The man's tattooed hand kept coming. It stroked her cheek. She turned her face away as hard as she could, but the man cupped her face with his hand, squeezing her cheeks together harshly so that she made a fish face. He laughed harder. Then the man's tattooed hand let go of her and began traveling down. With a pointed finger, he traced a line straight down her chest, as if marking the spot he would cut her.

She shoved the hand away and tried to run, but the man pressed forward, pinning her against the booth with his body. He was taller than she was. He lowered his head toward hers, bringing the mask up to her face. At least the white mask kept his lips from touching hers. But his eyes were on her - those leering eyes. She felt his hot breath on her skin and then he dropped the knife, letting it clatter to the floor, and grabbed her lithe body with both hands.

She spat right into the eyeholes of the mask. The man's head jerked back, his hands instinctively flying up to his eyes, and in that same moment, Maxi shoved the man with all of her might. She was no match for him, but the surprise was just enough to knock him slightly off-balance, and when he stepped back, he stepped on the foot of the fallen ride operator. The man in the mask fell, crashing backward into the booth.

   Friday the 13th: The Carnival, chapter 22