I realized I was shut in a room with three fucking clowns. I might have screamed. I wasn’t entirely sure what noise came out of me as I covered my eyes, shaking my head, determined to imagine that they weren’t really there. Those awful creepy faces, those wide grins, the dark-ringed, skeletal eyes. Manson pulled my hands down and gripped my wrists. “That’s not very nice, Jess,” he said sweetly. “I couldn’t let them miss out on the fun.”
