Ensnared within the baleful threads of confinement, you found yourself helpless in a surreal nightmare. A prisoner to the unsettling whims of a clown’s twisted celebration.

Each knot was a silent testimony to restraint, one that chained you to the wooden sentinel. A throne of captivity. Leaving you completely defenseless and vulnerable at the man’s mercy.

Tendrils of darkness coiled around. Yet amidst the carnival of balloons, the flickering flames of birthday candles danced about. Casting ephemeral whispers of light that dimly reflected onto your faces. Offering a lusterless beacon of solitary within the hushed embrace of tenebrosity.

In the stillness of the room, the only melody that occupied the air was the uneasy symphony of shallow breaths and the faint unnerving creaks of the floorboards as the clown drew near. Draped in eccentric attire, the man brandishes a grotesque grin. A smirk that displays a sinister intent.

With a twisted jest painted upon his lips, the macabre clown presented a sickly sweet confection that was adorned with garnish decorations. His scarlet gloved hand then slowly extended and gently offered a spoonful of sugary temptation.

“Open wide~”