• I open my eyes. Pain shoots through out my body. I try to scream. But only mumbles break through the duck tape rapped tightly around my mouth. I look slightly up. Alex, tied to his chair, bleeding from the mouth. His shirt is ripped, arms are bruised, cover in scrapes. Right by Alex is the most disturbing creature I’ve ever seen. A clown, teeth as sharp and pointy as wolfs. Eyes, the color of blood. I can’t look at it. I look at my self. Strong rope tied around my. My arms and legs both have bite marks on them… I can’t see clearly. One of the three clowns goes near Alex. The clown cuts his leg. Blood flows out like a water fall. I had not imagined a cut about five centimeters deep can loose that much blood. I stare at Alex’s face, eyes tearing. Tears flow out of my eyes to. Another clown walks toward me. Its eyes beading down at me. I’m weak less, just like Alex. The clown, dress in a happy clown suit (covered in blood) takes out a knife. I wiggle and squirm. I can’t break free. I cry harder every second.

    “Shut up you fool!” the harsh crackling voice of the clown yells at me.

    “I can’t stop moaning,” I say to my self “Help! Help!” I feel blood drip down my nose. “Please some one help us!” I cry harder. The clown puts the knife to my neck. I try to squirm free.