Page 65 of Circus From Hell

You’re made from a metal contraption and thread.

You’re a crime against nature.

“Shut up.”

“No, I don’t think I will,” that cocky voice replies from a distance, but I wasn’t talking to him—I was talking to the voice in my head. “You feeling okay, dead girl? Are you tripping?” He cackles, the noise bouncing around the forest.

I stop beside a tree, leaning my hand against it and forcing my body to stand still and listen. The world feels like it’s spinning around me, even when I shut my eyes, but the darkness helps me to focus.

My ears slowly start to clear from that water-logged feeling, and I listen out.

The swaying of the trees in the wind.

The fast pace of a heartbeat.

And a footstep behind me.

I open my eyes. The moment I turn around, a force barrels into me, hard and quick enough to slam me to the ground. My back connects with dirt, and a weight presses down on top of me, straddling my hips.

“Look at you. All high and trippy. My own mix does wonders on you. Makes you all pathetic and perfect.”

I fight to get up, but my body turns to jelly, and Spiral’s face morphs into neon pink and blue.

A laugh bubbles out of me, but it’s not on my own volition.

“Don’t worry. It won’t last too long. It’s powerful but quick. But you failed to find me. I found you, which means I get to do whatever I want. And I want to tear you apart.”

“Get off me,” I grit out, raising my weak arms and attempting to push him away as he grabs the top of my jumpsuit and tears it down to my waist, freeing my breasts. The air scrapes across my hardened nipples, the metal threaded through intensifying the cold. His rough hands grab both and knead my flesh, sending shocks of arousal to my pussy. I moan loudly, louder than I’ve ever moaned before. The sound is ripped from me without warning.

“I should get you high more often. You’re so wonderful like this.”

He slips his hand into his unzipped jumpsuit and pulls out his top cock, rubbing the length slowly.

“I’m going to tear your entire body apart and piece you back together, my dead little doll.”

“Fuck me already, Ssspiral,” I whine, but I didn’t want those words to come out of my mouth.

I want this. I want him.

I should want him dead.

My body is betraying me, but I know deep down that it’s reacting exactly how it wants to.

“I’m hungry,” I cry.

“Lie there nicely and I’ll find you a tasty human to eat afterwards as a treat.”

“I want to eat you.”

He rubs the bead of precum around his tip.

“Of course you do. You want me to live inside of you. I will do. My cocks won’t leave these dead holes when I finally fill them. But first, you’re going to get them wet.”

Spiral grabs my jaw and moves up my body, angling his top cock at my mouth. I can’t see the second one, but I know it’s there, waiting and wanting.

He uses his hold on my mouth to force his cock between my lips, and he groans as my tongue wraps around it.

“See? Deep down, you need me. You don’t know what you want when you’re hungry and drugged up, but you will always need me, Karma. Even when I kill you, you’ll need me.”