"Are you okay? What did Claude do?" Rose wonders. I tell him, "No, he didn't do anything to me. Elijah did."
She says, "I found out about ten minutes ago that, in fact, that was Declan."
"He did what?" She asks, "Do I have to kill someone?" "We are both sane, but we have different personalities," I tell them.
She turns her head down. "Hm?"
"You are the crazy mother." "Claude has anger problems, but he still thinks like a crazy person," I say. "And you are the innocent insane," she says with a giggle.
She asks, "Why? What did he say?"
"Claude said he was going to make Elijah into beef patties and feed him to his performers," I say.
"Smart people have similar ideas." She hits her head.
Claude makes a sad face and points to his tent while looking at me. "My tent, right now," he says.
As usual, I give in right away when he tells me to go to his tent.
He walks in from behind me, sits on the edge of his bed, and takes off his belt. He then waves me over to him.
I'm curious. What will he do?
He grabs me, and I'm on his lap and on top of him in a second. I hear the belt being thrown on the bed. "My hand is enough."
After he says that, he lifts my skirt and puts his bare hand across my ass. The hard slap makes me gasp for air.
The burning sensation or a rough mark on the way. My hands are tied behind my back because he didn't slap me. His hand slides down my thigh, then lifts up, giving my butt another hard smack.
I don't know why I got this, but it's exciting.
I wiggle and kick my legs. Then I get hit on the behind again, and I whimper. "Making love is annoying and unpleasant, but fucking hard sounds very good," he says, and I feel a pulse between my legs.
When I think about him making out with me, I let out a moan.
I let out a loud squeal when his hand suddenly touches my cheek again... He puts his hands in circles on my buttocks to make me feel better.
"I've noticed that every time I slap you, you get wetter." I can feel a grin, and I want to look up to see what it is, but I can't move.
I move around in his grip, and his hand goes between my legs.
"Touch me, please, please, please." I'm not at all ashamed to beg right now.
Again, he smacks my butt with his hand, and I bite my lip to keep from yelling.
He has a laugh.
This is by far the sexiest sound I've ever heard.
He slides his hand back between my legs and rubs it over my underwear. When his hand moves away, I move around even more. "Don't touch me, dammit!" I complain and frown, but I know he can't tell.
Even though I kick my legs, he still holds me against his lap.
I feel his hand on my butt again, and just when I think he's going to move it between my legs, it slaps me in the butt.
He moves his hand to the back of my underwear's elastic and starts to slowly pull them off.
He lets out a low groan, and I can feel my wet pants sticking to me while he pulls them down.
He picks me up by my arms behind my back, and as he pulls me close to his face, my underwear falls to the ground.
"Lay on my bed, but on your stomach with your ass up," he tells me. He's probably attracted to the fact that I'm so wet that when he took my pants off, they stuck to my whole area.
He rips off my shirt, but he leaves my bra and skirt on. He had better not rip my good stockings like he did my shirt.
He lets go of me, and I jump on the bed, lay on my stomach, and lift my behind up.
"Claude, we have training, don't you remember?" When Dagger stops us, it makes
Claude even more angry.
I let out a sigh and turn onto my back. Did Claude hear him at all? He's looking at me with his cheeks red and his mouth a little bit down.
He gulps and then scowls at the door. When I stand up, Claude sighs.
"After training, I'm going to f*ck the crap out of you, whether anyone likes it or not. I don't care if the whole town can't sleep tonight because you're screaming my name, it's going to happen."
I bite down on my bottom lip and move my legs from side to side.
He has said a lot of great things, but that one really hit home.
When he gets up, I get out of bed."Cla-"
"I'm coming to shut the fuck up!" When Dagger tries to call him again, Claude yells, and I laugh.
He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me toward him until we touch.
I turn my head sideways. He's acting strangely, as if he's under some kind of spell.
"Claude, are you okay?" I smile and ask.
He gives a slow nod. "Uh-huh."
It's so strange, I've never seen him like this before. He takes a deep breath. "Claude-"
"Claude, shut up and leave, you pervert," Claude tells Dagger.
"Melissa is here," he tells her.
The hands of Claude squeeze my waist.
"She is looking for you, Claude, and is getting very stubborn and annoying, so hurry up and deal with her," he says.
"Tell her that I am busy," says Claude. "I did, but she's looking for you and is on her way to this tent right now."
"Claude," says Melissa as she pushes her way into the tent.
Claude frowns and turns around to look at her. "What?"
"I see that you broke our deal?" She says this with a look of arrogance on her ugly face.
"What's the deal?"
"I don't see either Rose or Doll gone," she says. "I'll wait out here. It's okay if you have to do something. Don't worry about me," I tell them. "There will be a day for us, I promise, and I don't want anything to happen between her and me," he says.
As I leave, he sighs.
Yes, I'm just wearing a bra and a skirt, but I've worn things that were even more showing.
I ask, "How is baby mama?" "Dancing with Gwen," he says with a laugh. From Claude's tent, I hear a loud noise. There's nothing sexual about it.
"What's up... Come with me for a minute, Doll. You should see how Rose and Gwen dance," he says, putting his hand on my lower back to lead me to the big tent where the girls are dancing.
I ask him, "What is going on?"
"Listen to me, doll, and trust me: he isn't doing anything sexual with her in there. That's not why I brought you in here, so don't ask anymore," he says, looking worried.
Rose pulls me toward her and moves my hands with hers as we dance. Everyone seems to know something that I don't.
As we dance to the music, she spins me around, but something doesn't feel right.
Dagger comes back into the room and says, "Claude is just taking a shower, and then he'll be back to train." "Yeah, that's fine. We're busy anyway," says Gwen.
When Rose smiles at Dagger and he smiles back, it's so cute. I'm sad.
"Oh. "When I went to the doctor, I forgot to tell you how far I am," she says. I ask, "How far are you?"
"Two months," she says with a smile.
"I'm going to be an aunt!" I squeal with joy. She gives me a hug and says, "I know." Then we dance to the music together.
"Why are you wasting time? Get to training!" When Claude yells, I jump a little.
I ask, "Where is Melissa?" He walks by me with a blank face and says, "Dead." "Claude you can't just say things like that," Rose tells him.
Turning around, Claude walks over to me. He says to me, "I killed Melissa. If you don't believe me, go look at her body all messed up in a body bag."
"He's joking. I saw her leave in her car," Dagger says as he goes over to Rose.
Claude is sad. "Like always, you ruined my fun," he scowls at Dagger. When Claude's hair is wet, he looks great.
"Okay, enough with the jokes, let's train," says Gwen.
"I told you to stop lying," I say to him in a whisper. "I didn't do it, and I can prove it. Sometimes I don't want to tell you the truth because I don't want you to—" He stops, moves back, and tilts his head to the side.
"Then again, you didn't care that I 'killed' Dagger," he says in a whisper.
A few times, I blink. It's so fucking crazy of me to agree with him.
He puts his hand behind me and pulls my hair to tilt my head up. He puts his face close to mine and puts his free hand under my skirt. "You are really interesting, Doll," he teases as he kisses my ear. I did what he did and shut my eyes.
The way he holds my hair turns me on, and I know I'm crazy.
"How do I know that you are telling the truth?" I ask, and I'm about to cough, but I hold it in. He says, "I know you told me not to lie, but I'm just having fun."
"But..." He floats his hand between my legs without touching me. "I will kill anyone who tries to please you besides me."
I give him a frown. "Touch me," I cry out. "If I touch that, you'll bend over and my dick will go deep into your stomach," he says, and I feel like I'm going to pass out.
"What's the matter?"
"You are Ana's replacement because you are the only talented person here. While I look for another trapeze artist, you will take her place."
I say, "We have a show tomorrow, so I should probably get going." "Not dressed like that, you don't have any underwear on, and you'll be in the air. If someone looks between your legs and sees you without underwear, their head will be on my wall," he says.
I say, "You're the one who took them off." He slaps me in the face, but instead of how I usually react, I start to laugh. He moves his mouth close to my ear.
"Then go put on another pair, because Melissa will die in about seven hours."I'm flying through the air on a swing. "Bend your legs, bring them up to your chest, and swing them over the pole. Then let go. You should fall back and swing toward me so I can grab your hands," Diego says.
I do as I'm told and put my legs over the pole. Then I let go and fall back, feeling my heart pound as I swing toward Diego and reach out for them.
They grab my hands, and I unhook my legs from the bar, which makes me swing even lower toward the net while Diego holds my hands.
"Grab the other bar, but put your legs over it first and don't grab it with your hands," they tell me, and Rose, who isn't acting, helps me get to the other swing since she isn't on it.
Diego lets go of the swing as it gets close to me, and I grab it and swing my legs over the bar.
"This is so much fun!" I yell at Diego.
He says, "This is why I do it, because it is so exciting."
We both fall into the net after a few more tricks. "Is there any trick that you can't do?" Rose wants to give me a hug when I get off the computer.
"That was so much fun," I gasp.
I reach for my bottle of water and drink it all.
Rose goes over to Dagger, who is grinning and holding a hose.
She pouts when he sprays her with the hose. "Don't, Dagger, don't wet me." he keeps doing it. He points it at Diego and sprays him and the others with it. "Fucker, give it to me."
Diego runs after him, but Rose beats him to the hose and sprays me with water. "You whore," I tell you. The water stops coming out of the hose, and when we look in the direction of the tap, we see Claude standing there.
"And you say that I ruin the fun," Dagger says.
"This isn't training, get back to it," Claude says with a scowl.
Camila rolls her eyes and says, "Good thing I don't need training to work at the box office."
Rose says, "Maybe he's always in a bad mood because he's the oldest." I say, "That's funny, I don't even know how old he is."
I've never thought about it, but he looks to be at least in the middle of his 20s.
"Wait. Really?" Rose wonders. "Dead serious," I tell them. "He's thirty-six," she tells him.
The floor with my smacks. "No way! "He looks like he's twenty!" "Face surgery? I don't know," she shrugs.
"No, it would be obvious if he had surgery," I tell them. "Maybe he's a vampire," she says as a joke.
Dagger says, "He isn't pale, so he can't be a vampire." "Self-tanning," I tell them.
"I don't know, but I want his face routine so that when I'm his age, I'll still look young," she says. Dagger asks, "What if he's lying about his age?"
"I don't know, it's been thirteen years since he bought this Circus. He looked like an adult then, so I don't think he's lying about his age."
"He got started when he was twenty-three?" I ask. She says, "I told him that this Circus has been around for decades when he bought it."
"He used to be a regular performer. His family used to own this circus, but they all died in a tent fire. Twenty years ago, when he was just a performer, the original big top burned down. I think he was one of the trick performers, maybe trapeze? I don't know, but he went to get food for everyone and when he got back, the big top was on the ground and smoke was coming out of it."
"Do you mean he also lost his family?"
She agrees. "He lost all of his friends, family, and everything else that was important to him. I think that's why he wanted us, because we all understood a different part of his pain."
"But he didn't really own it until more than seven years later because he was only 16 at the time."
"How do you know everything you do?" I ask.
"I can't stop reading mystery stories in newspapers. That one was four pages long and was called "The Story of Claude Desdemona."," she says.
"People kept blaming him for it, he was questioned by the police, and that was the last time anyone saw him cry. They had evidence and all that to show he didn't do it, and eventually everyone forgot about it until they went to Seattle to where the tent used to be. It is now a scary story to tell kids."
"Claude thinks he's cursed," says Dagger.
"Why on earth would you believe that crap?"
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