Twisted Circus

Chapter Eight

Hello everyone :) I know its been too long since i updated this story, but i've improved my writing a lot since i began writing on Wattpad and i wanted to show it all to you whilst ive got some free time at university. I really hope it doesn't disappoint as ive missed communicating with you guys so much !! 

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Sienna flinched when Francis placed his wooden hand upon her shoulder and she moved back, the chains against her wrists making a loud rattling sound across the small tent.

"Don't touch me you fucking murderer," Sienna cried. Her ginger hair was damp, covering her face. But Francis could still see her wide eyes and pale complexion vividly from the moonlight that crept into the top of the tent.

"Sienna, you need to calm down," Francis said. "I didn't murder anyone."

"Yes you did, you did. Don't lie! I saw you- that body.." her words trailed off as she pushed her hair from her face, unblinking. The chains clashed louder and Francis jumped a little, shooting a look to the entrance of the tent then back at her.

Francis tried to approach her again and she shuffled back, her body shaking. He reached over and grabbed her wrist and she used the chain to hit his wooden arms. A clanking noise echoed the tent and he clenched his teeth.

"Fuck off!" Sienna screamed. Francis huffed, holding his arms against each other.

Sienna grabbed a free pillow and launched it at him. He narrowed his eyebrows and she let out a shriek before throwing another one. The chains strained from the floorboards, digging into her arms. But Sienna couldn't stop. She continued hammering them at him like a possessed woman; her eyes and hair wild.

Francis fell back slightly. He moved his wooden arms in front of his face. The noise of the chains got louder and his eyes widened. Francis' vision darted towards the entrance of the tent as a pillow hit him in the face.

His body snapped towards Sienna as she breathed heavily at him. As her eyes caught his, Francis charged towards her. He sat on top of her body, placing his hand over her mouth. The wood splintered her lips. She tried to let out a shriek, but it was muffled. She wriggled underneath his grip, so he pushed his legs deeper against hers.

Tears streamed down her face, and she attempted to speak through the wood. All Francis could make out was the word freak.

"Stop, Sienna!" Francis said through a whisper. "Just fucking stop and listen to me."

Sienna ignored him, her stomach pushing against him. His crotch dug into her legs. She tried to move his fake hands from her face, but the chains were too heavy under his weight. She sighed, letting her arms flop against the bed.

" Are you going to listen to me?" Francis said. Sienna slowly shook her head, her eyes shut tight.

Francis let out a breath. "The Stampedes sacrificed that person, not me."

"Then why was you holding it?" Sienna sobbed into his hands. He released them from her face, but she began talk before he had the chance to respond.

"And who are The Stampedes?" Sienna managed to scoot herself up, but Francis' body still held her in place. "I'm sick of everyone talking about these fucking Stampedes."

"The Stampedes are a cult. We work for them. That's why you're here." Francis said, looking away from her. She narrowed her eyebrows at him and a choke escaped her throat.