Page 117 of Circus From Hell

“I’ll set her straight. Let her have a few days of leadership. Maybe she’ll stop whining then.” He tugs Dolly into a hug. “Please be careful,” he whispers, forgetting I have incredible hearing. “The public may hate us, but they don’t understand us.” He pulls back and presses his forehead to hers. “Now go.”

She slips past him, and I don’t miss the subtle look in my direction. Not malice, not hate—maybe respect? I did save her life, after all.

“Thank you for coming,” Spiral says quietly as he sits beside me on the pile. I suck off the last of the juices from the finger bone before flicking it deeper into the forest. “That’s disgusting.”

“Can you go five seconds without insulting me?”

He tilts his head. “You didn’t hiss once then.”

“Those boys make me talk a lot. I’m getting used to it.”

“Kreo will be proud.”

“I don’t care about making Kreo proud anymore.”

Spiral doesn’t look like he believes me. “Are you sure? I know you’re not wearing your collar, but I thought you would still give a shit about the guy who literally created you.”

“I do. I just—” I shake my head, my bells echoing around the trees. “I didn’t realise how trapped I wassss. I love Kreo, but I love those boys too. I don’t want to choose.”

“You haven’t put your collar back on.”

“Because none of them are offended by the fact my head can be taken off.”

“I was never offended by that.”

I mindlessly smear my fingers through the blood across the spine beside me. The red liquid moves easily and brings me a sense of comfort.

“Then why do I offend you?”

“Because I thought you took away my only chance of being cured, but it turns out you are the cure.” I tear my stare away from the blood and force myself to look into his dark eyes. “The pain stops when I’m inside of you. I don’t know why, or why Kreo could never figure out what’s wrong with me, but I’m becoming as reliant on your pussy as I am on weed and whisky.”

“Where is the pain the worst?”

He grabs my wrist and places my blood-covered hand to his forehead. “Here.” He drags it down to stop on his chest. “Here.” He moves it up to the back of his head. “And here. But it echoes everywhere, Karma. There’s no escaping.”

“Until me.”

“Until you.”

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stop hating Spiral—it feels like it’s ingrained in me—but I can understand that pain. The ache I felt before Kreo allowed me to hunt was unbearable, like I would die without my fix.

I pull my hand from his grasp and push him to lie down across the corpses. His fingers dig into my waist on instinct as I straddle his hips, and I lean forward with my palms flat against his chest.

“Beg me to take the pain away.”

He groans loudly as I rock back and forth, my bare pussy grinding against his cocks hardening beneath his jumpsuit. “Don’t make me beg, Karma. Don’t make me lose the last of my dignity.”

“I had to untie you and take off your muzzle,” I whisper in his ear. “There’s no dignity left. Now beg for the pain to ssstop.”

“Please, dead girl. Let me fuck you. Take away my pain.”

Satisfaction courses through me alongside electricity as I stare down at the man who caused me so much difficulty, begging for me. I understand why Soren and Micha enjoy it now. I feel powerful in a way I haven’t before. I don’t need my teeth or my hands or my strength to command this power—it’s done without physical force, and that’s a feeling of ecstasy I never want to let go.

I grab the sleeves of his jumpsuit tied around his waist and pull them apart, moving aside to tug it the rest of the way and reveal hard and dripping cocks. I took them both a few hours ago, but my pussy is already aching for more.

“Do you ever want to feel pain again, Karma?” he asks quietly as I angle his bottom cock to my pussy and stroke the top one with a tight fist.

“No,” I reply quickly, letting the thick head of his cock penetrate my folds. “But I want to take yours away.”