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!
Chapter 37 Sticky Task Seven
"Hiss~" That thing made a sound similar to the friction of hard objects, perhaps because Old Zhao's "compression cannon" had been so loud, it was clearly frightened,
Captain Li knew that what he was seeing was the "mistress" of the room, but to be honest, her current appearance was so far from that of a "woman" that she didn't even qualify as "human."
Her face was still somewhat intact, which was the only reason Captain Li could vaguely recognize her, but the skin below her neck had completely shriveled and rotted away, pus oozing around the sores like that of a starved peasant, left to let their body ferment, disgustingly enough. Worse was her belly, stretched to an extreme size beyond limits, the skin so thin it looked like a layer of flesh film, lumpy from the densely packed egg sacs inside, like a spider's overstuffed abdomen, inexplicably holding together without bursting.