God…your head was killing you…

Your body felt so heavy, head fuzzy.

You slowly sat up and looked around…a bed? Some sort of circus tent, small enough to be a room with fairy lights hanging from the top and a small curtain and rod, a small table beside the bed.

You tried to get up but…

Clink

A chain around your wrist…? Huh…?

That food Pierrot had given you…you thought it tasted funny but…

Suddenly the tent’s flaps opened and speak of the devil Pierrot walked in, holding a tray that had a water bottle and a treat you recognized as Brigadeiro. When he noticed you were awake his face lit up in a smile and he set the tray down, sitting on the foot of the bed,

“ah, my dear…you’re awake at last. How I’ve missed seeing the color of your eyes, hearing the sound of your voice.” He reached up, almost to touch your cheek but you pulled away instinctually and his smile turned…turned almost guilty. “Of course…you must be frightened. It’s alright, really, I won’t hurt you…”