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I knew she was bound to the circus, just as I was. It didn't bother me that she took her lovers for everyone to see. The power she wielded was strong. Stronger than that bitch of a witch, and I was covered in it.
I smiled, remembering the deep whine the witch let out as she realized she'd lost. My soul now belonged to another.
I often wondered if I could learn to love her as much as I did my Belle. Maybe even more.
"How are you feeling, mon ami?"
"I'm much better, Master."
The Ringmaster owned Cirque Diabolique. He’d built it with his wife, who long gone now. A curse gone wrong, set out by a jealous witch. Initially, she wanted to separate him from his love, but in doing so she let the blood thirsty succubus in. Now we were all stuck in this limbo, afraid of a demon who could destroy us at any given moment.
"Has Imogen taken care of you?"
"She has, Master."
He watched me beneath that hooded gaze, his eyes traced in black eyeliner that highlighted sharp blue eyes. After all these years, my master was handsome as ever.
"If there is anything you need…"
He placed a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it gently. His other hand cupped my cheek and there was a love there that was deep and giving. But we both knew what would happen if we were to entertain another lustful thought like we had before. The witch would destroy us both for it and we couldn't take that chance.
Serge Bastien was my master. He would always be that and more. He was the only one who took pity on me when I had no one. My mother was dead, my father a deadbeat who could care less about his teenage son. At fifteen I stumbled into Serge's trailer, and I never left. He fed me, clothed me and gave me a job. As the years went by, he taught me everything I needed to know to remain at his side. I watched him wallow in his grief, mourning for a love that would never return. I wanted to protect him as he'd protected me. To love him as he'd loved me. But the witch's envy on our relationship grew and she eventually lured me into her bed. We fucked until her heart's content, and I was enthralled by her seductive nature and her beauty. Because although she lay hidden, the witch was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She had this beautiful raven blue hair that flowed down to her waist in soft curls. I remembered the feel of them on my thighs. Her eyes were a deep amber which ignited into a deep crimson when she was angry. And her lips were tinted in the perfect red heart shape that delivered the sweetest of kisses filled with betrayal and venom.
I must admit that at first, I enjoyed the pleasure that she brought forth. Her moans were sweet and captivating, but her words had been filled with poisonous lies.
On a night, much like the one when death had taken me, she had her way with me. As I came inside of her, she began to moan an incoherent incantation. The darkness pulled me in and in my weakened state, my soul was easily bound to her and her vile demon.
She trapped me in her clutches, forbidding me to give my heart to anyone, especially not my Ringmaster. My punishment was to be immortal but never be able to have love in my life again.
I lived by my Ringmaster's side, afraid to touch him or be touched. That was until my Belle appeared. She was this brightness that came to shine her light on all of us. But she would also be forbidden to all of us. All, except one. A man who managed to save her.
In the end, my love for her was deeper than any other and I gave my life for hers. She deserved it all, and I had done nothing in this life but feign a martyrdom I'd never fully endured.
Not until now.
Grabbing his wrist, I slid it down to my chest. "I'll be fine, Master. You no longer need to worry about me."
"It's not you I'm worried about, it's her." He gestured to Imogen on the stage. Her cries of pleasure made the crowd hum in unison.
"She's strong. Stronger than she looks."
"She's done so much for us. I doubt she'll ever find what she had been seeking for. I ask that you take care of her. She needs someone like you to stand beside her."
"What about you?"
"I've learned to deal with what comes. Nearly one hundred years of enduring this solitude. I'm sure I can go a hundred more."
I grabbed his arm, bringing him closer. "Won't you fight it?"
The smile he gave me didn't reach his eyes. "You learn when to pick your battles when it comes to dealing with her."
He was referring to that god-awful witch. You never knew when she'd come out of her cave with another demand, another craving. She used the Ringmaster as she saw fit, her envy and her brokenness reflecting in every poisonous kiss she gave him. With it, a breath of immortality that he, himself could not deny. For who wouldn't want to live a hundred more years.
I let him walk away, staring at his broad back, slumped over in defeat. The cry of pleasure that emanated from Imogen tore my gaze away and I gravitated toward my mistress. So beautiful she was, being penetrated and fondled by the darkness she lived in. I wondered if she'd allow me to bring her that same light that had once been shined on me.
That treacherous jealousy came forth and I shoved it back down. She wasn't mine alone and I needed to remember that.
My mistress belonged to us all.
