DARK WOODS CIRCUS | DWC Book 1

18. Part

♪ now playing: Dark Woods Circus by Poucet, in French language ♪

Mentions of ra*e

Gore warning

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18. Part

The icy-cold air stung my skin as it was crawling underneath.

My head spinning, I was staring at the building in front of me, with obvious fear in my eyes.

I could hear no sound apart from the constant jangling of the chains attached to other freaks, as men tried to control their each step whilst they walked towards some bushes.

Looking up, I could see small, light stars illuminating the dark sky, and the air was still, with no wind apparent.

The man beside me let go of my chains before going to another freak, as another person caught them, and I could finally hear a voice coming from somewhere far away.

"God, took you long enough! The show has began."

It was a man's voice, and I could detect no emotion whatsoever within.

"They're supposed to be on the act, they're running late!" The man continued, as he was making his way towards us.

His hair was moving in the wind, which I couldn't feel where I stood, and the moon was lucent, with its shine directly on him, serving him as reflectors.

"I'm sorry to say, we may have had a little setback on the way." One of the men beside me spoke to react to him, and finally, I could hear a voice of the black haired man I knew.

"I'll make sure they'll be right there in a few minutes, don't worry."

My master walked towards the man, and when he stood before him, both of them were giving the other the continuous dead stare.

The person holding my chains was doing his best to, quietly, make me take a few steps back, and he was frantically looking at the two men, as if they were a danger to every one of us.

"Good. I wouldn't want to postpone." The man answered with a stone, shallow, voice.

He gazed at my master until he made a step backwards, and walked back to us.

Without saying anything, my master waved his hand at the men beside me, and they started tugging the freaks to another place, and I was dragged, too.

My wrists, my hands up to my elbows covered by the black gloves, hurt as the handcuffs bore into my skin, but it wasn't anything compared to the unbearable pain I've felt before, by a different pair.

No one has dared to say anything, as we walked towards the seemingly biggest forest I have ever gotten the chance to see.

The trees were as tall as the mansion itself, making shivers crawl up and down my spine, and sinking sensation within my stomach made me, slightly, lower my head.

"Fuck! I wouldn't wanna forget this." The man I didn't know yelled on us, in still cold voice.

"Put this on them," he continued.

We all stopped moving, and turning around, we could see several people walking closer to us, as they were holding something.

One of them has stopped before me, and tied something around my head.

It was a blind-fold.

Again?

What felt like an eternity later, I was being tugged, again.