Flee

It was stupid, she knew that, the audience probably knew that, if her pursuer could see her, he'd probably know that too, but there was no way she was sticking around to meet him. She rushed over to the window and tried to open it, cursing to herself as she found it was not designed to open, possibly to prevent her from doing something stupid like trying to climb out and getting herself hurt, but she was not deterred. She looked around the room with half crazed eyes before they fell on the TV. She grunted slightly as she picked it up, chucking it out the window, shattering the glass. The footsteps paused at the sound, before starting to speed up, no longer a leisurely strolling. She did her best to avoid the shards of glass as she started to climb out, wincing as she scraped her leg and ripped her already revealing dress. She saw the door open, and through the eyeholes of the mask she first saw confusion and then alarmed concern in her pursuers eyes, he put his hands up and started to back away from the doorway as Penelope weighed her options. She could try to climb down to the first floor, but it was a ways down... or she could try to reach the roof, she could probably grab the gutter and pull herself up... but she wasn't sure if she could manage it, even if the gutter was sturdy enough, and her shoulder wasn't still less than perfect from the car accident she was here to pay off in the first place... then there was always the option of giving up... and going back inside... with the horny lunatic... with the giant cock... that would permanently rearrange her guts... and then get passed around by every member of the cast and crew of the show...