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Clowns

Fucking clowns.

Merry looks out the window, and that’s what she sees – fucking clowns.  Looks like about 5 of ‘em, although the way they’re bouncing and scampering around, it’s hard to count for certain.  There’s some kind of spooky-goofy music blaring from the speakers on top of their stupid pumpkin colored van, and it’s annoying as hell.  It's way too early on Halloween to start this crap. 

Thank god the kiddo's already at school.  Merry can imagine being driven nuts over the clowns, as if the kiddo needed something more besides trick or treating tonight to go hyper.

Apparently they just arrived, and started doing what clowns always do, just piling out of the van and looking stupid doing it.  Merry audibly groans when she sees her mom standing on the sidewalk out front.  Mom must have been on her way over for coffee when the clowns showed up, and she looks delighted as one presents her with a huge balloon with a jack o’lantern face on it.

Shit.  Merry had just found one of Roger's notes too.  She'd come downstairs and there it was, an envelope on the chair.  She'd begun to read it when the commotion outside started.  After work tonight, after trick or treating, Roger wants to play.  Roger wants to play kinky.  Knees weak, Merry could hardly wait.

Merry's mom walks in the door, being careful not to pop her balloon, and three of those fucking clowns bound in behind her.  She’s laughing at them, but Merry is just pissed about them coming in like that.  Before she can order them out of the house, one steps forward and, with a comical floor sweeping bow and tip of the hat, presents Merry with an orange envelope.

Another note?  Things click into place.  More Roger games.

As Merry begins to open the envelope, two clowns rush up and begin to dress her.  One produces a huge old brown jacket, and helps Merry into it despite her protests.  Mom is laughing to see her daughter getting costumed whether she likes it or not, and these guys are not taking ‘no’ for an answer.  Another clown takes the orange envelope and puts it between Merry's teeth, and then she's helped into a big baggy pair of black pants.  Someone else lifts her arms and slides a thick wooden pole through the jacket, holding Merry's arms out like a crucifix. 

Nope.  Like a scarecrow, Merry sees as another begins stuffing straw into the sleeves around her wrists.  Dammit, now she's definitely going to have to dust and vacuum again.  There are at least four clowns dancing around and dressing Merry, constantly getting in each others way.  The pole across her shoulders is uncomfortable, and as she flexes her arms she realizes that somewhere in the confusion her wrists were fastened to the pole. 

Merry parts her lips to protest, and someone pops a set of fake teeth into her mouth.  In an instant, a bladder behind the plastic grin inflates, filling her mouth and effectively gagging her.  When she turns to look at mom again, Merry almost loses her balance because her feet are no longer free, they’re hitched to another pole – this one running down her back.  Mom’s not paying attention anyway, one of the clowns is entertaining her with balloon animal tricks.

A band of some sort is slipped over Merry's forehead and around the bar behind her, and when it’s tightened her head is held still.  Someone places and adjusts a wig to hide the band, followed by a floppy brown hat.  A pair of dark, oversized glasses is set over her nose, and a little quick stage-makeup to rosy up her cheeks finishes the transformation.

A clown on either flank holds Merry upright and turns her towards mom as they all holler “ta-dahhhh” and gesture towards her with flourishes.  Merry tries to struggle, to show her mom that something is wrong here, but she doesn’t suspect any problems and actually applauds the scarecrow ‘costume’. 

Right before mom's eyes, Merry is lifted up and carried out to the van.  The doors are opened and she's laid inside among trunks and cases and bags.  The last thing Merry sees is mom giving one of the clowns a kiss on the cheek, and his exaggerated ‘aw shucks’ reaction.

Ok, the envelope means that this is obviously one of Roger’s games, so Merry's not too worried about it.  In fact, she thinks she knows which clown might be Roger, even through the costumes, confusion, and amazing makeup. 

Only two clowns climb into the van, and as one starts the engine and begins to drive, the other comes into the back with Merry.  She relaxes because yep, it’s the one she'd already figured out was Roger. 

He squats next to Merry, reaches inside her jacket, and gives her breast a firm squeeze.  Merry's nipple instantly hardens against his palm as he massages her. 

Suddenly, with an almost-funny ‘oh shit, I forgot!’ gesture, Roger/Clown magically produces that orange envelope.  With more of those stupid hand flourishes, he finishes opening it and extracts the paper inside.  He expresses surprise as he ‘reads’ the note, and then holds the paper in front of Merry for her to read.

The paper is blank. 

That happy grin gazing down on Merry doesn’t look so harmless anymore.  Looking closer, she sees a million tiny differences in the features under the greasepaint, and she's suddenly convinced that this isn’t Roger.

He reaches down and begins mauling her breasts again.  Merry struggles as much as she can (not much), and wonders what the fuck is going on.  What the fuck is going to happen to her? 

Getting right in her face, the clown starts talking to Merry.  All she can do is stare back, wide eyed, as he speaks.  “I’m going to remove your gag now.  If you speak, I’ll hit you.  If you yell, I’ll break your jaw.  If you disobey in any way, I will choke you unconscious, then revive you, and I will keep doing that over and over and over until I get tired of hurting you, at which point you die.  Blink twice if you understand.”

Carefully and deliberately, Merry blinks twice.

He settles back a little and fiddles with the gag.  The bladder deflates, and he pops it out of her mouth.  Merry licks dry lips with a drier tongue, and breathes deeply.  He speaks again, “There is no reason for you to get hurt, IF you do everything you are told to do.”

Two blinks.

He grins that hideous clown smile at Merry and cruelly pinches a nipple.  “I knew you were a fast learner.”

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