Page 1 of Inferno

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Nova

Halloween night is always the busiest night of the Carnival. This little bum fuck town is our last stop this year. Tonight is the night I feed the demon inside me. She’s starving, and I can’t wait to sink my teeth into one of these little country boys.

Throughout this entire leg of the carnival, I have been well-behaved. As I swiftly move through the stalls, noting the progress of their setup, I twirl my knife between my fingers. My ultimate destination is my trailer, where I will begin my preparation for the night that lies ahead. My priority right now is to double-check that all of my fire gear is functioning properly.

“Nova.” I spin my knife around at the ready. Only to be met by the eyes of the manager, Cade.

"Yes, Cade?~" I melodiously croon with my high-pitched sing-song voice. Cade despises it when I converse in this manner, and my sole objective is to deliberately irritate him to a significant degree.

With a groan of frustration, he runs his hand covered in tattoos down his face. Already seemingly regretting whatever he is about to ask me. “Would you be okay with working, lust, heresy, and violence tonight?”

I narrow my eyes at him, causing him to shift uncomfortably. Cade's feet shuffle as he shifts his weight, his hands tightly rolling the papers he holds.

“Why?” I ask.

“Lottie is sick, and you are the only one who can adapt at the last minute. Plus, you are the best looking. You’ll look hot, covered in all that blood. Please?”

I smirk at Cade’s attempt to flatter me and playfully twirl my knife in my hand. “Well, Cade, since you’ve asked so nicely and I do enjoy a little chaos on Halloween night, I suppose I can handle it for tonight’s performance,” I respond, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Cade lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing. “Thank you, Nova. I know you’re the only one who can pull it off,” he says, handing me the rolled-up papers. “Here are the details and instructions for each act. Bring the intensity and leave the audience in awe.”

I take the papers from him, scanning through the instructions with a mischievous grin. As I read, I can already envision the thrilling and macabre scenes I will create. The anticipation builds inside me, fueling the hunger of the demon that lies dormant within.

With a nod of agreement, I assure Cade, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure tonight’s performance is unforgettable. The little country boys won’t know what hit them.”

As Cade walks away, I make my way toward my trailer, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. Inside, I meticulously gather my fire gear, checking each piece to ensureits functionality. The flames will dance and mesmerize tonight, adding an extra element of danger to the already thrilling acts.

I prepare myself physically and mentally, feeling the demon inside me stirring, eager to be unleashed. I revel in this dark side of mine, embracing the power it gives me. Halloween night is the perfect opportunity to indulge in my desires and feed the insatiable hunger within.

With my preparations complete, I take a moment to admire my reflection in the mirror. Dressed in my scandalous costume, my eyes gleaming with anticipation, I know I am ready to captivate the audience and fulfill their darkest fantasies.

Tonight, as the Carnival comes alive on Halloween night, I will be the embodiment of lust, heresy, and violence. The little country boys will tremble before me, their fear mingling with twisted desire. And as I sink my teeth into their innocence, the demon inside me will finally be sated, if only for a fleeting moment.

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When the sky is blanketed in darkness, the environment calls to me, urging me to completely immerse myself in its embrace. The fear that grips all the patrons and the intense lust that permeates the air, is so palpable that you can taste it. The scene before me unfolds as I watch people slowly trickle inside the tent, each person finding their seat. The first circle performance tonight is Limbo. Cade steps out into the center of the ring, giving the patrons their last warnings for the night.

“The acts you are about to witness will shock you, disturb you. They will challenge your sensibilities and awaken your deepest, darkest desires. This is not a show for the faint of heart, but for those who crave the forbidden.” As the music begins to play, Cade’s body contorts, bending backward in impossible ways.The crowd gasps in awe and disbelief, their eyes fixated on his graceful, yet twisted, movements. Cade makes his way back to the performers’ only area, taking a spot next to me.

“Ready?” Cade whispers, leaning in to speak against ear.

“The question is,” I motion to the crowd. “Are they?”

Limbo’s set has performers chained to the floor, screaming in loneliness to depict the pagans and unbaptized souls in Limbo. The room is pitch black and the sounds of pained moans and screams are feeding the fear. You can feel the utter despair.

Step by step, I climb up the scaffolding until I reach the designated aerialist area. Technicians carefully fasten me into the ropes, ensuring that I am securely and safely harnessed. The gusts of Lust's performance will leave me whirling in a frigid tempest. The act involves me using straps to firmly attach my partner to myself. His smile contrasts sharply with my hostile glare. We are to recreate the raw, primal desire that courses through our veins. So we have to act as if we are fucking while floating in the air.

I’d much rather be fucking.

The temperature drops in the enclosure and the air turns frigid. All that separates me and the other performer is the nude pasties on my nipples and the sheer nude thong covering my pussy. His sheer nude shorts are barely visible, but you can see the outline of his cock.

“You want to make the act worthwhile?” He winks at me. The thickness of his cock twitching against my pussy. For a millisecond, I am tempted to entertain his offer.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Max,” he says with a shaky voice.

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