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Every monster within a fifty-foot radius either wanted to eat me or fuck me.
“My brother polished your sword for you,” the scary clown behind me rumbled, a smile in his voice. “The least you can do is polish his in return.”
“Put the sword down before you hurt yourself there, Bozo.”
“You got quite the little mouth on you,” the clown on top of me chuckled. “What a shame we don’t have soap to wash it out with, right, bro?”
“Oh yeah. A real shame. Guess we’ll have to find something else to fill up th...
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Lots of people feared getting strangled by a terrifying clown. Turns out, choking to death on clown cock wasn’t the worst way to go.
lmaooo
Shame is a useless human emotion and has no place at Sinner’s Sideshow, babe. Like what you want to like. Fuck what you want to fuck. Be messy. Be obscene. Be yourself. No apologies. No fucks given. That’s how we do it here.”
I felt like a dark queen sitting on her throne made of fire and flesh and bone.
“Look at that. All I have to do is slap my collar on you and call you a good girl, and you’re all smiles, sugar and dripping pussy.”
