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12/17/2021

As you scream, you lurch away from the clown and your head dives below the water. Hot, sudsy water flows into your fragile lungs. You cough and it does not help.

The clown's hand is on your chest. It pushes you below the water. Everything burns. You thrash. It does not help, the clown is stronger.

"I didn't want to hurt you," the clown says softly, his voice is low and raspy.

You push against him. Naked and afraid, you fight for your life.

You lose.

The clown's lips pull into a small smile.

He leaves your body in the bath.

When, hours later, you are found, you are an almost unrecognizably prune of a body. It really is quite gross.