn't want to marry me. You wanted to get rid of our child. I was excited no matter if it was a boy or a girl. You know my love, I would've taken care of both of you." he leaned down to her and yelled, "you know I would've taken care of both of you! but you just want to leave and why?!"

I watched the lady in the video and she stopped moving, her mouth agape, and her eyelids open and they looked gone. She was dead. I saw Trevor in the video slap her face, "useless," he stated. He turned off the video and leaned in front of me. "Are you going to be like that wench?" He asked me.

"N-No no I-I promise I won't be like her at all," I said and shook in fear.

He gave me a genuine smile, "good Marti... I love you." He grabbed my face and kissed my forehead.

He got a call and answered a flip phone, "what's up?" , "Yeah." , "Okay I'll be there soon."

He turned to me, "stay here or bad things will happen," he said with a smile and kissed my cheek, he cuffed my handcuffs to the bed so I couldn't get loose at all.

I watched him put on his clown mask and grab a huge knife and walk outside the room with it. I heard him close the door and lock it behind him. I sighed as I sat back on the bed and contemplated everything going on. My mind ran in circle all night replaying everything that happened.

Why me? Why is this happening to me of all people?