Redditors Expose Dark Secret Behind Anders Beast Circus - A Descent into Madness and Horror

A business trip turns sinister as a young woman uncovers the dark truth behind a charming strangers twisted circus

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Redditors Expose Dark Secret Behind Anders Beast Circus - A Descent into Madness and Horror In town for the week on business, I go out for a drink, and strike up a conversation with a middle aged man, Mr. Anders, who seem friendly and harmless, “easy mark” I think to myself “aught to be good for a few free drinks, “ I introduced myself, “I’m Greta” quickly explaining I was named for my grandmother as I settle onto the bar stool next to him, brushing my tits against his arm. As the evening progresses I sit perched on the bar-stool, smiling and giggling at his stupid jokes, occasionally I lean forward to let him get a glimpse of my tits, a prefect pair of 44EE proudly displayed in a semi sheer top that’s a size too small, I always make sure to display my best asset when looking for free drinks. As the evening progresses I begin to feel slightly dizzy and unfocused which seems odd as I've only had a few drinks, as I begin to slip off the stool Mr. Anders jumps up and catches me easing me off the stool as he says to the bartender “thanks Clyde, we’re going start training her tomorrow and her debut will be next Saturday, sure hope to see you there.” The bartender laughs “oh I wouldn’t miss Saturday’s debut performance for anything, a really special one I hear from your Jenny.” Mr. Anders laughs “its going to be a first that’s for sure” as he half carries me out of the bar, cooing “oh dear honey let’s get you home” the other patrons assume I’m a girlfriend or they know Mr. Anders and smile, nodding happily. Once outside of the bar Mr. Anders dumps me into the back of his van and climbs in, “well well slut, let’s get you settled in for the ride” I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out and my limbs feel heavy and I’m unable to move them try as I might. My vision becomes to fade as I’m rolled over on my belly, arms and legs pulled up tightly I begin black out as Mr. Ander’s hogties me, fastening the rope to a hook in the ceiling of the van, my last memory is the van pulling out onto the road. The next day I awaken with a start hearing a whirl, click, whirl, sound and instantly realize something is horribly wrong I’m bound tightly to a metal contraption which holds me in an odd position. …and then things took a turn

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