27 A Foreboding Feeling of Euphoria (2/2)
The boys, the girls, they all love the Ringmaster. The old and the young, the poor and the rich, all of them wants a piece of the Ringmaster's touch. They would swallow his spit if he so desires, and they would definitely do greater, grander things other than that too. One can see it in everyone's eyes; the way they gaze at him with eyes filled with longing and with mouths watering as their desires overflow them with an utter feeling of exquisite happiness.
None could explain why this is happening to them, none could understand the appeal of the Ringmaster, and none could tell why he drew people's attention towards him in a rather exaggerated sexual way. Sometimes, I even think that he has a form of erotic magnetism that pulls out the depravity of human lust. Nobody could explain the phenomenon that is the Ringmaster. Except for me. I know why we're all a slave to our passion for the Ringmaster.
After all, none of this is real.
The Ringmaster chuckled while he still had his hands tenderly but tightly wrapped around my body. He then turned around which caused my body to swing along with him. This, in turn, is the reason why I am now facing his Caravan.
The Caravan is a marvel that still makes me gasp even after my long years of being with the Ringmaster's services, though until now, I'm also still unsure if it truly is a functional vehicle.
The Caravan itself is a black van with obvious strips of degrading rusty portions all over its still steel shell. Well, to be more precise, it's actually the remnant of a van sawed crosswise without the entirety of its front where the driver's seat and the passenger seat should be. Heck, I could even see the bits of imperfections where the van was split away from its head. This caused a large hole to appear in front of the van's remains. Filling the hole with large and thick layers of dark wood planks easily remedied the conundrum though. I could see by the way some nails were sticking out of the steel frame of the car that whoever repaired this van molded the planks into the shape of the hole, and then it was amateurishly connected using some rather long and thick nails that are now rusty and faded. They then smoothed out the planks with varnish and decorated it with many different compartments, small drawers, and a small wooden window at the very top. It also has a sculpted engraving on it of a skull sitting on a red spider lily. Below the van is its old rubber tire at the back, which was already flat to the brim along with tears and holes all over it, and a thin wooden wagon wheel in front which is connected by another makeshift plank tightly connected on the sawed van with a metallic, black hub, tightened by an iron axle.
Since the former van which is now called the Ringmaster's Caravan, or simply the Caravan, does not have an engine anymore, it is now impossible to drive it, let alone to have someone pull it; thus, the Ringmaster uses something instead. He utilizes his two black horses, with large white spots all over their bodies, and one dark brown draft horse to pull it whenever he travels throughout this dream-like realm he lives in.
There is nothing particularly weird with the horses; they are normal ones that I would often see in magazines and TV shows, with their elegant mane and rough hooves with metallic horseshoes. The one I am more concerned about is the draft horse in the middle that the Ringmaster rode whenever he travels around, for his van is already filled with so much of his products and services that it is literally impossible for him to himself within comfortably. Though there is nothing wrong with riding that absolute unit of a horse, I would still often wonder if it is really safe to ride such a strong-looking animal. Its strong legs have nothing but muscle in them, and I'm not even surprised if someone would tell me that those legs have already trampled someone to death one way or another. Based on what I see, the draft horse is probably around 200 centimeters tall or so, and I'm not afraid to say that the horse has beaten me with the manliness it exudes. They braided its silky long hair around his head to mimic that of the hairstyle of the ancient Inca people, and the largeness of his body just shows that it doesn't need the two horses around him, but here they are anyway.
”You see, Timothy...” The Ringmaster whispered to my ear, which made me groan in every syllable and every breath he would exhume to my ear. ”... I like you. I don't want to dispatch you yet; that would be a waste of resources, don't you agree?” He whispers to my ear while rubbing his face at the back of my neck.
”Yes, Ringmaster.” I whispered in reply to him as his soft and smooth face makes my body go into a violent spasm. It felt as if every syllable and every touch he does to me sends an electrifying shock throughout my veins that slowly makes me numb and dumb.
”You've been missing out on a lot of chores lately. Look, listen, look, I'm here to tell you that I'm not gonna kill you...” The Ringmaster chuckled before licking the holes of my ears which almost crippled my feet, making me fall to the ground. Luckily, the Ringmaster has his hands around my waist. ”... But you're gonna kill someone for me.”
”I will do...” I said while panting and gasping, with my eyes rotated way upward and my tongue out which caused my mouth to water uncontrollably. ”... anything... you say... Ringmaster...” I spoke with an almost maniacal chuckle.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.
”Good, good.” He whispered way close to my ear, which made his lips touch a small portion of my skin, causing my body to shake out of control. ”You see, there's someone out there who's aware of our organization for quite some time now. People in the higher-ups want him gone. I heard you're acquainted to him, this certain man named George.”