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Clown Game

It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?---------------- This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!

Fat melon · Horror
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228 Chs

Chapter 30 Daily Life

Apartment 603, 6th floor, No. 221 Shell Street.

An old lady was blocking the door, holding a notebook in her hand, and was nagging at Chen Xiao inside the door.

This old lady could be described in four words.

"Fat and square!"

Unfortunately, she always liked to wear girlish clothes, like right now, she was wearing a close-fitting beige coat that bulged roundly at the sleeves and shoulders, and her enormous chest and waist fat created an astonishingly tight crevice. You probably couldn't pull out the notebook even if you tried. The tight jeans below accentuated her soft and huge buttocks, making them very noticeable. Chen Xiao stared at the few threads on the seam that looked perilously stretched, barely daring to breathe, fearing that one forceful move from the old lady could burst her pants open...

Oh, right, she was also wearing light pink lipstick and eyeshadow, how should I put it... um... quite terrifying.