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Chapter 11 by brambank brambank

What should Leanne try now?

Just go naked

Leanne decided to just get out of there before anyone saw her. Things were starting to go from bad to worse and she was growing more **** to get out of Rosefield Manor which each new encounter. Whilst she wasn’t sure if it was the best idea, maybe finding Abbie, the girl from earlier, would be her best bet. That would be an interesting meeting after everything that had happened.

She stepped cautiously into the corridor. Walking around naked was beginning to feel almost natural by now and, while she didn’t want to meet another person, she wouldn’t have felt as awkward as she might have a few hours ago.

Suddenly she heard a strange noise that made her stop. Listening carefully the only sound was her heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat. Then she heard it again. A kind of metallic clanking noise. A creaking. Almost a cry. It could have just been the old heating system struggling to activate. The pipes working hard as they came to life.

Whatever it was the sound had soon gone again and Leanne was once more surrounded by an eerie silence. She continued on her route, but as she rounded the next corner she spotted a figure up ahead.

It was the guy in the creepy clown costume from earlier. She stared at him silently, noticing just how disturbing the whole outfit was. Everything from the slightly tattered clothes to the dark stains and even the hideous mask with the sinister grin. ‘Wait! The mask!’ Leanne suddenly realised if she could see the face then he was facing her direction and could likely see her too. And that meant everything from her pert, naked tits to her tight, shaven pussy.

She ducked back around the corner and held her breath. The clown had been some distance away. Maybe he hadn’t seen her. She plucked up enough courage to check. However, the figure was still there facing her direction. He hadn’t moved but surely he’d seen her.

Leanne backed away again. She began to panic as she leant against the wall. Her tight bare rear pressed against the cool surface. She wondered what to do. What if was coming for her? What would he do if he caught her? Should she run? Her need to know soon got the better of her and she peered around the corner once more.

The hallway was empty. The clown gone and no sign of another person. With some trepidation Leanne crept out, easing further along as she listened carefully for any sounds. Once she reached the area where the clown had been she looked around her. She was at the end of the corridor with only two options to continue.

In front of her was the lift and to the side were the stairs.

Which should Leanne choose?

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