It was pitch black, and Taylor’s hands were tied. She could feel the thick duct tape cementing her hands together. They’d been taken somewhere. More like dragged. The clowns found their hiding spot. They hardly had time to think and form an escape plan. One of them was stabbed repeatedly… Jessica.
In the darkness, she heard someone grunting.
“Hello?” Taylor dared.
“Blondie?”
Oh, it was him, Taylor sighed, “Yeah.”
“Tied up?”
“Yeah…”
“You ok?”
Taylor’s lip trembled. Of course, she wasn’t, but it was cute of him to ask.
“Why did they take us? Did you see anything?” she asked.
When they captured, the clowns used bags to cover their faces. Their hands were bound and suddenly they were thrown into a dark room.
“Nah, but I’m getting sick of being kidnapped,” Blake said, “Are you ok?”
“You already asked me that…”
“I know.”
His voice sounded genuine, unlike his usual sarcastic tone. Taylor wished she could see his face or at least where he was in the room. Her eyes didn't adjust at all. It was dark, a little cold, and the floor was metal. The only thing she could spot was a very tiny blinked red light. It couldn't have been much of anything. She decided to stand slowly, just in case she would hit her head on something.
It also smelled faintly of body odor, or like the inside of a McDonald's playpen.
“You still haven’t answered.”
“I’m uncertain,” she said, “I…”
“Can you walk?”
“Um… yeah I guess.”
“Find me. I’d rather not wait for our doom alone.”
Taylor heard him getting on his feet. They couldn't be too far from each other. She walked forward and hit something. It was a bar, and by the feel of it it wasn't straight across like normal. It was rounded. She followed alongside it until she ended up hitting a body next.
Her instinct was to squeal, but Blake confirmed it was him, “Woah, it’s just me, promise.”
Taylor sighed deeply.
“What the hell is this bar for?”
“Beats me…” Taylor said, “I don’t understand… they killed Jessica, but let us live?”
“Oh, I doubt they’re letting us skip off home just yet, babe.”
Bright colorful blinding lights suddenly appeared all around them, along with obnoxiously loud eardrum-bursting party music. Taylor moved to cover her ears, but couldn’t, forgetting to duct tape. They looked wildly around them, and Taylor realized in horror where they were.
The ride had several different names, depending on the fair, but the concept was the same. It was based off Gravitron, a round shaped capsule where people stood against the walls while the capsule spun at incredible speeds, forcing people or objects to press up against the walls.
However, this ride was a bit different. The walls were covered in gnarly silver barbed wire and razor blades like someone had taken a nasty staple gun and created an entire fence of torture. And that’s exactly what it was.
“Well, shit,” Blake said.
A hand ran its fingers through the back of Taylor’s long hair. At first, she rolled her eyes, thinking Blake was being inappropriately playful, but he was also still tied up. She whipped around and was face to face with one of the devilish clowns. He laughed and laughed at her shocked expression, and reached out to grab her.
“Woah!” Blake nudged her backward, but they both came to a halt. They didn't have a lot of wiggle room in here. It was a wonder and luck they didn't bump into the walls when the lights were off earlier.
The clown’s white stained face twisted in amusement. He lifted his hand that was covered in a white Mickey Mouse looking glove and hovered over a big red button on a dashboard in front of him. Oh, Taylor thought, the controls were always in the center of the room…
The music changed to another upbeat song, and the floor started to move. Both Taylor and Blake toppled over onto each other. Taylor struggled to sit back up, but they were both starting to roll with the movement of the room.
“Hang on to the bars!” Blake shouted.
“With what free hands?” she retorted.
“Not hands.” He wrapped his feet around the bar, looking pretty silly, but it worked. Taylor tried to reach the bar, but her legs were almost too short.
“Wrap your legs around me, then!”
Taylor scowled.
“Oh, come on!” Blake urged.
She did as he said and managed to wrap her legs around his waist. Not they were forming a two-man train. The speed in the room was increasing. Taylor could feel pressure started to pull her backward. Her face was flattening and her back was starting to lean.
“How do we get out of this!” Taylor tried speaking with her lips compressed.
Blake didn't have an answer. They were spinning so fast now, that Taylor’s behind was starting to rise. Blake was literally acting as an anchor now, but the anchor was only as good as the strength of Blake’s legs not giving out and keeping to the bar.
Nausea was starting to kick in. The speed was too high now, and it was like being inside of a blender. They were dizzy and their heads were getting heavier and heavier, tempting them to collapse behind them.
Taylor’s wrap around Blake’s front unraveled. For a split second it was like she was flying, and then… WHAM. Her body was smashed against the fence of razor blades. She screamed for a while and then stopped.
Blake cursed over and over, wishing he could turn around and see her, wishing his hands weren't tied so he could’ve grabbed onto her, but she fell away. The sound her body made was unpleasant and he knew she’d been cut badly, but he couldn't see if she was alright or dying. He roared at the clown still casually standing in the middle of the control booth.
Blake’s body would give way soon too if he didn't act fast. If he could get to the red button, somehow stop the clown, then he could check on the blonde chick. There was a chance she was alive, right?
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