Page 122 of Circus From Hell

He raises his eyebrows, unimpressed, and flicks his black eyes between me and the make-shift weapon.

“Can you calm down? You’re being dramatic.”

“Me dramatic?” I all but screech. I think I’m losing my mind in this place. It’s driving me insane. He’s driving me insane. “You’re the one who thinks having a complete personality switch makes you trustworthy. Karma might be convinced, but she’s as naive as they come.” Horny, depraved, cannibalistic, yes, but also completely unknowing of the real world.

“I haven’t had a personality switch,” he chuckles, taking another step. “I just stopped wanting to kill her.”

“Why?”

He tilts his head. “Because she’s more useful to me alive. And she’s grown on me.”

“And what about the rest of us? You’re a jealous fuck, Spiral. You’ll gut us all the moment you get a chance to have her to your freaky self.”

“Despite how true that may or may not have been at one point, it’s pretty clear to me that she stands no chance without all of us. I’m trying to work with you now. You can put the bottle down, Micha.”

“You expect me to believe you?” I take a step forward before he can. He’ll try and spin the dominance, but there’s no mistaking he belongs on his knees.

He shrugs. “Not really. But I don’t care. Karma’s not getting rid of me and my cocks now.”

“Soren won’t let her out of his sight with you around.”

He smirks. “I’ve never minded an audience. Clearly, neither do any of you. I don’t really want to kill Arlo anyway. He’s pretty cute, and you two clearly come as a set.”

I press the jagged edges to his chest. He looks up at me, and violent ideas of what I could do to him flash across my mind. My cock jerks without permission. I try to keep this side of me away; it’s so easy to give in to causing pain and hurt, but it’s not as easy to reign it back in. Although if anyone deserves it, it’s this guy.

I hate to admit that he shares similarities with Arlo. Shorter than me. Pathetic. Lean muscle on his slim arms. But whilst Arlo likes pain and takes it willingly, Spiral looks like a fighter, a brat.

“Prove it,” I mutter.

“Prove what?”

“That you’ll take me with the rest of them. I don’t get pushed out because of you, mutt.”

“I’m not trying to push you out.”

“Prove. It.”

His eyes flit between mine, and I visibly see the idea to hypnotise me cross his mind. Before he can turn those hollow, soulless orbs to white and black swirls, I grab his hair, spin him, and press his front against his littered vanity.

“Get… off…” he grunts, bucking back into me, but all he manages is to rub his ass against my cock. I shove forward, my hardening cock nestling into his ass, forcing him to feel me.

“Fight me. I dare you. You’re only going to get your tight ass filled. Is that what you want?”

“No,” he lies, shifting his ass to grind it against me.

“Liar. Do you know what I do to liars?” I spit on his bare back and rub the saliva into his skin. “I mark them, hurt them, destroy them. I bet that’s what you want. Oh, lie to me again, runt. Let me prove you wrong. Tell me you don’t want it.”

“I don’t,” he yells, kicking back, but I laugh and slip my hand beneath him. I palm his rock-hard cocks through his jumpsuit. He goes still, and my breath skims his ear as I chuckle darkly.

“Knew it.”

I untie his jumpsuit, drag it down his legs, and kick his feet apart as far as the fabric will let him. His sheet-white ass will bruise brilliantly.

“Stop it,” he whimpers, and I bring my hand down on his ass. He cries out, nails digging into the vanity. I’m not doing anything to hold him to the desk; he’s there willingly. Maybe not mentally, but physically, and that’s all I care about. He can fight me as much as he wants, but if he hopes for a chance at staying around Karma, he’ll prove it through his body.

“This is what you deserve.” I smooth my hands over his ass and up his back. “Prove you’re useful to me, and I might just keep you around. I’m going to break you, going to make you my little bitch. Do you understand?”

He doesn’t answer. I sneak my hand through his hair, tug him back, and force him to look at himself in the mirror. Oh, how pitiful he looks, completely at my mercy.