Chapter 8

After watching Noir leave the chamber, my gaze flashes to Madame's, and I notice her suspicious glance. I keep my expression neutral although I am absolutely fucking reeling inside from her interruption.

When I sense her silent gesture for me to follow her, I push myself away from the wall with a growl, feeling the unbearable ache in my balls because of Dolly's teasing bullshit.

As we enter the tent, I take in the usual bustling scene: dancers training on the aerial silks and trapeze, fire dancers twirling flames, and the death wheel spinning with Soul practising on it. Beyond the pulsating music, there's a distant roar of Wrath's bike outside, training for our next performance.

My attention is momentarily caught by Noir as she approaches Blush, but Madame's hand wrapping around my wrist brings me back to reality. I shoot her a sharp look at the unwanted touch, but she simply pulls me to sit with her in the front row. As I settle in the seat, I sigh heavily, leaning back with my legs spread wide, bracing myself for the unwanted lecture.

"I want you to leave her alone, Hell." She orders as predicted.

I raise an eyebrow, fixing my eyes on Noir as she stretches in a way that almost gets me hard again, then reach into my jeans pocket to retrieve my cigarettes.

Once I have one lit and between my lips, I respond, my words muffled. "No can do. I'm fucking set on her."

Knowing I can't control my impulses when I say I am set on something, Madame shifts in her seat, facing me and I feel my jaw tense with agitation.

"I mean it, Hell. I like her, and she's good at what she does. She fits in perfectly here, and I don't need you playing your twisted games with her," she says, calmly trying to rein me in. My eyes flash to hers, a hint of confusion flickering in my expression at her words, and she continues. "Besides, she came with a guy. A weak guy, but a guy none the less. "

My teeth grind together at the thought of that pathetic cunt, every fiber of my being resisting the urge to unleash the murderous words building inside me.

"What makes you think I give a fuck?" I snap.

She shifts her eyes to Noir as she responds. "There's something off about him though, Hell. I don't think he has what it takes. I'm almost certain he will try to flee on Dark Night."

I take a long drag of my cig, gazing up at Noir while she climbs the silk, my obsession with her growing as she moves with such fluidity. She bends like something delicate that I could easily fucking snap beneath me. The range of sounds I could coax from her body—whether cries of pleasure or complete anguish—it's a symphony I'm desperate to fucking orchestrate.

With an exhale of smoke from my nostrils, I reply. "We'll lock him the fuck up for the night. Problem solved."

I notice her staring at Dolly with a curiosity, similar to my own. It's unusual to see Madame like this; usually, she only employs those who come from the Shadow's society. I have never known her to take in outsiders who are oblivious to what they're getting themselves into, only if it's the carnival, but never Dark Night.

Most of us came from the Shadow's Society, trapped in a world of horror and violence—a hidden underworld no one dares to mention. There, children are moulded within a sinister web of trauma and control. In my upbringing, I became obsessed with the thrill of killing while others took other routes of criminality. Each death surges through me like a shot of adrenaline, bringing an unsettling peace in my chaotic mind. I found my way to Madame when I was just thirteen, after my mother died. Though I can't be tamed or don't own a heart, I still share a bond with her as strong as the one I had with my own mother. It's similar to the one I have with Soul and Wrath—my brothers.

"You knew what the fuck you were getting them into as soon as you employed them both, Ma. Now they're in, there's no way out, unless it's by death, the same as it is for everyone here." I say firmly, reminding her of the rules.

She remains silent, still gazing up at Noir and I follow suit until she finally responds in a trance. "I know. But look at her—she's amazing."

"I want her to be our girl."

Madame now looks at me sharply, "But what about Pearl? She has been The Hollow's girl for years."

I sit forward, dropping my cig between legs and stamping it out with my black boot. "Things fucking change," I now turn my eyes toward her as I continue. "As you said, she's good."

"I know, but—"

"It's fucking happening, Ma."

"But she's not ready for Dark Night—She needs to be prepared."

As I get ready to stand with my hands on my thighs, I glance up at Dolly, twirling like an elegant beauty. "Don't worry about that. I have plans for her. She'll be more than prepared for Dark Night once I'm finished."

While standing and walking away, Madame attempts to whisper-shout to tell me what to do again, but I ignore her bullshit and head straight for the wheel of death. My eyes remain fixed on Noir as the wheel spins, with Soul flipping skilfully inside one of the rotating rings and my insane mind swirls with ideas of how to torment her.

When Soul reaches close to ground level, I leap up, catching the edge, and effortlessly pull myself onto the wheel as it turns before dropping down into his ring.

He breathes heavily as he steps forward while I walk backward, giving him a nod in Dolly's direction. "Light her the fuck up."

He glances her way before breaking into a mischievous smile, ready to wreak havoc like a cruel motherfucker. As soon as our rotating ring nears ground level again, he jumps down, landing with ease. While I continue walking backward, slowing the wheel down, I watch him head straight for her until he stops beneath her fabric. He flicks out a gas lighter, and I see her freeze, staring down at him with wide eyes as he ignites the flame. Seeing her panic is fucking breathtaking; she's no longer trying to hide it. She needs to understand exactly what the fuck we represent.

His green eyes flash with wicked intent before he finally places the flame to the fabric. As it catches fire, my gaze lingers on Dolly while she frantically shakes it in a pathetic attempt to try and extinguish the flames, but the fire only grows and climbs higher.

Soul steps back with a grin, and she scowls at him before glancing my way, her eyes narrowing. She spots another fabric within reach, sways, and grabs it, letting go of the burning one. But Soul isn't finished; he lights the end of the new one as well. Yet she continues to play the game, leaping from one to another, moving steadily in my direction, exactly where I want her.

When she runs out of material and clings to the last one, Soul moves to light it as well. She glances at a hoop hanging between us, then briefly locks eyes with me. I slow the rotating ring even more by stepping to the side, using my strong legs.

With the flames growing closer, she takes a final leap, catching the hoop and dangling beneath it. As she pulls herself up, I peek at her ass before she perches on it. Trying to catch her breath, she looks down at me with an eyebrow arched. A small smirk twitches on my lips; she thinks she's won, but I'm far from done playing.

I dig into my sweatpants pocket and retrieve my knife. Flicking out the black blade, I admire the white swirls engraved on it and the red letters spelling out ‘HELL.' My evil orbs flash to hers above me before settling on the rope holding the hoop. I peer into her eyes once more, seeing her pupils dilate as she realizes exactly what I'm about to do.

Without warning, I swing my arm with force, releasing the knife in her direction. It slices through the rope with precision, and the hoop drops, a terrified scream escaping her lips as she plummets toward the ground. I reach up quickly, grasping the top of my ring before leaning out of it.

As she passes me, I stretch out my arm, catching her around the small of her back. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, her tiny body trembling as I pull her inside until she is standing on her feet in front of me.

"You bastard, you both could have killed me!" She shouts furiously.

Now looking up at me, she shoots me an angry glare while attempting to catch her breath which only amuses me, though I don't show it.

I press my face close to hers, searching her blue gaze as I respond coldly. "Not even death could take you from me, pretty girl." She squints her eyes even more, ready to deliver me another rejection, but I continue. "Besides, I saved your ass."

She now lifts her brow in defiance as she responds. "And what do you want? A fucking thank you when you're the one who did it?"

I lean down, sliding my hands around the back of her thighs, pressing my fingers through her fishnets and I feel her body stiffen against me as I snarl. "That would be nice, wouldn't it? But I have a feeling my stubborn Little Dolly isn't going to be so nice."

Tightening my hold on her thighs, I lift her in one swift movement, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist. She places her hands on my chest, attempting to push back and break free, but she'll do as she's fucking told.

"What the hell are you doing?" she grits out through tight teeth.

"Whatever the fuck I want," I respond blankly, not giving a fuck.

She tries to wriggle out of my grasp, but when she fails against my strength, she releases a grunt of frustration as she faces aside, and I continue to piss her off. "Are you done?"

She ignores me, not entertaining my bizarre attempts at flirting. When I start to step forward, the wheel rotates slowly. I focus on her pretty side profile as she avoids my gaze, and then my eyes drop to the swell of her breasts. My wild mind starts thinking of all kinds of disgusting things as I admire them.

Those perfect fucking tits.

I have to see them bouncing as she rides every inch of my pierced dick.

I need to feel the warmth as I drop my balls into her mouth, jerking my cock off between them until I'm painting her body with my cum.

I crave to grab them aggressively, using them as leverage as I violently screw her tight asshole until it's gaping and pulsing for relief.

I want to suck and bite them, while twisting my entire fucking hand inside her cunt, bringing her to the brink of madness until she's coming for me.

Fuck, she drives me crazy.

With each step I take, I feel the heat of her pussy on my abs. A low growl escapes my throat, as I grasp her asscheeks roughly, my sense of control slipping, and I yank her closer until I can feel the damp fabric on my skin.

When her legs are forced further apart, she shoots me a severe look, her tone a clear warning, "I swear to god if you don't—"

"I can feel your wet little cunt, Noir." I cut her off, my eyes darkening from the feel of my cock swelling in my jeans. I notice her cheeks pinken before she looks away again, avoiding further interaction.

Smirking, I continue to terrorize her, enjoying every second of her discomfort, "Tell me, can Limp Dick make you wet without barely touching you? Actually, don't answer. I know for a fucking fact he can't."

Her eyes flash to mine, squinting them as she brings her face close to mine, attempting to assert her authority. "Why don't you stop talking about my sex life and get one of your own, freak," she bites back bitterly.

"I have one, she is rubbing her soaked pussy all over my abs right this second and it's getting me so fucking hard."

She rolls her eyes at my calm response, yet I catch the small smile playing on her lips before she faces away, trying to conceal it, but I know deep down she digs my psychotic shit.

"You're deluded, Hell. I'll never let you touch me, and I will never touch you," she says, but her voice is full of lies.

"Good thing I don't give a fuck about consent when it comes to you. You make me want to do terrible, terrible things." As soon as the icy words slip from my lips, her eyes snap to mine, but I maintain a stoic expression.

What does she want me to say? That I'll patiently wait like a good little boy until she lets me? Yeah. Fucking. Right. I see through her fa?ade of loyalty to a man who can't even get hard for her. I know she craves the dangers that surround me, despite her little protests. It's only a matter of time before she surrenders willingly and drops to her knees but if she doesn't, I'll force her. My fucking patience is wearing thin already.

"Rapists make me feel sick and that says a lot about you," she declares with a frown on her face.

I lift a brow at her confession as I respond. "I don't need to rape you, Noir. You're going to push back on my cock, trying to take all of me. You can be in denial all you want."

She grins at my bluntness, shaking her head, but I am dead fucking serious. As I watch her, I zone in on her features with fascination.

"What the fuck. Honestly, your perception is warped," she finally answers, trying to fight her amusement.

"Everything about me is fucking warped, yet it clearly gets you off judging by your wet panties."

She stares into my eyes, now expressionless, lost in thought until she suddenly glances down to our right. I reluctantly tear my gaze away from her pretty face and turn my head to follow her line of sight, only to notice Limp Dick standing at the entrance, looking up at us.

As expected, she unwraps her legs, sliding down my body to land on her feet. As I stop the wheel, he stares at Dolly with a stern look on his face, fuelling my desire to kill the motherfucker. I slip my hand into my sweatpants to retrieve my knife so I can launch it into his fucking skull, only to realize it's not there.

He suddenly turns around and storms out causing Dolly to glance at me. "Just leave me alone, Hell. I don't want you." She declares coldly which makes my jaw tense with irritation, the need to control her seeping into my icy veins.

When our ring is low enough, she sits on it and jumps down. I watch her every move as she heads back to Blush and the girls, ready to train again.