3. Nova

3

Nova

A black curtain cascades down from the rafters, encompassing the entire floor. Unbeknownst to the curious little sheep, my favorite act of the night is about to begin. I watch as the floor opens up beneath us, revealing a gruesome pool of blood. To cover up the large pool, they constructed the carnival tent on an elevated platform. In the circle of violence, those consumed by a craving for violence will find themselves submerged in a vast, seething lake of boiling blood.

Back in my sheer thong and pasties, I descend into the depths of the pool, luxuriating in the feeling of the blood sticking to my skin. The heaters will cause the blood to bubble and churn, like a boiling lake. The demon within me revels in moments like this.

Lure the pretty boy in. Chase him. Fuck him, then slit his throat. Cover us in his blood.

My demon is feisty tonight.

Bubbles emerge from the pool’s depths, and once they are rolling, the curtain rises.

Showtime.

I dip under and count to ten, feeling the viscous blood cling to my skin as I resurface. I spot my pretty boy, unsure if his expression is one of disgust or primal desire. He looks entirely too sweet for it to be the latter. Creating discomfort is something that is always encouraged, and I intend to do exactly that. I climb out of the pool of blood and stalk over to him.

“Come,” I hold out my hand to him. “Join me.”

His mouth hangs open, taking in my near-naked body. Other performers have followed and have pulled people from the crowd. Men and women strip down to their underwear to join us in the lake of violence.

No matter what happens around him, he stays rooted in place and doesn't move. His gaze darts from person to person, absorbing the spectacle of the crowd descending into the pool of blood. He squirms in his seat.

“Oh, pretty boy,” I croon. “Hell is empty. All the demons are here. It’s only a little blood, so stop your squirming, and let me show you what the devil has taught me.” Blood pools around me as I wait for him to decide.

Come on, pretty boy. You know you want it. We can fuck you so good.

“Fuck,” he breathes, standing and taking off his hat, placing his phone and wallet inside. His buddies pat him on the back cheering him on as he lifts his shirt over his head. He pulls his boots off, unbuckles his belt, and drops his pants.

My gaze lingers on his semi-hard cock.

Isn't he a sight for hungry eyes?

I catch him stealing glances at my curves, his gaze fixated on the swell of my breasts. I grab his hand and lead him to the pool. Desire burns deep in my core. I need him. To chase, to ruin, to bring him to the very depths of hell, and then watch him bleed.

“Can you swim, pretty boy?” I taunt, turning to face him as I step back into the pool. I can feel the familiar viscosity of the thick crimson fluid as it clings to my skin.

“Y-yeah, I can,” he stutters, examining the blood before stepping inside. “Is this that fake stuff that they use in the horror flicks?”

I throw my head back with a wicked grin, unleashing a sinister laugh that echoes in the room. “Well, not exactly. It’s not human if that’s what you're trying to ask. We’re not that lucky.”

As we both stand in the pool, the tension between us is palpable. The crimson liquid swirls around us, reflecting the dim light in the room. I move closer to him, the desire in my eyes burning hotter than ever. I drown out the sound of the audience and his little friends egging him on.

His eyes widen with a mix of curiosity and fear. I swim towards him, my body brushing against his as I lean in close. “You see, you have something I want. I have a hunger that ordinary means can not satisfy. I crave something darker, something forbidden.”

He swallows hard, his gaze locked on mine. “What do you want from me?”

My lips graze his ear, and I can feel the warmth of his skin against mine. “I want you to feel the depths of despair. I long to see your soul shatter and your innocence fade away before my eyes.”

A shiver runs down his spine, but instead of pulling away, he leans into me. His voice is barely a whisper as he says, “I’m willing.” Not an ounce of hesitance in his voice.

Fool. He thinks it will be just a quick fuck. But he doesn’t know.

A wicked smile spreads across my face as I take his hand and guide him further into the pool. The thick, viscous fluid engulfs us both, its dark allure intoxicating. As we submerge ourselves, the world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us consumed by my darkest desires.

In this realm of darkness and temptation, there are no boundaries to constrain us as we indulge in the pleasure that can only be found in the darkest corners of our souls.

And as I watch him surrender to the darkness, I know that I have found my perfect victim, someone who understands the depths of my hunger. Together, we will embrace the darkness and let it consume us whole.

***

The curtain rises, and the staff helps get patrons out of the pool. I climb out on my own and hold out my hand to my pretty boy.

“I am done for the night. Grab your things, you're coming with me.” I hand him a towel. He wraps it around his waist and then heads toward the curtain.

Good boy.

He’s so obedient, it almost makes me want to keep him. That’s the lust talking. Once you fuck him, the feelings will go away.

Once the floor has closed back up, the performers prepare for the remaining part of the show. I find a spot on the outskirts, away from the main area. I wait.

While scanning the area, the sight of my blood-stained pretty boy captivates my attention, approaching me as each step brings him an inch closer to his death.

Before me, his eyes meet mine, filled with a mix of fear and desire. The darkness within me stirs, eager to consume and possess him completely. I extend my hand, a silent invitation for him to join me.

He takes my hand, his touch sending a pulse of electricity down my spine and straight to my core. The scent of blood lingers in the air, a reminder of the carnage we’ve just bathed in. His gaze is fixated on the floor, where the hidden pool lies.

“It’s pig’s blood.” I say. "As close to the real thing as possible."

We walk together, leaving behind the chaos and the curious gazes of onlookers. In the silence, our connection deepens, a forbidden bond forged in darkness. He is mine, a willing captive to my desires, and I am his, the one who will fulfill his darkest fantasies. Even if he doesn’t know them yet.

In the night, our echoing footsteps indicate the beginning. The night will tremble beneath our passion as we explore the depths of my insatiable appetite.

With the purpose of removing the blood, I lead him to my trailer, where we could clean up. I don't want any blood on him except for his own after this.

And as we fade into the night, making our way to the rows of trailers, two figures intertwined in the embrace of shadows, the darkness becomes our sanctuary, our playground. We are bound by our shared thirst, destined to revel in the ecstasy of my wicked desires.

For in this dance of darkness, there are no boundaries, no inhibitions. Only the intoxicating lure of the unknown, drawing us deeper into the abyss. And as the night unfolds, he will surrender to my cravings, embracing the darkness that will consume us whole.