Page 21 of Chaos Carnival

The electric dome flared overhead, trapping us with this twisted display. Ivan's voice echoed through the auditorium,dripping with venom. “You remember our little games, don't you, Tess? The tricks I taught you during our private rehearsals.”

The hair on the back of my neck stood up. My skin crawled as if a thousand insects were skittering across my flesh. He’d kept me as a private sex slave and shared me out to his friends. I didn’t like his tricks and games one bit.

Ivan snapped his fingers. Obediently, Addie sank to her knees in front of him. With a sickening smile, she reached for his belt.

My body moved, too. I fell to my knees in front of Maverick. Heard my own voice, pleading, confused, even as my hands worked the buttons of his fly.

“No. Tess, stop. What are you–” Maverick tried to push me away, but my body felt like it was operating on its own. I struggled against his hands, our desperate pleas mingling.

I wanted to stop.

I wanted to fight this, but some unseen force compelled me. Ivan's eyes burned into me, and a whip in his hand snaked out, the crack of leather on flesh filling the theater. I winced from the phantom pain in response. My hands closed around Maverick, and I realized with horror that I was doing it.

Following Ivan's unspoken command along with Addie.

Ivan threaded his fingers through Addie's hair, forcing her closer. Her mouth moved hungrily, and a strangled moan escaped Maverick as my own mouth began to mirror Addie's movements on him.

“Not as good as you, Tess, but she's learning.” Ivan's cruel laugh sent a flicker of panic through my gut. “Watch and learn, little witch. I plan to remind you both who's in control.”

Addie's moans filled the theater as she took Ivan deeper. My body moved in time with hers, my actions growing more frenzied even as my mind screamed in protest. I was trapped, a puppet on invisible strings, forced to play out this grotesque pantomime.

Maverick's hands faltered, his protests dying as he succumbed to the pleasure. His fingers tangled in my hair, his body arching into me as pain lanced through my head.

Ivan's laughter boomed, echoed by Addie's disturbingly enthusiastic glee.

The sickening sound of Ivan's voice broke through the haze engulfing my mind. “Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted? Ah, yes.” He motioned to the empty theater seats, his voice booming with demonic power. “LET THE SHOW BEGIN.”

My heart sank as the air shimmered, a tangible suffocating force like an invisible net. Row by row, the seats revealed themselves to be filled. It must have been a glamour that had concealed them, he’d now removed.

My stomach turned as I watched them move, puppet-like, each woman turning to the nearest man with seductive grace. Their smiles were perfect, painted on like dolls, but their eyes...

God, their eyes were dead pools of submission.

They were beautiful and broken, their gazes fixed on the men as if he were their whole world. Ivan hadn't just taken their bodies—he'd stripped away their will, their very essence, until they were nothing but pretty shells programmed to please.

I gripped Maverick's arm, bile rising in my throat. These women could have been anyone's sisters, daughters, friends. Now they were just Ivan's toys, and soon Addie would join them if we couldn't stop this. The thought of my fierce, independent best friend reduced to this hollow state made my blood run cold.

Ivan's grip tightened on Addie's hair, his hips punching forward as he spoke. “Each cock-hungry circus slut will service the nearest man. No refusal. No resistance. Just a deep, eager thirst for cum.”

Addie moaned, her fingers digging into his thighs as she sucked harder.

Maverick's body tensed in my hands. “Tess,” he growled, trying to pull away. “It's the magic. Fight it.”

But my body refused to listen. My mouth continued its obscene mockery of Addie's actions. My thoughts scrambled, helpless against the compulsion.

Ivan's hips stuttered, his breath coming in short gasps. “That's it, pets. So fucking good. Take what I give you and beg for more.”

Addie's tongue swirled, eager and obedient. Her eyes, blank and unseeing, fixed on Ivan with uncanny devotion.

“I'm close, little slut. Gonna paint your face.” Ivan's voice was thick with anticipation.

Maverick's struggles grew weaker, his body betraying him as pleasure took over. “Tess, I can't—oh, fuck.”

Ivan's body bucked, his hands tangling in Addie's hair, holding her firmly in place as he growled out his command. “Take it, pet. All of it.” His hips jerked as he pulled out, and then warm liquid splattered across Addie's face, dripping down her cheeks.

My stomach turned at the sight, but my body still wouldn't obey me. Ivan's warped smile seemed to dare me to try and resist. Trapped in my own skin, I was helpless as my body continued.

Addie whimpered, a hungry, eager sound that sent a wave of nausea through me. She pulled back, her lips curving into that disturbingly wide smile that seemed so wrong on her cum-splashed face.

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