Behind his laugh

And now part 2....

I tug at the ropes.

They are tied tight.

No chance of escape.

No hope.

He walks over to a record player.

I hear a scratch of it beginning.

Can't help but flashback to the nights of my father playing music.
So loud.

So fun,

This was the opposite.

The circus music shakes me out of my daydream.

Shattering any happy thought I had at the moment.

He turns and looks at me and laughs.

So much evil is behind his laugh.

He walks over to a closet and opens it up.

I see rows and rows of heads holding brightly colored wigs.

Rainbows.

Red.

Bright green.

Orange.

I used to like the color orange.

Now not anymore.

He turns to me and eyes me up.

Takes the green wig off of the resting place.

Takes it over to me and places it on my head. 

Smiles at his accomplishment.

He laughs again.

So much evil behind his laugh.

He takes the wig off.

I feel the scratchy fake hair eating away at my skin.

He turns to the table and I look to see what is on there.

White makeup.

Big noses.

A pallet of a red liquid that is housing a brush.

And a ratted old looking bottle of superglue.

He picks up the superglue and opens it up.

Putting a healthy amount of it on the wig.

And places it back on my head.

I feel it bonding to my skin.

Having no way to stop it.

I have no choice but to cry.

He laughs again.

So much evil behind his laugh,

Grabbing the white makeup he starts to cover my face.

White as a ghost.

Whiter than his.

I feel a slight burning,

Smelling a sanitized smell.

Looking in the corner I see and empty container of bleach.

The burning now makes sense.

I refuse to cry.

He has too many victories the way it is.

Tears start to form in my eyes.

The pain begging to be let out.

Demanding it doesn't.

He puts the sponge down and smiles as his handiwork.

He laughs again.

So much evil behind his laugh.

The brush of red comes next.

I can tell by the dripping of the brush that is is not paint.

Now the stains on his teeth make sense.

I cringe at what I imagine will happen next.

Brushing circles around my eyes.

The warm liquid soothing the bleached pain.

Disgusted by what is happening.

He looks at me and smiles.

Points at me too.

I refuse.

The knife is picked up.

Motioning me to smile again.

I smile as big as I can.

He smiles back.

Approving of my smile I hope.

He laughs again.

So much evil behind his laugh.

He takes the brush of red dips it back into the container.

Red liquid dripping.

Body sickening.

He starts to brush a smile on my face.

It hits my lips.

And every fear I had of what it was.

Came true.

Wanting to fight.

Completely terrified to.

All hope is lost.

There is no escape.

He looks at his handiwork.

His brand new clown.

First he smiles.

Motioning me to smile back.

I fake it.

He laughs again.

So much evil behind his laugh.