Page 147 of Circus From Hell

Spiral blinks. “Yes. How did you know?” He shakes his head and waves off Micha when he rolls his eyes. “I only know this place because of Dolly.”

“The clown? Why would we go where she’s been?” I ask.

“Because no one would think to look there. It is deserted, after all.”

“Moxie got away,” Karma spits. “We need to find and kill her firssst for what she did to Ssspiral.”

“I still can’t believe she did that. Fucking traitor,” he mutters to himself, along with a handful of other obscenities.

“Funny. That’s what she called you,” Micha smirks.

“I think we should leave her be, Karma.” She looks at me and narrows her eyes. “I know you want revenge, but Spiral is alive and okay.” I watch as the clown—whose makeup is so smudged it looks scary—mindlessly sways back and forth. “Well, as okay as he’s always been, I guess. We have the chance to forget and be free.”

“But I want to kill her.”

Soren swipes her pouting bottom lip with his thumb. “We know you do, darling. But I think Arlo is right. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

She looks so much cuter now that her lips aren’t pulled into a permanent uncanny smile.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll leave her alone.” She turns away and whispers, “For now.”

“Heard that,” Micha laughs.

“And I think we should do something with those.” I point to the cramped cages that hold a number of different animals huddled into corners. They’ve all been experimented on in some capacity.

“We can’t take them to a shelter. They wouldn’t know what to do with them,” Micha says.

“Shall we let them go?” Spiral suggests.

Soren walks over to the first cage. “I think that would be the humane thing to do. There aren’t many other options.” He flicks up the latch and lets the metal door swing open. Whatever’s inside doesn’t immediately move out, but Soren carries on until the last cage is unlocked. “Go on then, you lot. Get out of here.”

Suddenly, there’s a rush of wings, scattering feet, and chittering as the animals dash out of captivity, fleeing through the tent and escaping into the real world. I hope they’ll be okay out there.

Micha clicks his tongue. “Come on then, Spiral. Lead the way to this mystery hideout.”

“Yes, yes, I will,” he mutters. “But there’s something I need to do before we go.”

No one is surprised when Spiral flips Karma over and rips her bloodied pink jumpsuit from collar to groin, tugging it down the rest of the way and throwing it to the floor. He rids himself of his own jumpsuit, and she smiles wide—her own smile—as she accepts him happily. He settles between her legs, his bottom cock nudging between her folds.

“Are we really doing this here?” Micha asks, but I’ve already ripped my shirt off, working quickly on my trousers.

“When in Rome,” I shrug.

“Fine.” Micha pushes me to the table. “Hop on, Arlo. Spiral’s got two cocks for a reason.”

Karma giggles excitedly as I manage to crawl on top of her in front of Spiral and straddle her hips.

“Hi, baby.” I press a quick kiss to her lips.

Spiral groans and spreads his hands over my hips. “Look at this sexy ass. Do I have permission to spank him, Master?”

My heart skips a beat.

Micha smirks and grabs Spiral’s nape. “Good manners, runt. For that, yes, you have permission. Be as rough as you want. He likes it. Don’t you, little brother?”

I bite my lip and hum.

Spiral’s hand comes down on my ass. I groan and lean down to kiss Karma. Her tongue slips into my mouth, her hands fisting my hair.