Bound by Shadows ©️

Lila King

The night is alive with the ghosts of laughter, a twisted symphony of forgotten screams echoing through the abandoned carnival. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I feel the coarse rope bite into my wrists, tied tightly in front of me. His whisper, dark and seductive, curls around my ear like a serpent.
"Get out of these ones and you'll just add to the punishments, little Dawn," he murmurs, the words sending a shiver down my spine. There's something deep within me that wishes to test him, to push the boundaries of whatever sick game this is. Before I can decide, he hoists me over his shoulder, the motion making me yelp despite myself. The world tilts, and I catch a glimpse of the decrepit Ferris wheel, rusted and looming against the night sky. My scream is swallowed by the thick, oppressive darkness as he carries me away, deeper into this nightmare.

We enter a circus tent, the smell of decay and rust hitting me like a wave.
I can hear the steady drip, drip, drip of something wet and thick. Blood.

It splatters on my face, warm and sticky, and I scream again, the sound raw and primal. The taste of copper on my lips makes my stomach churn, but there's an undeniable heat pooling low in my belly. I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't be aroused by the danger, by the way he controls me with such brutal ease. But I am. I close my eyes, trying to block out the images of who the blood might belong to, but the darkness only makes my thoughts more vivid. He forces me to bend over a rickety table, my hands still bound, my butt thrust into the air.

I can feel his eyes on me, burning with a mix of lust and cruelty. My heart pounds in my chest as he leaves me there, the silence amplifying my fear. The room is alive with grotesque figures, clown dolls with cracked faces and dead eyes, their mechanical laughter echoing eerily. They move, jerking and twitching in the dim light, their presences sfocating.
I try to steady my breathing, to remind myself this is just a twisted game. But the line between fear and excitement
blurs until they are one and the same. The anticipation builds, my body betraying me as I grow wet with need.
I know he's watching, savouring my fear, and the knowledge sends a thrill through me. My mind races with thoughts of what he might do, the ways he could break me and mold me to his will. his presence like a dark cloud wrapping around me. His breath is hot on my neck, and I can't help the small moan that escapes my lips.

"Scared, little Dawn?" he taunts, his voice a low growl. I want to spit in his face, to tell him to go to hell, but my body betrays me, trembling with a mix of fear and desire. "Fuck you," I manage to hiss, my voice shaking.
He laughs, a dark, humorless sound that sends chills down my spine. "Oh, you will. You will."
His hand comes down hard on my ass, the sting making me gasp. But the pain is laced with pleasure, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. He spanks me again, and again, each blow sending a jolt of arousal through   me. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You like this, don't you? The fear, the pain. It turns you on."
I want to deny it, to tell him he's wrong, but the evidence is clear. My body is hot and aching, desperate for more. He chuckles, reading my silence as confirmation.

"You're mine now, little Dawn. And I'm going to enjoy every moment of this." His hands roam over my body, rough and possessive. I shiver, but not from the cold.

His fingers trail over my thighs, teasing, before slipping between my legs.
I whimper, my body arching into his touch. He's cruel, giving me just enough to drive me wild before pulling away. I'm panting, desperate, and he knows it.
"You want this, don't you?" he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. "Please," I breathe, the word torn from my lips before I can stop it. He laughs, the sound dark and triumphant. "Good girl."
He steps away from me, leaving me trembling and exposed. I hear him rummaging through something, and the anticipation is almost unbearable.
When he returns, his hand grips my hair, pulling my head back roughly.
"I've got something special for you, little Dawn," he says, his voice dripping with dark promise.