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By the time the figure's neck was illuminated, her heart was trying to grow legs and run off on its own. The figure, now mostly visible, was completely covered by a red and white bodysuit, the border between colors running straight down the middle. The suit was clinging so tightly that it might as well have been the figure's skin, affording no modesty. Not that the figure was as lacking as she was- far from it. Dangling from its waist was a plethora of implements, none of them boding well. Coils of rope, a whip, clamps, chains, padlocks, and more slowly swayed as the figure advanced, never quite moving fast enough to jingle. But the one thing she couldn't look away from was nestled squarely over the figure's crotch. Grossly oversized and jutting far up, the ribbed monstrosity swung back and forth, as if it was seeking a target. It reversed direction with every step, the sharp taps of the figure's footfalls coming in perfect unison with a slight shudder in its breasts. She began to shake as the figure's head finally broke out of the darkness.
The mask was oddly cheerful, but the giant smile was sinister, the hollow eyes and grin seemingly made of the same inky darkness that existed beyond the light. Even without eyes, she somehow knew that it was looking right at her. Then, somehow, the grin grew bigger as the figure paused. Horror washed over her as she realized that this wasn't someone in a suit. There was no mask- only the thing's face, the empty blackness craving out features across its otherwise unmarked red and while expanse.
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