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Chapter 6

Penny

Ilove this game so much. I used to play it as a child on the computer when my father bought me my first one. It was a big white box, and it took a while before it would start up and load. Technology no longer does that; everything has advanced since then. We have phones now that serve the same purpose that computers did back then. But this game has brought back that longing. I can’t explain it. I look back at the desk, seeing Astra giving out cookies and welcoming people. Jealousy fills me, but I bite it back. She is just doing her job, I can’t be mad at her for that. In the end, it’s me that she’s going to be leaving with, anyway. Not them, no, me!

As if she can feel my stare, she turns to me and smiles brightly, giving me a little wave, while biting her lip. God, I love it when she does that. It makes me feel like I am the only woman she’ll ever look at. I give her a little wave back, then she turns back to her desk, welcoming the newcomers. I go back to the pinball game, and wait until she can get back to me. I don’t know how long I will have to wait, but I would wait forever for her if I have to. Strangely enough, I also can’t remember how long I’ve been here now.

“Would you like another cookie, my sweet?” I turn around, and see Astra standing behind me, holding a heart-shaped cookie in her hand. I look at it, seeing the initials P+A written with a pink glaze on top. Eagerly, I grab it and take a bite. She looks so happy, and I can’t help but smile at her. The taste is so sweet and peaceful, and I devour it in seconds. Astra takes her thumb, kisses it, then presses her thumb against my lips. “I can’t wait to take a bite of you, my sweet.” She softly says. Her tone sounds sweet, but it’s also laced with something else, something like dominance or need. She turns around and walks away again, her round ass swaying with every step. It makes me want to walk over and grab it, press my lips against hers, and claim her in front of everyone.

“You shouldn’t eat those,” a soft girl's voice next to me says. I turn around and frown, anger slightly filling me from the interruption. “What?” I snap back at the girl. She has long black hair braided in two and wears a black dress that looks like only old dolls would wear. She is also holding a doll that looks exactly like her, dressed in the same dress. Isn’t she too old to play with dolls? Her eyes are blue, but there is something off about the way they look.

“The cookies. They will make you never leave.” I scoff at her. There is no such thing as a cookie that keeps you from leaving. Is she trying to toy with me? “Very funny, girl. Why don’t you go back to your parents?” I scoff. There’s a dark glint in her eyes, and the moment I mention her parents, a vile smile plays on her lips. She opens her mouth to say something, but then someone starts shouting at her.

“Madelyn, go away– I told you I have no knowledge of where the truthteller is. Stop bothering my clients.” Astra shakes her hands at the girl–Madelyn— making her scoff. She holds her doll a little tighter, and something like sadness fills her blue eyes.

“Please, Astra. I need him back,” she almost sobs out. Astra sighs, walks over to grab something from her desk, and comes back over to us. She hands the girl a paper with a number on it.

“Look, Madelyn, as I told you before, I don’t talk to the old woman. Heck, she creeps me out even! But the person that this information belongs to, knows her. Just go to her, but don’t mention that I sent you her way. The last thing I need is for you to cause me any more trouble.” Anger fills me at the thought of this girl causing issues for my sweet Astra. Why can’t she just leave her alone? Astra is mine and mine alone. Madelyn slowly turns to face me, as if she can feel the turmoil in my head.

“Careful what you wish for,” she says, her eyes turning almost black. When she says it, I swear I can see the eyes of the doll turn black also, but they change back to blue just as fast. Maybe I was just imagining the whole thing. I mean, it’s just a weird girl holding a creepy doll, after all. Madelyn walks off, holding the piece of paper like it’s the holy grail, leaving the arcade. Astra lets out a little sigh; she seems relieved to see her leave.

“I’m sorry about that. She is one of those souls tainted with a darkness only a few could understand.” She says. I don’t fully understand what she means by it, but I nod in agreement anyway. It doesn’t matter what it is, I’ll always agree with her. She’s my northern star guiding me through it all.

Astra hands me another pack of tokens and guides me back to the pinball game. She places her hands on my hips and presses her front against my back. Her hands softly brush up and down my sides. She leans her face closer to mine, and I can feel her lips brush the shell of my ear. “Why don’t you show me how good you play, my sweet?” My breathing becomes shallow, and I nod, putting a token into the machine. I press the buttons, flipping the little ball back up, while her hands start to roam my body more freely. Her left hand kneads my breast over the fabric of my dress, while her right hand slides under the skirt.

“Hmm, what do we have here?” She asks me, and I look down, seeing her feel the self-made holster holding the knives in place. Why did I put those there again? “You’re a bad girl aren’t you?” She hums in my ear, causing me to moan lightly. Gods, she’s barely touching me, and I feel like I’m burning for her already.

“It’s a good thing I like my women filled with fire.” She whispers.

She leaves the knives strapped to my thigh, and moves her hand higher up, until her fingers brush the damp fabric of my underwear.

“Wet already, baby. I can make it better for you.” Her voice is like honey, and all I want to do is drown in it. “Y-yes, please,” I whimper beneath her touch.

“Look at you, my sweet Penny, begging for me to give her what she needs so desperately. Tell me, baby, do you burn for me and me alone?” She whispers in my ear. I loudly moan, and a ‘yes’ leaves my lips, making her giggle. She pulls her hands away and flips me around. I look at her; the realization that we're in public starts to take root, and I look around to see if anyone is looking at us.

“Don’t worry about them, my sweet, they like a good show. Plus, don’t you want me to claim you in front of everyone?” She says, pouting her lips at me. Some of the men have noticed, looking at us, their eyes filled with lust. I look back at her. There’s nothing I’d love more than for her to claim me, but worry starts to fill me, one I can’t fully understand. It’s as if something is off, like this isn’t really me. She grabs my chin and looks back into my eyes. They are so beautiful, and now I can’t seem to remember what I had been worrying about. I nod at her, giving her the go ahead. She presses me against the machine, making it play its tune, and drops down on her knees, lifting the skirt of my dress. The lights start to flicker, but it stops as quick as it started. Maybe I imagined it. She dives underneath my skirt. Then I suddenly feel my underwear sliding down my legs, “Look at you, so wet,” she hums from under my skirt. The urge to tell her only for her arises, but then her warm tongue slides over my aching core, causing me to moan out instead. Her fingers grab my hips as she starts to devour me.

“Oh! Astra, please!” I moan. She starts to suck on my clit, then takes a small, playful nip at it with her teeth, causing me to see stars. I see movement next to us, and notice some of the men have started to jerk off from seeing us, not caring that their dicks are out in public. I thought doing this in public might make others angry or upset, but they aren’t judging us; they are loving it, just as much as I am loving her right now. The whole scene feels so erotic. Suddenly, she plunges her skillful tongue inside of my slit, and I scream out her name as she takes everything I give her. My legs start shaking, the room is spinning, and now I can’t think about anything else, besides how good her mouth feels. Once I come down from the high, she kisses my clit one last time, before standing back up. Her lipstick is slightly smeared off, and some red stains are over the corners of her mouth and on her chin. The ruined state of her makeup fills me with some sort of pride. I look into her beautiful eyes and smile, my beautiful Astra. I can’t imagine my life without her. And I never want to live like that either; it's her or nothing. There is no in-between, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to assure that she stays with me.

Chapter 7

Astra

Iwatch her look at me, her eyes filled with obsession and adoration. Exactly how I need her to be. Her pussy tasted divine, even better than I thought it would. She’s made just for me, and I know fate has brought her to me.

The lust in her eyes makes me want to kick everyone out so I can take her against every wall and corner in the room, but my boss would kill me if I did that. He’d lose his clients, and well…, I’d lose my souls. I can’t afford to lose any of my souls. They are to me, what blood is to vampires, or water is to humans; I cannot live without them. I wasn’t always like this. I used to be like them, but I came from nothing, and had nothing. My family was poor, and my mother had to start selling her body to get us by, not that it did. After a couple of weeks, she started using substances, and it left her addicted after her first try. And down we went from there, into the rabbit hole. She wasn’t always violent, and even after, I still had some hope for her. But then two men came in, twice her age. I was 19 years old then; my mother had said it was time I started bringing in money also, that I was old enough.

It didn’t matter how I felt about it; we needed the money, she said. I did what anyone else would have done. The moment they started cornering me, I ran into the dining room and grabbed the bread knife from the table that was still laying there next to a small loaf of bread, and I slit the first man’s throat within seconds. The second man looked at me in fear, alongside my mother. I didn’t wait for either of them to respond, and just flew at him too. I slashed anything the blade touched. My skin was coated in blood, but I wanted more. Gods, I needed more. I was so tired. Tired of the abuse and the cruel words. I hated my mother for wanting to do this to me. I looked at her and saw her crying and screaming, not that anyone would come. We were from a bad neighborhood, so no one cared enough about us to help. I had never been more thankful for that than in this moment.

She was frozen with fear, wailing about how sorry she was, that she’s my mother, and she loved me. I scoffed at her, then I slit her throat also. I really loved the sound of her gurgling blood, and the icing on the cake was of her gasping for her last breath. The only thing I regretted was not doing it sooner and more slowly. I killed her too fast; she had barely felt the pain she had made me feel.

Then it came to me. I was sitting on the floor, in a puddle of blood from my mother, mixed with the mens’, right there in the back pocket of the one that seems to be the oldest of the two, was a shiny red ticket with golden lettering. ‘The Colony Carnivale.’ That ticket alone was so beautiful, I just knew it was going to be worth a lot. But I couldn’t sell it; it kept nagging at me to keep it. So, that’s what I did.

10 Years Ago

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful before. The entrance is filled with strings of light hanging above me. It’s all illuminating the space in beautiful colors. And there are big red-and-black tents lining the pathway on both sides. I keep walking forward, right to the end, where a huge tent was placed, ‘Delirium’ it says. So fitting. I keep going, walking through the small hallway, right into the main area, where a red glow dims the lights. I look around, seeing naked girls dancing to the music in a way that feels like they are one with the music and out of this world. My eyes trace the curves of their bodies, along with their beautiful breasts of all sizes, bouncing to their movements. I want to go over there and lick the sweat of their slick skin. Pulling myself out of the trance I found myself in, I notice a DJ playing on the main stage and a bar near the entrance. Someone in a colorful, half-exposed dress holds a tray with shots, and clears her throat next to me. “Each ticket holder needs to drink,” she says. I look at the black drink in small shot glasses. The moment I see it, I realize how dry my throat is and grab it, drinking it in one big gulp. The taste of licorice fills my mouth. The need to drink more rises, so I lift my head to look at her again, but she’s gone. I look back at the bar and walk over to order some drinks.

The barwoman sees me, her eyes lighting up, and she winks, in a way I can only think I’m imagining it.