Page 46 of Circus From Hell

A shocked laugh bubbles out of him. “Cannibal, huh? I should have seen it coming with those teeth of yours. We’re alike, Karma. We’re both anomalies.”

Snake runs back over to the cage, trying to tell me something. He jerks his head in the direction of the door, and I listen out, hearing two more heartbeats and two sets of feet.

Has Spiral come back? Is he with someone?

There’s no time to hide before the door swings open and the light is switched on, but blonde and pink hair that I’m not expecting creeps inside instead, followed by a dark-haired mass of muscle, finding me covered in cum beside a cage.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

MICHA

Ihave no idea what we’ve walked in on.

Arlo and I came to see Karma with the circus, and he’d wanted to follow her after she finished her act. We saw her come in this trailer but had to debate whether we’d follow or not. When she didn’t come back out for a while, we took a gamble, but this isn’t what we were expecting to find.

There’s no surprise in Karma’s eyes upon seeing us. Her stitched smile pulls wider when her neon headlights land on Arlo. I don’t think she offers me a second glance. That’s fair; I’ve been a bit of a dick.

White liquid drips from her lips and chin to land on her naked breasts, and her jumpsuit is bundled up on the floor beside her. The skin on her thigh looks to be breaking, like the thread keeping it together is about to snap, but there’s no blood.

She’s sitting next to a cage. I can see dark blue skin and bright blue eyes, but whatever’s inside quickly moves back into the shadowed rear of the cage.

Snake is beside her, watching the scene that’s about to unfold.

“Hey, boyssss,” Karma hisses, shifting back to lean against the cage. Her right leg doesn’t follow, the stitching tearing loudly, and she watches it with an expression of normalcy. As if your leg fucking falling off isn’t a big deal.

Arlo swallows loudly before stepping forward.

“Are you okay, Karma?”

She nods and points to a shelf beside my head. “Pass me the needle and thread.”

“A ‘please’ would be nice,” I mutter. “You know legs aren’t supposed to be able to do that, right?”

She snatches the items out of my hand when I approach her and lean down, trying to sneak a look into the cage. I see those eyes, watching me intently.

“What’s in there?”

Karma looks from me into the cage. “Thisss is Soren. Soren, say hello to Micha and Arlo.”

The liquid around her mouth… I grab her chin and angle her face upwards. She scowls, the look more malicious with her forced smile, and arches her head away, but I hold it still.

“Is that cum?”

“Cum?” Arlo repeats.

Karma bats my hand away. “Sssoren needed emptying.”

Arlo and I stare into the cage, trying to see whatever this ‘Soren’ is. Eventually, it moves closer to the bars, its naked body coming into view. I have no idea what I’m looking at. It looks like a person until you see the sheer size, the triple-pointed ears, and the scales.

“Why are you in a cage?” Arlo asks, kneeling beside Karma. I take a step away because this is getting weird.

“I’m a test subject,” Soren says quietly.

“For what?” I ask.

“Kreo does lots of testsss,” Karma explains. “We don’t question him.”

I scoff. “Well, I think you should. Come on, Arlo. We need to get out of here.”