Page 55 of Circus From Hell

“And you know what the best bit was, Spiral?” he taunts. My breath comes out in pants as I wait for him to bait me. “She pumped her pussy until she creamed around her fingers. All because of me.”

Before I can comprehend what I’m doing, I grab the biggest shard of glass and stab it into his shoulder.

“Shit,” he groans, lifting his finger to touch the dark blue blood that seeps from his skin. “You know it’ll take a lot more than that to seriously injure me, right? That’s basically a papercut.” The large piece of glass protrudes from his skin, and he tugs it out like it’s nothing. “It doesn’t take away the fact I’m going to breed her little cunt until she’s swollen with my seed.”

“She can’t get pregnant. She’s dead.”

“Good. That means I can fill her with copious amounts of cum every single day and watch it leak out. Do you know how much I produce? A lot. She’ll always smell of me. I’ll mark her entirely. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

I laugh, the sound bitter, and use two fingers to swipe up droplets of whisky from the floor. The pain in my head worsens listening to this fucker talk about my dead girl as if she’s already his.

I bring it to my mouth, desperate for anything to numb the pain.

“You’ll have to get out of this cage first,” I grunt.

“Karma will get me out.”

“She doesn’t have the key.”

“She got in here and I bet she didn’t have the key for that either. She’s clever, that one, and sneaky.”

“She’ll also eat you alive.”

He shrugs like that’s no big deal. “Karma is as needy as she is hungry. She loves my fat cock too much. It’ll fill her in ways none of you humans can imagine, and she’ll only want me. The rest of you will die at her hands.”

“You’ve only got the one. She’ll be begging to take both of mine soon. You watch. Then I will kill all of you, and once I figure out how to kill her, I’ll use her truly dead body every day. She won’t fight. She won’t move. She’ll be forced to lie there and take it,” I grit out, grasping at straws.

I’m going insane talking to this guy; he knows exactly how to get under my skin.

“You’d rather have her dead than ever feel her head bobbing up and down on your cock?” he laughs. “Are you that scared of her teeth? I liked them. It makes you tingle when they scrape you.”

“Shut up!” I scream, slamming against the bar again and again, repeating the words as my body vibrates with anger. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

I slam my forehead into the top of the bars, wanting the pain and the noise and the torture to stop.

“I’ll fucking kill you.”

He slowly moves closer, his bright eyes staring into mine, making the pain worse.

“I’d like to see you try.”

The fury makes me shake. My vision swirls in and out of focus as my eyes turn into hypnotical spirals, a mix of black and white swirls that latch onto anyone.

I’m not supposed to use hypnotism anymore. Kreo experimented with them but regretted it when he realised how much control they gave me over the performers.

Soren’s eyes go wide, and I watch with a grin as they slowly start to reflect my swirls. His jaw slackens—he’s latched.

Kreo told me to never let this happen, that it’s too dangerous and out of my capabilities, but I can’t help it. I’ve never been so furious, so jealous, so out of control.

I laugh as I watch his blue eyes mimic mine, and I know I have full control.

“You will ignore Karma when she comes to see you,” I order, letting the words flow from my mouth to his brain. “You won’t let her touch your cock again. It physically hurts you to be touched by her. Do you understand?”

His head nods absentmindedly, and satisfaction courses through my veins.

The door slams open to the trailer, and my connection to Soren is ripped away. He blinks, eyes hazed as the swirls dissipate and he looks around confused.

Karma marches inside, her lithe skills long gone and her bells announcing her before I see her angry face. There’s something so unnerving about her expressions when her mouth is pulled up into a smile no matter what.