33. Micha
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
MICHA
Irip apart Spiral’s tent, throwing everything I can get my hands on, searching for something, anything, that proves he’s dangerous.
That he’s a liar. That he’s going to kill Karma.
There are empty, half-empty, and full bottles of alcohol strewn across the floor, cigarette butts across the vanity, and packets of drugs nearly everywhere I look.
“You won’t find anything,” an unfortunately familiar voice says quietly behind me from the tent entrance.
“Get the fuck away from me.” I grab an empty bottle by the neck, smash it against the side of the dressing table, and hold the remaining upper half with jagged edges out in front of me like a weapon. I don’t care that I’m fully naked.
He raises his eyebrows, unimpressed, and flicks his black eyes between me and the make-shift weapon.
“Can you calm down? You’re being dramatic.”
“Me dramatic?” I all but screech. I think I’m losing my mind in this place.
It’s driving me insane. He’s driving me insane.
“You’re the one who thinks having a complete personality switch makes you trustworthy.
Karma might be convinced, but she’s as naive as they come.
” Horny, depraved, cannibalistic, yes, but also completely unknowing of the real world.
“I haven’t had a personality switch,” he chuckles, taking another step. “I just stopped wanting to kill her.”
“Why?”
He tilts his head. “Because she’s more useful to me alive. And she’s grown on me.”
“And what about the rest of us? You’re a jealous fuck, Spiral. You’ll gut us all the moment you get a chance to have her to your freaky self.”
“Despite how true that may or may not have been at one point, it’s pretty clear to me that she stands no chance without all of us. I’m trying to work with you now. You can put the bottle down, Micha.”
“You expect me to believe you?” I take a step forward before he can. He’ll try and spin the dominance, but there’s no mistaking he belongs on his knees.
He shrugs. “Not really. But I don’t care. Karma’s not getting rid of me and my cocks now.”
“Soren won’t let her out of his sight with you around.”
He smirks. “I’ve never minded an audience. Clearly, neither do any of you. I don’t really want to kill Arlo anyway. He’s pretty cute, and you two clearly come as a set.”
I press the jagged edges to his chest. He looks up at me, and violent ideas of what I could do to him flash across my mind.
My cock jerks without permission. I try to keep this side of me away; it’s so easy to give in to causing pain and hurt, but it’s not as easy to reign it back in.
Although if anyone deserves it, it’s this guy.
I hate to admit that he shares similarities with Arlo. Shorter than me. Pathetic. Lean muscle on his slim arms. But whilst Arlo likes pain and takes it willingly, Spiral looks like a fighter, a brat.
“Prove it,” I mutter.
“Prove what?”
“That you’ll take me with the rest of them. I don’t get pushed out because of you, mutt.”
“I’m not trying to push you out.”
“Prove. It.”
His eyes flit between mine, and I visibly see the idea to hypnotise me cross his mind. Before he can turn those hollow, soulless orbs to white and black swirls, I grab his hair, spin him, and press his front against his littered vanity.
“Get… off…” he grunts, bucking back into me, but all he manages is to rub his ass against my cock. I shove forward, my hardening cock nestling into his ass, forcing him to feel me.
“Fight me. I dare you. You’re only going to get your tight ass filled. Is that what you want?”
“No,” he lies, shifting his ass to grind it against me.
“Liar. Do you know what I do to liars?” I spit on his bare back and rub the saliva into his skin. “I mark them, hurt them, destroy them. I bet that’s what you want. Oh, lie to me again, runt. Let me prove you wrong. Tell me you don’t want it.”
“I don’t,” he yells, kicking back, but I laugh and slip my hand beneath him. I palm his rock-hard cocks through his jumpsuit. He goes still, and my breath skims his ear as I chuckle darkly.
“Knew it.”
I untie his jumpsuit, drag it down his legs, and kick his feet apart as far as the fabric will let him. His sheet-white ass will bruise brilliantly.
“Stop it,” he whimpers, and I bring my hand down on his ass.
He cries out, nails digging into the vanity.
I’m not doing anything to hold him to the desk; he’s there willingly.
Maybe not mentally, but physically, and that’s all I care about.
He can fight me as much as he wants, but if he hopes for a chance at staying around Karma, he’ll prove it through his body.
“This is what you deserve.” I smooth my hands over his ass and up his back. “Prove you’re useful to me, and I might just keep you around. I’m going to break you, going to make you my little bitch. Do you understand?”
He doesn’t answer. I sneak my hand through his hair, tug him back, and force him to look at himself in the mirror. Oh, how pitiful he looks, completely at my mercy.
“I asked you a question.”
“I hate you,” he hisses, and I smirk against his neck as I lick a trail up to his ear. He mewls, his hips thrusting minutely, and I press my cock into the seam of his ass.
“Do you? Prove it. Now bend over and spread your ass for me.”
“No—”
I slam his head down, his cheek colliding with the wooden dressing table. “Speak back to me again, and I’ll leave those cocks of yours edged and throbbing. Now say sorry.”
“Please.” His hips move back and forth in tiny, desperate thrusts, and when I look down, I see him rubbing the top one against the underside of the dressing table.
“Naughty boy,” I chastise, pushing forward so his hips lock against the wooden edge. He can’t go anywhere now. “Say you’re sorry, and you’ll get your reward.”
“I’m sorry,” he cries out, relenting, and he reaches his hands back around him to spread his ass cheeks for me.
“Look at that tight, little hole,” I groan.
I press two fingers between his lips. “This is how I’m going to finger your ass, runt.
” I slip out and thrust back in, hitting the back of his mouth and making him gag.
“If you take my fingers and cock well enough, I’ll let you come. But only when I’m satisfied.”
With wet fingers, I circle his hole, and he groans out loudly.
When I push one inside slowly, I reach around to roll his balls in my palm, and his whole body starts to shake. I add a second finger, stretching him out digit by digit to take my dick.
I pull out, release his balls, spit onto the tight ring, and press my tip in an inch before he can push me away.
“Take my cock, runt.”
My hand presses against the back of his neck, holding his head down as I lean mine back and groan loudly at the feel of his little ass taking me.
“Micha,” he whines, and the noise goes straight to my balls.
“What? You want me to stop? To keep going?”
“I-I don’t know.”
I laugh and slowly start to slide out. “I don’t care. Either way, you’re taking it.” I slam inside, his beautiful cry making me leak precum inside him. Bliss overtakes me, pleasure shooting up my spine with every thrust.
“Not even Arlo has taken my cock in his ass yet. Say thank you, bitch.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“You’ll always thank your owner. Maybe I’ll get you a collar next. You and Arlo can have matching ones. What do you think, mutt?”
“Anything. Anything at all. Oh fuck. Harder, harder.”
“Shut up,” I spit, but I grant him his wish.
I fuck him into the vanity, ignoring the way it creaks and shifts against the floor.
“Imagine all the things I could do with control of this body. How about I force you to ride me and suck Arlo’s sweet cock dry?
Stuff both your holes. They’re not useful for anything else, especially not for running that mouth of yours. ”
“I love sucking cock. I’ll suck it better than you do.”
There’s the brat. The one that wants to be punished.
I spank his ass and grip his hair. “You think so, huh? Just for that.” I reach beneath the vanity and grab his lower cock as I thrust into him quickly.
I fuck him in time with my hand, rubbing it up and down with a tight grip, and whatever comment he was about to release gets trapped in a throaty whimper as he surrenders to the sudden intense pleasure.
“That’s what I thought,” I mock.
Despite how badly I want to empty my balls into his ass right now, he’s going to pay for his tone. The brat needs taming.
“You want to cum, runt? Go on, say it. Beg for it.”
“Please, Micha, please! It’s coming. I’m going to—”
I release his cock, pull out of his ass, and watch with a wicked grin as he cries out, body convulsing as he suffers the worst edging of his life. Tears leak out the corners of his eyes, streaking the already-smudged black makeup, and I almost feel bad. That’s a lie; I feel fucking fantastic.
“I suggest you make it up to me if you don’t want to be edged again.”
He stands on shaky feet and turns to face me. Uncertainty laces his eyes, but he gives in to my domination. He knows who’s boss now, at least somewhat.
“Go on. I’m waiting.”
He kicks away his jumpsuit and shifts back to sit on the vanity, his back against the mirror. I watch his painfully hard cocks throb when he spreads his legs, placing his feet against the edge to reveal himself for me completely.
“That’s what I thought.” I wrap my hand around his throat and let my tip penetrate his ass. “Disrespect me again, and I’ll ruin your orgasm. Now sit there and take it like a good pup.”
I stretch out his hole again, quickly and harshly. The mesmerising sight of his black eyes rolling into his head ensnares me. With every thrust, his cocks bounce and shift together, beading precum. It takes a lot of strength to refrain from grabbing them, but he doesn’t deserve that pleasure yet.
“Tell me, Spiral. Did you really think you’d keep Karma’s sweet pussy all to yourself?”
“Yes,” he admits, and I reward his honesty by grabbing the base of his upper cock.
“And here you are, taking me like you’re starved. This is your life now. You live to serve me. You exist to worship my cock. Wherever I want. When you’re asleep, unconscious, dead—I own this hole. Kreo isn’t your owner anymore; I am.”
I grab the lighter and joint from the ash tray beside him, fucking him roughly as I push it between his lips and light the end.
His head leans back as he inhales deeply and exhales through the corner of his mouth, blowing smoke into my face.
His body physically relaxes as he drags in more like he depends on weed as much as he depends on his incoming orgasm.
“Please fill my ass with cum, Micha,” he grunts, fingers gripping the edge of the vanity.
His eyes blaze as I slap his cheek and grip his jaw.
“Let me see you finish,” I demand, grabbing his cocks. I jerk them quickly until his mouth parts on a silent moan, the spliff dropping to his stomach, and long ropes of cum spurt from both tips simultaneously.
The hot waves of relief rush through me as I empty myself inside him, shortening my thrusts to milk myself using his twitching hole.
We pant together, staring at the mess we’ve made on his stomach.
“You won’t talk down to me again. Understand?”
“Or what?”
“Or one ruined orgasm becomes two, and two becomes three, and three becomes as many as I want until you get the point. I own you now, pet. So I’ll ask again. Do you understand?”
The fight is back now that the orgasmic high has deflated, but he swallows and nods his head. “I understand.”
“Good. Now get dressed. We have a dead girl to convince.”
“Convince of what?” he asks as he jumps down and grabs a wipe for his stomach.
“We’re getting out of here. No matter what Karma says.”
“Why do you hate the circus so much?”
I don’t look at him as he wiggles back into his jumpsuit. I’m too busy trying to remember when I last had clothes on and where I left them. Karma’s tent?
“Aside from the fact it’s full of terrifying cannibals, creepy acrobats, and loud, annoying music?”
“Yeah, aside from that.”
I huff a laugh. Shit, am I really about to be honest with this guy? It seems we’ve managed to get over the worst of our animosity.
“My father… He was adamant about making me into ‘the man of the house’. When my mother died from a stroke, my father couldn’t stand to see his weak ten-year-old son crying anymore.
He’d force me to watch all kinds of sick and twisted snuff films. Once he realised that the ones with clowns scared me the most, they became his favourite to show me. ”
“That’s why you were so freaked out by me.”
“You have hypnotic eyes and a split tongue,” I deadpan. He grins, and I don’t push away my pleasant reaction upon seeing it. “But yeah, that’s why. I guess it worked in the end. Not in my dad’s favour—I killed him—but in mine. I can protect Arlo.”
“That’s not because of your dad. That’s because of you.”
His words slam into me.
I guess he’s not wrong. I give my father credit for my sadistic tendencies, for my ability to brush past death, but caring for Arlo all these years was down to me.
“Can’t you see that you and Karma are trapped here?”
He tilts his head curiously, but he lets me change the conversation. “I’d rather be trapped in a place that accepts me than out there where everyone hates me.”
“Don’t you get it? Karma is hated both here and out there. She doesn’t get a reprieve like you do.”
Realisation crosses his face. He’s well aware that he is—or was—a part of that hatred.
“Kreo needs me here.”
“Does he?” Hurt overrides his expression, but I keep going.
“Does he actually need anyone? Look at what he’s done to Karma.
She doesn’t understand what she is. And look at what he’s done to you.
Given you hope that he can fix you, but you’re still relying on drugs and whisky and the illusion of hope he’s fed you to get through the night.
You’re delusional, Spiral, and Karma’s naive.
But the two of you need to get the hell out of here before this place eats you alive. You have an out by coming with us.”
“Kreo isn’t a bad man. He cares about Karma.”
“If that were the case, he wouldn’t have stitched her a smile.”
I turn and stomp out of the tent. I’ve had enough of this place, had enough of the future hanging over our heads. I want something to change now, and that means making a decision and a plan.
Spiral chases after me, but he doesn’t run his mouth anymore. I can tell he’s contemplating, and maybe he finally sees what an outsider sees: the lack of control he really has.