Chapter 68 The Ringmaster's Obsession Ch7

• Smoke curled around the tents as night fell, thicker than usual, the scent of scorched oil and sweat clinging to the air like something rotten. Eris wandered just beyond the ring of firelight, her new costume clinging to her skin from the earlier show, her thighs still slick from the performance he'd orchestrated. Her wrists ached from the rope. Her lips were still tingling from the gag he'd replaced with his fingers halfway through.
• She needed air. Or a hit of something cleaner than him.
• "You lookin' to get punished again, star girl?" a voice rasped from the shadows.