Book it, baby

“Fuck this, and fuck you,” you spit with defiance, removing your hand from his dick and headbutting the man clean on the nose. The mask helped. You weren’t staying here a moment longer, that was for sure. Now, it was time to take your chances. You darted from your seat and ran towards the stage. There had to be a way out through the back.

The three security guards immediately took after you and thus the chase was truly on. After sprinting down the stairs to the stage you leapt onto the platform. A hand grabbed your leg and tried to drag you off the stage before you could get to your feet. His grip was strong, you weren’t going to break free without assistance. Fortunately the thing was right in front of you.

You didn’t have time to deliberate so you did what any sane person would do in that situation. So you grabbed that giant dildo and smacked the shit out of the man who was holding onto you with it.

The clown bitches' juices blinded the man, leaving you to wonder just how horny all those ladies had been. Nevertheless, he let go of you to wipe his eyes, leaving you free to scramble to your feet and run off stage.

One of the clown girls tried to get in your way but she was far easier to manage than the man, and you pushed her away with ease.

The corridors in the back were even more dimly lit than the rest of the tent, only sporadically brightened by weak red bulbs dangling along the ceiling. You had no idea if there really was an exit back here, but you had committed. You could hear a stampede of steps behind you, so there was definitely no turning back now.

Finally, the corridor opened up, but outside it did not lead. Instead, it lead to a backroom full of stage costumes. But there was more than that. Right at the centre of that room, turning to face you upon your entry, was something you shouldn't have seen.