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Every monster within a fifty-foot radius either wanted to eat me or fuck me.
“That was beautiful, little demon,” a deep voice growled from behind the mask.
“The killer clown is giving me a safe word? That’s so cute.” His grip on my horn tightened. “Big talk coming from a virgin.”
“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.”
Guess we’ll have to find something else to fill up that bratty little hole.”
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.
Growing up in the circus, I’d been around clowns my entire life. They’d never really “done” it for me. Demonic sex clowns, on the other hand, were more my speed.
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.”
“That’s what I thought. Now be a good girl and put your hands over your head.”
I felt like a dark queen sitting on her throne made of fire and flesh and bone.
