Twisted Circus

Chapter Two

Sienna nearly jumped out her skin when she felt Francis' hard touch on her naked skin as he lifted her up from the chair. She held her breath as his wooden fingers rose up the hem of her skirt to hold her tightly, and she cringed, attempting to hold back her vomit that threatened to leave her mouth. It made her skin crawl, whether he was doing it purposely or not. The led fingers scraped against her thighs, splintering her delicate, cleansed skin. She wanted to scream, but it wouldn't come out through the gag.

Sienna's body bounced up and down as Francis walked into the darkness, and she was trying so hard to worm her way out of his strong grip: her arms and legs were writhed.

Sienna shifted her worried eyes around her, tears still silently spilling all over Francis' shoulder. She appeared to be in a field. She'd never seen anything like this place. It was covered in blue and white, red and white and yellow and white tents. There was dim lights barely brightening up the place, and Sienna noticed a bedraggled building in the distance, along with some caravans. The only noise was the sound of a rusty big wheel, shaking in the distance from the light wind. Where on earth could she be? She'd ask, but she was so beyond terrified, and that gag continued to choke her throat.

When she looked to see Francis was taking her to a new tent, she panicked hard, and aggressively began slamming her hands against his back in attempt to get free, her piercing screams now escaping the gag somehow, but his grip only got tighter as he held her with his arms rather than his wooden hands. She tried to yell again, in hope somebody would hear her, but it began to get utterly pointless. Her throat was so dehydrated that she could feel the dryness creeping up her uvula. The call for help came out raspy.

Sienna watched as the lighting changed, and she was now inside of another tent. This one was much cleaner, and the air wasn't so chilly. It smelled sweet, in a way, and less pungent. But there was a sort of smell that lingered in her nostrils that told her this room was gruesome.

Francis shuffled her up his muscular shoulder before knocking on something that Sienna couldn't see. It terrified her, knowing she was probably being carried to her death, but with something covering the only way for help, she was truly screwed. This could be it.

"Who is it?" Said a deep, maniacal voice from inside. Sienna could tell by that devilish tone she wasn't going to like what was in there. Goosebumps rose on her revealed skin.

"It's me, sir," Francis called back seriously and someone unlocked the door for Francis to walk in.

When it opened, Francis greeted the person who'd unlocked the door and quickly hurried over to a chair. He threw Sienna into it like she was a rag doll, and she winced out in pain as the metal stool crushed her bottom, and she swore she heard something crack. Perhaps a bone, as her leg throbbed.

Francis immediately strapped her in, and Sienna put all her strength into trying to break free from his grasp, but she just couldn't. It was frustrating her so damn much. She'd never ever felt this weak. Sienna was always in power at Royston High. It had never been any other way.

She shrieked as Francis finally tightened those frayed, laver ropes around her wrists for a second time today. She caused the stools legs to rattle against the hard, earthy ground, and she moved her head to the side to to see the person who'd opened the door.

Sienna nearly collapsed in shock when she seen a woman, wearing only black panties and a dogs chain draped around her neck. Her face was the most haunting thing. It was covered in hair, all over the show. Thick, black curls of it all leaping of her forehead and her cheeks. Her entire breasts were exposed for everyone in the room to see. They were also coated with dark hair. She wore a badge saying DOG FACE on her underwear; the only bit of skin that wasn't shown was her groin because of those panties. Sienna quickly bowed her head to the ground and sobbed aloud, screaming in her thoughts and in her gag.