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A woman in a long black gown who looks like the Wicked Queen & Maleficent is watching with frustration a girl tied up in ropes. The victim is nude and bleeding mascara. The female master is sitting in front of a huge clock where a living doll is sitting inside and is moving her arms around in clockwork like the motion of a second hand. Half her face looks broken, shattered. The grim reaper enters with a body bag. Something in it is kicking and crying and the lady raises an eyebrow.

Death bows his head and tosses a rose upon the bag before moving behind the mistress who has two girls by her, one on each side. The skull of his face looks like a bird, and we notice on his scythe there are engravings of thorns, coming down from the blade are red dangling jewels. The girls on the side of her look half demon and half angel, being all white and glittering on one side and all black on the other. Even their wings are different shaped; they crawl toward the bag and open it up. A man struggles out and screams at his surroundings. ‘Hush victim, Death has pity on you to bring you to me, and I to have pity on you. I will give you the choice, I never had’ she says as one of the half beings hands her a box. She places it on her lap, opens it while the other being hands the boy the rose on the floor. From out of the box she pulls a long dagger.

‘This blade was used to kill Snow White, the huntsman gutted her heart out with it to please the Wicked Queen. It was the same sharp object that Sleeping Beauty used to prick her own finger in bloodlust. I’ve heard it was rumored to abort Rapunzel’s baby too, so this knife knows no boundaries… It’s the very element of torment. You want to continue living, so here are your options, to kill or be killed. What awaits you in death is far more abhorrent than being in that little plastic case for a few measly hours. And alas I already have a victim for you, notice the restrained girl to your left. You know her crimes well don’t you?’ the woman says as she hands over the blade to the doll in the clock. ‘Release her gag so that I may hear her pathetic cries for escape, for help, for redemption.’

The man falls to his knees as the doll cuts open the gags and the girl sobs violently. The doll returns the thing to the woman in the throne and she holds it out to him ‘All things for a price.’ The boy picks up the rose and the woman holds out her hand, ‘A rose by any other name.’ he walks to her and puts the rose in her hand and takes the knife. ‘Ruin her, take her innocence and destroy her, I want her heart pumping so violently that when you take it out of her chest you can still see it beating, splashing its gore everywhere in this bloody room!’ The boy cuts her and trails of blood are falling to the ground, the two half beings crawl toward her and being rolling around in the blood, touching themselves like succubus, one begins kissing her as she screams ‘Please….don’t’

‘Please do’ whispers the Queen. The boy swallows hard as he looks at her from the back and cuts her spine. The Queen, the Reaper and the doll all turn their heads sideways as they notice the erection on the boy enlarge.

The doll holds her legs together and covers her eyes as the victim screams when the boy gets inside her. As he fukks her, the victim coughs up blood and the two half being creatures are fornicating under her blood dripping body. Smearing it all over their faces and finger painting with it on the concrete, the victim tries to kick the boy behind her and he cuts a seam line down her calf. The boy grabs her hair and slams himself into her, this time she is vomiting and crying, begging for him to stop. ‘Shut up stupid cunt’ he screams, being more rapid and violent, holding the blade under her throat and telling her to push back. She struggles dangling in the ropes and he cuts her cheek with a deep sigh, he is enjoying himself now.

He slows down, the girl cries out loud and he explodes stabbing her in the back of the head, her mouth freezes open. The half beings grab the knife and gutted her belly and the Reaper goes behind them for the decapitation. Swift and precise, her blood splashes everywhere. The boy breathes deep and heavy and holds on to his knees as he cuts her off the ropes and digs inside her remains to pull out a heart. Its small motion disgusts him now as he cries handing it to the Queen who holds out her box.

‘Very good’ she said with a wicked little smile as the half beings grab him and drag him down, the suck his nipples as the Reaper stands tall with his scythe in front of him. ‘But you said.’ He screamed. ‘I said kill or be killed and you chose to kill someone who couldn’t kill you.’ said the Queen and Reaper laughed as the curtains and his blade came down, behind the red moving fabric we hear his dying moans.

The spotlight hits me, I am sitting on top of a cannon and I lift up my head and smile saying ‘Welcome to Hadelony, a mix of mythical hades, biblic hell and my own personal perversion! Welcome to my flames!’ I scream as I stand up and the pirate mistress dances with her hula hoop on fire. Indian music comes on as flame ridden bows are shot from everywhere to make the stage a glow, fire dancers emerge as well. Now you can clearly see the woman playing a flute, snakes dancing around her. One girl places an apple above the head of the magician while someone shoots it right into a dart board. A girl walks from behind it and starts tossing knives like crazy, making some of the fire dancers fall to the floor. A weeping sound, the spotlight hits the tight rope; a ballerina is sitting on the edge crying… the knife thrower climbs the ladder as the ballerina walks the rope and is hit with a knife, when a beautiful girl is set on by the spotlight on the swinging bars. She whistles and tigers come out. The ballerina takes the blade out of her chest and cuts the rope. As one tiger climbs the ladder the girl tries to climb down the rope but many more tigers are circling in on her, she falls as the tiger plays with the rope and is surrounded and mauled to death. The girl on the bars sings an enchanting song as her swing comes down lower and lower until she gets on a white show horse.

She makes the horse jump over fences and walk on its hind legs. A man dressed in a turban riding an elephant comes in. He does acrobats on it and holds his hand out for the girl to get on. When she gives him her hand, he cuffs her and she drags from the metal lock and she’s tip toeing on the elephant’s trunk. The gentleman brings her to the middle of the circus floor where the magician magically appears. With a snap of his fingers a metal box comes in a heap of colored fog and together they fight the trapeze artist to get in. ‘What kind of Cirque would this be..’ I shout out, walking behind them and the audience replies ‘Without a little fun.’

‘Let’s get a fate dealer’ I shout, duck tape goes on the girl’s mouth ‘The VIP freaxxx of the cirque were given special tickets, if yours says ‘Fate Dealer 2’ please come on down.’ A woman dressed like a bizarre mix of animals’ whistles and the spotlight hits her, she points to a man who makes his way to the aisle and she escorts him down to the arena. The magician takes off his hat and pulls out a deck of cards and asks the man ‘pick your poison son’

The man grabs a card and looks at it, hard. Trying to figure out the perverse language of the Cirque, he shows his escort and she calls out ‘Blood-Gasm’. The girl shakes her head and tries to scream. The animal mistress shakes her head and hushes her. ‘You think you’re above the law, you think you’re on the top of the food chain?’ The sky of the tent floods with a rainbow of colors and strange shapes, the audience looks up as all the left over corpses go back behind stage. The winged creature flies around and the audience awes in its presence. It’s carrying the clown from whose belly it ripped out of. She looks like Madonna with her crown of thorns and blood tears coming from her eyes. It lands and blows fire from its lungs and lights a plate underneath the metal box that has our bloodgasm victim.

‘You all have seen the Magician cut the box in half with a saw but I think that’s rather boring, let’s penetrate her in a way so extreme that it will for sure haunt you.’ shouts the Magician. ‘Bring out the seven deadlies.’ I call out. A ninja flips and does tricks, handing me the katana on her back. A seal squeaks horns and the animal painted woman goes and picks up a sword from the seal. An Asian woman uses a ball to roll onto the stage and hands me a third weapon. The magician takes a fourth from his top hat and the Madonna rises out of the winged creature’s arms to present me with the fifth. A wounded ballerina spins to hand me a sixth while a werewolf dragging a voodoo doll gives me the seventh. I place them on top of the metal box and shout ‘what kind of cirque would this be without a little fun?’

I look to the second fate dealer, he smiles at me and I ask ‘Does our fate dealer have a name?’ he giggles nervously before replying ‘Shawn’ which brings a wicked grin to my face. ‘Shawn will you help our Mr. Malicious stab our pretty little victim?’ You can see fear take over but the magician hands him a blade and points to holes in the metal tin. The girl is fighting the box but once the magician blades her the first time she stays still but we can hear muffled screaming through her duck tape. Once all the swords are set in place we watch them heat up and turn red, then slide to the side, and Mr. Malicious pulls the box in half. A gush of blood falls and extinguishes the fire of the bowl, which upsets our winged creature, who takes his Madonna (who was fingering it’s lip) back into the sky and disappears. I snap my fingers and the tigers come back and lick the red gory mess, we see the box girl’s eyes roll around… the woman dressed like an animal goddess removes the duck tape so we can all hear her pleasure as her insides are being eaten.

Her faux moans fill up the tent and again I boast ‘what kind of cirque would this be…’ and Shawn completes my thought aloud along with the masses ‘without a little fun’ the Magician spins his purple coat and vanishes with the girl in the box, the tigers roar and I light the cannon… time for the final scene, act three.

I am the ringmaster at a morbidly perverse Cirque. I walk onto the stage. The spotlight hits me and I introduce myself to the crowd. I open my coat to reveal the damage of the beasts under my care, the audience gasps at the blood stained corset, the gore coming down my torso. ‘Welcome to my Lovely Night-Terror’ I say with a Spanish accent as the red curtains go back and a Victorian forbidden bedroom is shown. You see a small girl sitting on a chair with her back to the masses; I approach her as she pours the tea. ‘Chello’ I whisper as I get nearer. ‘Don’t’ she screams. I stop and stay still. In the back of the room the three dolls on the floor come alive, they dance in their festive laced corsets and tutu’s as the beautiful Fur Elise plays, then suddenly the alternative and eerie song scratches the record player. I run off the stage, the dolls fall down and the little girl turns around to reveal her bloody face. Her chin and chest are dripping with blood, she falls off the chair, she has NO Legs, and she uses a knife to crawl across the floor showing her violent fangs. She digs into one of the human dolls who screams but doesn’t move. When the little girl turns to the audience this time her eyes are white-out and she looks around confused, unable to see.

You hear banging on the door, and a emo looking Victorian man enters. He gasps and calls out ‘Get me a doctor!’ two nurses rush in as the gent leaves and grab the child as she spins her head and fights them to force her in a stray jacket. The man returns with a wheelchair and they force her into it, her head falls down, blood falls out of her mouth, they drag the bloody doll out of the room. The dolls get back up and a ribbon falls from the ceiling, one doll does acrobats on the rope as the other one drags a cage out of the closet covered by a blanket. You hear the metal scrapping on the floor. The wheelchair girl wakes up and shakes convulsively frightening the doll on the rope who tumbles and screams as plummets to the ground. A nurse walks in with a missing leg replaced by just a bone with a vicious looking tattoo, a syringe in her hand she lifts up the bloody doll and pokes her on the bed. A doctor walks in with a cup and pill, trying to force the wheelchair girl to take it. ‘Open your mouth, take the pill, you have no friends, that’s why they left you here, we’re your only family now, you’re never getting away, if you struggle, we’ll make it worst, lift up your tongue, we know your tricks, if you don’t swallow, electro-shock, nurse! Nurse.’ The doctor says almost rhyming.

The nurse walks over to the girl but the whole time she was bandaging the doll and she wheels her out of the play room. The doll on the floor that dragged out the cage goes to the doll in wraps and covers her face as she snickers. She drags the sheet off the cage to reveal a werewolf. It’s foaming at the mouth and howls as the cover is taken off. The doll grabs a bloody cloth from the broken one and waves it in front of the cage making the werewolf sniff it. It viciously shakes the metal bars. The doll falls back to the floor as they wheel the girl back into the room who is now wearing a blindfold. The nurse undoes the girl’s straps and the doctor smacks her ass as the nurse helps her onto the rocking unicorn. They remove the blindfold to show her eyes are now black. Her mouth has stitches on the end like a tore doll. ‘Memories’ by Andrew Lloyd Webber plays as she slides back and forth. The Gent walks back in and says ‘Thank you Doctor’ as the doctor nods and wickedly smiles stuffing panties into his coat pocket.

‘I’ve got you a puppy’ says the man as the girl continues to rock back and forth, no word. He pats the cage with the werewolf who is slumbering and walks out upset. The doll gets up slowly…insidiously. Uses her legs to crack open the cage and falls back down, the werewolf awakens and sniffs the room. It walks straight to the bandaged doll and maliciously breaks her into pieces, blood splashes everywhere including the little girls face so she suddenly stops rocking and blinks with the reality that what’s going on around her is real. She looks at the wolf tearing into her dollies and cries ‘Stop! No no no.’ and falls off her pony, the doll on the floor pulls a knife out of her corset and hands it to her as the creature picks up the doll and chokes it to death, its little legs kick. The wolf sits it at the tea party table (fixes it little hat) with blood falling from its eyes. The little girl swings the blade trying to pull herself to the metal trunk. She reaches it, is digging in as the beast approaches her slowly, growling to the crowd.

The noise from the metal box is frightening; she pulls out a chainsaw… ‘oh what big teeth you have’ she yells staring at the shrieking thing about to attack her, the curtain falls…. I walk onto the stage escorted by a clown. ‘What kind of Cirque would this be without a little fun?’ I asked… I push the jester, a lovely little female looking like Harley Quinn into the center of the stage… I take out my whip *slash* She cries out in pain. ‘Don’t you like this, Don’t you love the attention? Didn’t Mommy hold you enough?’ I chant as my hand cracks the whip. Rainbow of colors swirl around and show barbaric torture devices and restraining tools. I grab her and drag her in her angst and tie her down to leather, an X shaped contraption. ‘What kind of Cirque would this be without a little fun?’ I scream at the crowd. The audience roars. A magician appears behind me in glittering fog. ‘What kind indeed?’ he whispers with a huge wide smile. He takes off his hat and pulls out a cards… shuffles them and says to me ‘Pull her fortune from my hand.’ I look to the crowd ‘Who wants to have the honor? Hmmm?’ I look around and whistle. Out from behind us comes a Mime. She searches high and low for a volunteer. She picks a gentleman who walks down the stairs and shakes my hand. The Magician holds out the cards to him and screams ‘What kind of Cirque would this be without a little fun?’ and the boy picks one. ‘What’s her fate?’ I ask as the Magician puts his hat back on and the deck in his pocket. I walk around the X and gag her, tap her pretty little face and dictate ‘We’re finally going to have a little fun!’

The guy turns over the card and shrugs. The magician takes it and grins like a wild animal. ‘Electrogasm’ he proclaims loud. The clown struggles to get free, her eyes are wide with fear and she begins crying. I am handed a mic by the Mime, ‘What’s your name Fate Dealer?’ I ask the gentleman. ‘Geoffrey.’ He says shyly. ‘Prepare to be amazed Geoffrey, because this is no ordinary Cirque, it is my lovely Night Terror, and this is no ordinary Magician, no sir, this is the Magical, Mystical, Mr. Malicious.’

Purple lights dawn upon the center circle of the cirque and it looks as if shadow creatures are everywhere… and Mr. Malicious is given a guitar by a showgirl which could clearly be his assistant. He dominates the audience with his eerie voodoo lyrics telling a story of a New Orleans Witch, three voodoo dolls come on stage and dance around like possessed demons and two talking masks. Wolves are seen as green fog takes over the floor. At the end of the catchy song glitter falls and his guitar vanishes, everyone applauds. He walks up to the clown and rips her top open, she screams but it’s muffled by the gag. ‘Do you want more?’ he asks the audience. The masses are going crazy and instead of a bouquet of flowers it’s an arrangement of plastic objects. ‘Geoffrey, go ahead and be my guest. Chose the fate of this helpless little clown’ I beam, my face now crimson with delight. Geoffrey picks a hot pink twisted one and Mr. Malicious turns it on. He rubs it on her chest which is exposed to the crowd, she tries to fight it but eventually she relaxes and gives in. I push Geoffrey as he’s staring at her to kiss her. Another roar, the moment he does Mr. Malicious shoves the thing right into her. Mr. Malicious then rips off her clothing completely to expose her body and the thing wiggling inside her. His assistant hands him a purple fabric cloth, he holds it up for the audience, spins it around and places it over her squirming body. ‘Electricity…Energy, is the spark of life. Do not be deceived with your eyes ladies and gents for I am from the haunted willow tree by the bayou and I won’t leave you without a show’ he says, his last words echoing before he disappears in a pool of dust. The clown girl is fighting and we watch as the purple cloth wiggles and needles rip through it. Two hands appear out of it, a scarecrow voodoo doll looking abomination is coming out of her, the dildo falls to the ground as she stops moving. You can’t help but look at its magnificence, before we can take in a breath, it opens its wings… we stare… drawn in and it flies away.

The Mime takes Geoffrey hand and I thank him with another shake before I walk back to the curtain. ‘We never have just one dream, just one level of sleep consciousness. I bring you to our next episode.’ With that the red curtains are back up and another scene is set.