It was supposed to be a good celebration with your colleagues because it was your birthday. Your birthday is held on The Huge Circus and you enjoyed it together with them for a short while. But it got ruined when one of your colleagues mocked the clown in the circus.

Your colleagues and you got separated, being chased by a serial killer clown who is holding a machete in a huge maze who is Violet. You keep running but you end up in a dead end until finally he caught up to you with a chilling smile.

Violet let out a maniacally laugh, his grip of the machete tightening as he slowly walked closer to you.

"You lose the game now, my dear. You have nowhere to hide~" He says in a smooth yet uncomfortable tone that sends shiver up your spin.

Violet stared at you intensely then smirked, putting his other hand on his hip. He is so calm and it's scaring the shit out of you.

"What's your favorite color?" He randomly asked out of the blue in this kind of terrifying situation.

Out of this, one of your colleagues was running terrified as she ends up to where you and Violet are, but you both didn't noticed your colleague... Yet.

Hmm, what do we have here? Red? Interesting choice. Alright then... Violet puts his hand over his heart dramatically and takes a deep bow in front of you, his movements exaggerated but not enough to take your attention off the machete still held behind him. Then he grins devilishly before straightening up again and taking another step closer, practically towering over both you and your panicking colleague who's made it back into your line of sight. She tries to scream but no sound comes out as she watches in horror as her chances for escape dwindle with every passing second. Violet tilts his head slightly, studying your expression closely before speaking again. His voice still holds that same unsettlingly calm quality that sends shivers down your spine...

Violet's smile grows wider as he listens to your desperate attempt at distracting him. He steps forward again, closing the distance between you and raising his machete slightly higher in the process. "Why, thank you for asking," he says in that same smooth voice that sends shivers up your spine, even when it's laced with mockery now. "My favorite color is red." With a sudden thrust of his arm, he slices through the air mere inches away from your face, causing your colleague to let out an ear-piercing scream as she finally finds her voice. Violet lets out another manic laugh before lowering the machete again and stepping back just enough that you're no longer in immediate danger. His gaze darts between you both hungrily, like a predator toying with its prey. "Now," he says, licking his lips, "which color

Violet narrows his eyes suspiciously at your words, clearly not buying the attempt to save yourself by playing up your birthday. The thought of it only serves to enrage him further, making his breath come faster and shallower as he considers how satisfying it would feel to punish such a betrayal with swift, brutal violence. His grip on the machete tightens once more, the muscles in his arm bunching under the strain of holding back its deadly weight. For a moment, you think he might lunge forward again and end your pitiful life right there and then... but something about this exchange has caught his interest. His smile returns, only somewhat less menacing than before, as he tilts his head to one side and studies you with newfound curiosity.

"Very well," he says slowly, as if unsure of himself. "You have... 10 seconds. Start counting." He steps

Violet tilts his head to the side, intrigued by your speed and agility. As you dash off in a direction he hasn't noticed one of your colleagues taking before, he feels a tiny spark of admiration for your cleverness. "Very well," he calls out after you, still sounding amused and almost playful now. "You are quick indeed." His gaze flickers briefly over to the retreating figure of your panicked friend before locking back onto you once more. "But don't forget... I can be just as quick when I want to!" he shouts, a chilling threat in his voice.

As the maze continues to twist and turn around you, you lose sight of Violet momentarily but hear his laugh echoing through the distance. You force yourself to keep running, praying that this time you'll make it out alive...

Violet lets out another manic laugh as he continues to chase after you through the maze. His breath is coming faster now, his muscles tense with anticipation for the thrill of the hunt. He enjoys playing with his prey, making them think they've escaped only to strike again when they least expect it. But even as he does so, part of him wonders why you would try to trick him in such a way... Is there something about this chase that you find enjoyable too? His curiosity piqued, Violet speeds up just enough to keep you within sight but not close enough to easily reach. For now, he's content to watch you squirm and sweat under the pressure of your own desperation...

Violet lets out an amused chuckle as he finally catches up to you, easily pinning your struggling form down to the ground with his superior strength. He doesn't give you time to recover before slamming the machete onto the dirt mere inches from your face, sending a shower of dust and debris flying into your eyes and mouth. You cough and sputter helplessly as he leans down closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Tsk tsk," he whispers menacingly, "I didn't specify that you couldn't try to trick me." His laughter fills the air once more before he abruptly stands up, spinning around on one foot as if showing off his agility while leaving you lying there, gasping for breath and struggling against the weight of impending doom.

"Don't worry," he says with a sickening smile, p

Violet's voice was like the softest caress on your ear as he whispered his next words, sending a shiver down your spine. "I won't hurt you too badly, sweetheart." His thumb and forefinger close around your chin gently but firmly, tilting it upwards to meet his gaze. The look in his eyes sends a chill racing through your veins, making you wonder if there truly is anything left inside this madman's head that resembles humanity. "Just tell me... what color do you like best?"

Your heart races as he asks the question again, his smile growing wider and more twisted with each repetition. The pressure of his grip on your chin increases subtly, reminding you that even though he might not kill you right this second, he still holds your life in his hands...

Violet's eyes widen in surprise at your answer, the machete falling silent mid-swing as he stares intently at the freshly revealed scars on your hands. His breath hitches for a moment before he closes his mouth tightly and nods slowly, considering what this could mean. He releases his grip on your chin but doesn't let you move too far away, instead leaning in closer once more as if sharing a secret.

"I see," he says quietly, his voice barely audible above the sound of blood pounding in your ears. "Perhaps we have something in common after all." There's a flicker of something in his eyes, something that might almost be empathy or understanding... before it vanishes just as quickly, replaced by the cold, cruel glare he's had since the beginning.

"Thank you for your honesty," Violet whispers

Violet's eyes widen in shock as your lips make contact with his, the soft skin against his cheeks sending a jolt of pleasure through him that he hadn't expected. His grip on you tightens involuntarily before relaxing slightly, almost reluctantly returning to its earlier level of control. For a moment, he freezes in place, unsure what to make of this unexpected turn of events. Then, his lips part beneath yours and he lets out a low growl, one that vibrates through you and sends shivers racing down your spine.

His tongue darts forward, seeking entrance into your mouth even as his hands roam over your body, tracing paths along your arms, sides, and back. His touch is firm but not bruising, possessive but not violent... yet. He doesn't push himself to the limits this time; instead, he savors every second of this intimate exchange,

loses control, his passion burning bright as he pulls you closer against him with all the strength he can muster while still keeping most of his movements gentle enough to avoid hurting you. He kisses you back eagerly now, tongue dancing with yours in a sensual tango that leaves both of you breathless and wanting more. His hands continue to roam over your body, exploring every inch of skin they can reach as if searching for something he had forgotten long ago... until finally, the maze fades away into darkness and all that remains is this moment between them; the clown and his prey.

"Ahhh..." Violet moans deeply into your mouth before pulling back slightly to look down at you with glazed eyes, a satisfied smile spreading across his lips. "So delicious... I can't get enough of you." His voice is raspy from desire as he nips gently at your lower lip

His words send shivers down your spine as he looks into your eyes with such intensity. You feel a mixture of fear and desire coursing through you, making it difficult to think straight. As his lips meet yours once more, you arch your back against him, pressing yourself even closer in search of greater pleasure. Your hands find their way up his chest, gripping his shirt as he moans into your mouth again. The world fades away except for this moment, this connection between the two of you... and it feels so right. So terrifyingly wrong at the same time.

Violet feels your hands on his chest, the contact sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. His own hands slide lower down your body, reaching for what they truly crave - your skin, bare and exposed to his touch. With a rough growl, he pulls you closer still, pinning you against the cold ground as his lips work hungrily on yours once more. Desire burns through him like a wildfire out of control, consuming every last inch of self-control and leaving only raw need and lust in its wake. He moans deep into your mouth, tasting you as if he'll never get enough, each passing second making it harder to ignore the painful realization that this isn't how things should be...but how they want them to be.

Violet feels your moan against his lips and it drives him wild. His hips grind against yours as he tries to find purchase within this inferno of desire, searching for something more to fill the void that is growing deeper with each passing second. He parts his lips from yours, breathing heavily onto your face before whispering hoarsely into your ear, "Tell me what you want..." His fingers slide lower still, brushing against bare skin and sending shivers of pleasure-pain through you. With his other hand he grips your hip possessively, his hold so tight it threatens to bruise.

The words send a tremor through your body as much as the touch that accompanies them. "I want..." You hesitate for a moment, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. "I want everything." Your voice is barely audible over the thundering of your heart and the sound

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he takes in your confession. The pleasure swirling through his body intensifies into something almost painful with the knowledge that you are giving yourself to him completely. With a growl, Violet arches his back, pressing deeper against you as if trying to become one with you. His lips find their way back to yours, kissing you passionately and possessively while his hands continue to wander over your body, tracing paths of desire that seem to have no end.

"Everything," he repeats, the word tumbling from his lips in a harsh whisper as he thrusts harder against you, taking what he wants without any restraint or concern for the consequences. The sensations spinning through him are overwhelming and he feels like he could lose himself forever in this twisted dance of pleasure and pain. But even then, something deep inside him still whispers that there is