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“Baby? Ugh barf.”

“I was just wondering if it's true that some performers... well, you know?”

“Fuck people from the audience?” I reach out and trail a finger up his forearm. “Why, you looking to have a little fun?”

“Well, I mean... who wouldn’t be interested in that?”

“Someone who has a good woman and a child at home waiting for them. That’s who wouldn’t.”

Let me handle this, you mean bitch. I know what I’m doing.

"Oh, do you now?”

“Why wait for tomorrow night? Maybe I can help ease some of that need you have brewing inside." I slide my hand over his chest and down his stomach, grabbing him by his belt. “You could come back tonight after the carnival’s all closed down. I’ll be all alone in my trailer.”

“All alone, is that so? What do you think we’d do?”

“God, he’s pathetic.”

“Whatever. You. Want.” I step into him and while I’m shorter than him, I know I can take him. “I’ve got three holes, just aching to be filled.”

“Goddamn.” He whispers. “You’ve got me so hard right now. Too bad you can’t take care of it right now for me.”

“Sorry, baby. It’s family night. Too many little kids around for that kind of fun. Plus, wouldn’t your wife be jealous?”

“Fuck my wife. She does whatever I say anyway.” The snide smirk on his face makes me want to peel the skin back and shove it in his mouth, watching him choke. “If I told her to fuck you while I watched, she would. But I’d much rather it be just us.”

“We’d prefer if it was just us too. No need to scare the poor woman.”

“Meet me here, say at midnight.”

“You’ve got it.” He grips the wrist of the hand that plays with his belt. “Don’t stand me up. I’ll come looking for you.”

Don’t worry, you piece of shit. I won’t.

“Don’t worry, baby. I don’t stand people up. I’m going to give you a night you’ll never forget.” I look up at him through my lashes, playing the seductress so well. And he just eats that shit up.

“See you later, kitten.” He taps me on the nose and walks around me, heading for the parking lot. I turn around and watch, the smile now drained from my face and, in its place, a ferocious scowl.

“Barf. We need to cut out his tongue for that one.”

I was thinking the same thing.

I makemy way back to my trailer, my mind racing with thoughts of all the ways I’m going to make him hurt. Climbing up the steps, I’m greeted by the familiar smell of smoke, sweat, and the metallic stench of blood. I smile, a cold, calculated one, unsheathing my knife to sharpen it. The man has no idea what’s waiting for him, no idea what I’m capable of. But soon he’ll find out, and soon he’ll be sorry.

“Let’s go check the woods for somewhere to take care of this little problem.”

Oh, good plan.

A short walk through the heavily wooded area leads me to an abandoned house. Well, more like a shack. It’s probably only a big open space inside, but it honestly looks perfect. I don’t need a fancy space to end this sorry mother fucker’s life. A dark and dirty one is actually quite fitting; someone like him should die in the worst place possible.What do you think?

“This could do. It’s not too far from the carnival and would make for a fun little chase. Ya know to get the adrenaline pumping. It’s always so much more fun when they're scared.”

I’ll leave the door cracked so that when he finds it, he’s bound to think that this is the place to be. Knowing him, he’ll be thinking with his dick so an abandoned house will be the best place to fuck in his mind.

“Just promise we won’t fuck him.”

His cock isn’t going anywhere near my cunt. I can’t say that my knife won’t fuck him though.