Circus of Death - Candace Wondrak Page 0,39

down my spine as Nigel pressed me against his corpse harder. And, what was even weirder about it all: the blood wasn’t warm.

“Now,” Nigel hissed out, dropping the steel as his bloodied glove started to paw at my pants, “I am a man of my word.” He only exposed the important bits, and before I could say anything, before that hand on my throat loosened just a bit, it was all over. He pushed inside of me, and I cried out.

I cried out because I hated him. Because of how he’d hurt Trey. Because of what he was doing to me against his corpse. But… at the same time, I cried out because, even though it was wrong, even though it was disgusting on so many levels, it felt good. The rage inside of him, the anger inside of me, bubbling up to the surface and colliding to make something new. I hated how he made me feel, but at the same time I craved it, I craved it like I imagined a druggie would crave her next fix.

Maybe I wasn’t as good as I thought I was. Maybe the halo I thought I wore was more crooked than anything, broken in places I couldn’t see. No good girl would like this. No upstanding human being would like being defiled against someone’s lifeless, still-bleeding corpse like this.

But I did. I did, and that’s what made it all worse.

Or better, depending on how you looked at it.

I grabbed Nigel’s shoulders, wrapped my arms around his neck as he pummeled me, reminding me of the first time we were together, when he’d first claimed my body as his. My eyelids snapped shut, and I let out a low groan that I was glad Trey wasn’t alive to hear. His blood now covered the entirety of my back, the slickness staining my clothes and my hair, made all the more wild and carnal by the man who acted like he hated me.

Nigel hated me for being with Trey, but at the same time, he didn’t. He was the Ringmaster, yes, and I was just a puppet, a doll; I shouldn’t be anything more to him… but I was. I was, and that was how we all got into this mess, why Trey hung behind me on a wheel, his handsome, strong body marred with numerous injuries, injuries the others had given him.

This couldn’t go on forever, but I guess that was the point. It could. It could go on and on and on, all of us caught in an endless loop. A crazy circle full of violence and blood, sex and despair, a wild ride from the start. There would be no running from this, no hiding from the way I finally felt alive.

I guess I was just as fucked up as the rest of them.

My breathing grew shallow as Nigel filled me with his cock, the sounds of our sex rising in the air, a cacophony of madness and surrender, domination and submission. I couldn’t fight the way my body betrayed me right then, couldn’t deny the way the orgasm took hold of me and made me tremble in his arms—but then, some might argue, was it really a betrayal of my body if I knew, deep down, I wanted this?

Nigel came right after me, his body pinning mine to Trey’s, filling me up with his cum, though I knew nothing would come of this. I wasn’t on birth control, but that was a benefit of being deceased, I supposed: not having to worry about popping out a kid after some unprotected sex.

The Ringmaster didn’t wait to pull out of me; he did it immediately, his cock still hard, slick and shiny after being inside of me. I did my best not to stare at it, not to let his evil yet alluring gaze pull me in.

He might’ve shown me the dark side of things, he might’ve opened my eyes to being bad—to realizing I enjoyed it—but that didn’t mean I would turn into a slave and do whatever the fuck he wanted when he wanted. I was still me, with my own identity, and until I forgot what my life was like on the outside world, I would continue to be me.

Nigel gave me a glare, stuffing his cock away as he stared at me like I was the worst thing he’d ever seen. “We’re going to have a show tonight,” he spoke, hissing out the words I felt in my