Page 68 of Circus From Hell

“Karma?” the blonde boy whimpers, slipping his hands beneath her head and raising it onto his lap.

“What did you do?” the blue monster growls. It’s now I realise how tall he is. He towers over me, and he’s filled out by so much muscle that he could be used as a boulder. I’ve never seen anyone so colossal. He has a pair of trousers on now, the ones Kreo took from him when he arrived, and the key to his cage is hanging around his neck. How did they get that when it was in my tent?

That’s why Karma was outside my tent. Sneaky little shit.

“Relax,” I sigh. “I just fucked her into a coma. She’ll be fine.”

“This isn’t fine,” Arlo screams as he looks up at me. “Fix her.”

I shrug, lifting my jumpsuit over my arms and tucking my cocks away. “Nothing I can do, Curly. Just gotta wait for the drugs to wear off.”

“Drugs?” Soren growls, grabbing my collar and shoving me into a tree with ease. His long, dark blue hair whips in the wind, and he looks nothing like the calm, closed-off monster I’m used to. He looks furious. “What fucking drugs?”

I shrug again, acting as if his fingers digging into my collarbones don’t hurt. “It won’t kill her. But it did hurt her.”

“She can’t feel pain.”

I barely bite back the smile. “She can with those drugs.”

He slams the back of my head into the tree, but I don’t stop smiling. No pain he can administer is worse than the pain I live with constantly.

“I can’t wait to kill you for what you’ve done to her, clown.” He holds my head to the tree and spits in my face—I ignore the way my cocks jerk.

The blonde boy is still whispering to Karma, begging her to wake up.

“You two need to smoke some weed and relax,” I murmur.

Soren smashes my head back into the tree, and my vision doubles momentarily.

“I’m going to draw out your death until you’re begging for it. Do you understand that, Spiral? You’re going to die for what you’ve done to my girl.”

“Our girl,” Arlo snaps, but Soren doesn’t bat an eye in his direction.

“Look after her,” he instructs before bending and slinging me over his shoulder.

“Hey? No! What the fuck? Put me down, you overgrown brute!”

Soren ignores me, briskly walking out of the forest and across the field as if I weigh nothing. He doesn’t budge when I scratch and kick.

I look back to the edge of the forest, but Arlo and Karma are too deep into the trees for me to see anymore. Damn, I wanted to witness what she would be like when she wakes up. I want to know if she can still feel pain.

“Where are you taking me?”

He laughs, the noise dark and slightly evil. “You’ll see.”

It’s not hard to guess what he plans on doing when we start approaching the trailers.

“Oh, hell no,” I shout, kicking and flailing my arms with all my might. “I don’t do well in tight spaces.”

“Funny, because you didn’t have a problem double-stuffing Karma’s tight pussy.” Well, shit. He’s got me there. “You don’t have a choice. Just like I didn’t have a choice.”

“Is that what this is? Revenge?”

“For what you and your master did to me? Yes. For what you did to Karma? Also yes.”

He swings open the trailer door and stomps inside. The square entrance in the low metal cage is wide open, and Soren quickly dips to his knee to throw me inside. I scramble across the floor to get out, but he slams the door shut in my face, smirking and wiggling his fingers in a mock wave.

“I don’t plan on coming back for you. Enjoy rotting away, Spiral.”