Look for an alternative route

Searching around the room for help Leanne saw a window on the far side of the room. Quickly she rushed towards it, giving the creature a wide berth on her way past. Reaching the window she pushed hard but it didn't move. She pushed again, harder, but still the window refused to open.

Leanne glanced back in a panic. The clown was still guarding the door while the demonic beast was slowly bounding its way towards her. Its short legs unable to move fast, giving her more time to look for another option.

She moved on to the next window. With a push Leanne was overjoyed to see it move. She pressed against it with all her might and slowly the window squeaked open. She dragged a nearby chair into position and climbed up. The opening was small and no amount of extra **** could make it wider. With little time Leanne had to make it work and began to squeeze her head through the gap, followed by her shoulders. As she tried to **** the rest of her body through the window there was a gasping at her rear. First she felt sharp claws against her stockinged thighs and then a horrible wetness on her exposed pussy.

"Nooo! Oh God nooo!!" screamed Leanne. The creature’s tongue was sliding its way inside her wetness. Easing between her lips and tasting her forming juices. She struggled ever more frantically but the teasing of her snatch made the task more difficult.

Eventually Leanne's incessant squirming wriggled her free of the confined space and she dropped to the ground ahead of her. She span around to face the window but could only see a pair of hands clawing at the opening as a cry of despair sounded from inside.

Not wanting to give the creature time to figure its way out, Leanne was quickly to her feet and looking at her new surroundings. She was outside at what appeared to be the side of Rosefield Manor. The grounds stretched out in front of her to a bushy hedge some distance ahead separated them from the rest of the world. The mid-afternoon October air was chilly and she felt it swirl under her short dress. Tingling against her bare pussy. Still slick with the thing's saliva.

Leanne's options were limited. She didn't want to stand around all day. Not in the cold and with that thing so close. She looked around her, trying to think.