Page 126 of Circus From Hell

“Kreo will be there for the finale,” Spiral interjects. “He’ll want me and Karma with him. We’re always there for the end of the show.”

I scowl. He’s right, and I hate it. It’s like being shown off whilst confetti bombs shoot off and sparklers line the stage. It overwhelms my hearing and vision.

But as much as I hate it, I don’t hate Kreo.

“We haven’t decided anything,” I say quickly, picking up my collar from the floor. The black material with soft green and pink balls at the end of each triangle physically weighs almost nothing in my hand, but it feels like it weighs a ton.

“We’re not leaving without you, Karma,” Arlo says certainly.

“We can’t stay here,” Soren adds. “I can’t live in a cage, and that’s where Kreo wants me.”

“Until he inevitably kills you. He’ll pick you apart for his tests and jars. You’re not the first and you won’t be the last,” Spiral says.

That makes my chest succumb to an uncomfortable ache. Kreo could live without me. His circus would go on. His circumstances aren’t life or death. But Soren’s are.

“Jussst… let me try and talk to him first,” I offer, but Micha brushes past.

“Soren, you’ll need to get back into the cage so Kreo doesn’t realise anything’s amiss. Arlo and I will head home to pack our things and free you before the end of the show. Then Karma and Spiral can sneak away when everyone is occupied with the finale, and we’ll be out of here before anyone realises.”

It rivals my instincts to consider this, but I know he’s right. I don’t want to have to live away from these four. With Micha and Arlo as civilians, Soren in a cage, and Spiral and me under someone’s thumb. Kreo will always be my creator, but I don’t want him to be my master anymore.

I didn’t think I felt love, but I must love my men, because it seems I’ll do anything to exist with them.

Maybe that’s the constant cravings for sex talking, but I think it’s deeper than that.

“We need to know you’re in this with us, Karma,” Soren whispers, coming to stand in front of me. He takes my hands, uncaring that they’re dead and cold compared to his fresh and warm skin. I stare into his bright blue eyes, and the electricity in my veins ignites. Micha stands behind me, trapping me between muscles. Arlo and Spiral move either side of me, Arlo kissing my cheek and Spiral biting my earlobe. I’m completely surrounded by cock, and whilst they’re waiting for my answer, I’m too busy thinking of how their hands feel on my skin.

“Are you one of us?” Micha whispers.

“You’ll stay with us, won’t you?” Arlo begs quietly.

I look to Spiral, and he smirks. “You’ll never be hungry with us again. We’ll kidnap anyone you want, release them for you to hunt. You’ll have cocks, mouths, hands at your disposal. You’re not getting rid of us now, dead girl.”

“But your pain?”

He shrugs. “I’ll survive.”

“Let me ssspeak to Kreo. I’ll find out if he can help you. I’ll tell him that if he wants me to stay⁠—”

“No,” Spiral says with certainty. “He can’t know our plan. I’ll be okay. I guess I’ll have to live in your cunt to get away from the pain.” He kisses me with passion as Micha trails his lips across my nape, and Arlo skims his across my neck.

Soren steals my gaze, and I see the finality there, the assurance. He’ll take care of us. He’ll watch over us. “Are you with us, Karma?”

I have an evil clown who understands the ache that comes before desperation.

A sweet masochist who lets me sink my teeth into him.

A sadist who keeps me in check and tests our boundaries.

And a monster who cares about his pack so deeply that he’ll do whatever it takes to keep us together.

If there’s anyone who can survive a life on the run, hunting and eating humans and living out of the public eye, it’s us.

“Yes.”

Micha and Arlo tried to say their goodbyes in order to retreat home and get ready for the first phase of the plan, but a pang of uncertainty overtook my stomach, and I ended up dragging all four of my men back into my tent.

If we’re all saying goodbye for now, then we’re not leaving without one last orgasm.