Circus; trapped like an animal. MCSM; CHP. 2
((Warning! Torture, and blood!))
Lukas lay limp and unmoving on the ground. Chains constricted his poor, mangled body, half of them digging into his flesh.
His costume was beginning to reek an awful, awful smell. The crude smell invaded his nostrils, and the blonde couldn’t help but hurl.
His body pulsated as he hurled. He felt the acidic burn of bile travel up his throat.
He writhed as he tossed in the costume, some of the vomit spurting from the sewn open smile of the costume and onto the floor.
He trembled, the vomit only adding up to the terrible smell.
Lukas groaned, his eyes growing glassy with tears.
He silently wailed, said tears trailing down his pale cheeks. Everything hurt.
His head, to his toes. Covered in dry blood, vomit and possibly urine.
How could this happen to him? Why did this happen to him?
Why didn’t Jesse or the others come back for him?
Why did they leave him? With Romeo?
“Why -,” he choked, before hacking loudly, throat dry and swelling.
A harsh kick to the ribs jolted the blonde awake with a cry.
“Get up,” a monotonic voice commanded.
Lukas groaned, struggling to lift himself off the floor.
As if his efforts were nothing, a hand grabbed the costume’s ear and yanked it harshly.
Lukas was flown upwards, a soundless grunt leaving his chapped lips.
The same hand tweaked at the chains, another impatiently undoing them.
He felt the pierce of metal pull out of his flesh. “Ah -!” he began to scream but was cut short as a hand slapped against his mouth.
“No more crying,” the voice said, slightly irritated.
The chains no longer constricted his body; he was free.
He was forced to stand, his legs like jelly; wobbling and locking below him.
His arms wrapped around his abdomen, his gut squirming in hunger and nausea. “H - hungry -,” he croaked, but was shoved forward.
He was pushed around, like some worn out rag doll.
Tortured like a prisoner.
“... if you question my instructions one more time, you will be fired. Literally!” Romeo’s voice boomed, his finger jabbed on a cast member’s chest.
The member cowered, before running off.
Romeo heaved a breath of exhaustion, before turning his attention to Lukas and the stoic faced cast member. A crazed smile split his face.
“Ah, Lukas. Good morning, my performer,” he greeted, striding over to the quivering blonde.
He set a finger under Lukas’s chin, “oh, I have a brilliant feeling about today. We have a brand new set of obstacles that you are going to be performing with! Doesn’t that sound lovely?”
Lukas whimpered, his vision blurring by another wave of tears. “H - hungry,” he managed, gut twisting in complaint.
Romeo arched a brow, “hm? Hungry? Well, you’re in luck, dear!” Romeo sung, grabbing Lukas’s arm.
He dragged Lukas back stage, “you will be earning your rations by practicing your stunts!”
A set of practice obstacles were set on stage. Lukas swallowed, his gut writhing further.
He whined, cradling his abdomen, “c - can’t,” he struggled, grimacing.
Romeo scowled, “you... want to skip?” he asked, voice stone cold.
Lukas gave a small nod, his gut throbbing and churning about.
The pain was unbearable. The blonde fell to his knees, gasping for air.
Romeo rolled his eyes, snapping his attention to his current cast member. “Get some rations. I have no time for this whining,” he said.
The member nodded and walked off.
Romeo kneeled by the squirming blonde, setting his hand on Lukas’s neck. “Lucky for you, I want to keep you alive.”
His hand massaged the blonde’s neck.
He didn’t like how the host touched him. After everything he’s put Lukas through, Romeo should keep his hands to himself.
“By the gods, you are cold. And you smell terrible,” Romeo drew back his hand.
If Lukas had the energy, he would have given Romeo a sour look. But, with everything going on, he couldn’t muster.
He writhed further on the floor, desperate for something to fill his stomach.
“...hurts,” he managed, his head beginning to swim.
Romeo, however, ignored his complaints, “it’s a shame we cannot freshen you up. The show would be on hold! We most certainly cannot have that.”
Severe hunger pains, horrible hygiene, and a masochist for a host. Could things get any worse?
The cast member strode back with a dry looking potato.
They threw it carelessly onto the floor, the vegetable rolling over to Lukas.
“Well?” Romeo questioned.
Lukas let a shaky sigh pass through his nostrils. Better this than nothing, right?
The blonde picked up the potato, flinching at its poor looking state.
With hesitance, he stuck it through the costume’s wide-smiled mouth and took a bite.
The vegetable was hard as a rock, he could hardly sink his teeth into it!
He finally managed to rip away a small chunk, bitterness soon filling his taste buds.
After a few slow chews, he felt a hand slap his back. “Swallow, you whelp!” Romeo shouted, “the longer you take, the longer you will hold up the show! So, eat!”
Wincing at the chilling command, Lukas forced a couple large bites into the potato, tears prickling his pale blue eyes as his teeth ached from its rock hard shell.
Swallowing the barely chewed potato bits was indeed a chore as well. Without any water, the bits found their way back up.
The poor blonde had finished the cruel vegetable, his stomach now churning more violently than it has before. Probably because he hadn’t had anything to eat for a long period of time.
“Very good, Stitches,” Romeo praised, sounding far too pleased for comfort. “It turns out the show is saved!” he clapped his hands. “Now,” he snapped his fingers.
Lukas was hoisted by a couple pairs of hands. The harsh contact would have made him writhe, but he could care less.
After all, nobody was going to save him, no matter how many times he’d cry, plea or scream. It was all pointless.
Romeo cleared his throat, “without further ado, since you’ve skipped practice, you now are granted the permission to wing it!”
Lukas felt the remains of color drain from his face, “... w - wing it?” he rasped dryly, voice muffled by the costume.
“Yes, my dear. We don’t have anymore time to fill for practice! So, this is the only solution,” Romeo replied, adjusting his silk black gloves.
Another cast member emerged from the dark, holding something in their hands.
A whip was given to the host by another cast member. Romeo grasped the weapon firmly, a knowing grin blooming across his lips.
Lukas felt like a boat load of dried ice was dumped onto him.
“...I - I, no - no, p - please! I d - don’t want... !” he pleaded, his knees giving out under him. The cast members quickly grasped his frame and pulled him back up. “ I d - don’t want... th - this!” Lukas screamed, feebly thrashing against the member’s merciless hold.
“We have had many hiccups in our last show, Stitches. I want to make sure that it will not happen again,” Romeo cooed, caressing the young man’s face in a loving manner.
His touch was poisonous, deadly, Lukas wanted no more of it.
He tried pulling away, tried ripping himself from his constriction, but to no prevail.
“See, this is a perfect example of what I do not desire,” Romeo stated firmly, nodding at the members.
Said members stepped far away, Lukas keeping on his feet.
Lukas needed to get away, run, do anything!
The blonde made a move to hastily limp away, Romeo clicking his tongue.
“Not so fast,” he chirped, cracking the whip.
The whip made contact with Lukas’s leg, making him stumble and fall with a gasp.
Romeo giggled, cracking the whip again, laughing merrily as it struck Lukas’s battered body.
He continued his assault, bubbly laughter shaking his shoulders as each strike of the whip made Lukas choke.
The cast crew only watched, small amused smiles painted on their lips.
Lukas jolted, “ghk-!” he wheezed, screaming as the whip came back down. Gaping wounds ripped open, hot blood swimming through them.
The blood soaked the costume, a deep, crimson red. Lukas wailed as the fresh wounds burned, the blood continuing its flow.
Romeo snickered, Lukas’s pain like a drug. Addicting.
With a sigh, Romeo put a stop to his brutal attack, “that was riveting, but it appears I am getting ahead of myself,” the host cleared his throat once again, “the show must go on!”
Lukas twitched on the ground, eyes wide and bloodshot. Tears were cascading nonstop down his cheeks, the gaping wounds pulsated on his back, legs and arms.
He couldn’t breathe. It hurt to breathe.
The poor blonde shakily arose his head, his brain feeling as if it were splitting in half.
The last thing he heard was Romeo’s footsteps before electricity shot through his body once again, blacking him out.
Lukas felt a pinch of pain occur in his arm and he awoke with a breathless gasp. His vision was unfocused, and blurred completely. He blinked, not knowing were he was.
His brain felt fuzzy, past events clouded by fog. “ Wh - where...” he whispered.
He tried to move, but was caught off guard as his arms, legs and wrists were firmly held in place by leather straps. He attempted to move again, but nothing came out of it.
“What is this...?” he whimpered, shock enveloping him as his neck, as well, was caught in a leather strap.
“Oh, wonderful! You’re awake,” Romeo’s voice twittered, whip tucked away in his pocket. A microphone was held firmly in his hand, the device currently turned off.
“Now we can begin!” he announced, nodding off to yet again, another cast member.
A metallic click was heard, and Lukas was moved upwards.
He frantically flicked his eyes to and fro, “what’s - what’s going on?”
“Our first act!” Romeo replied, switching on the microphone. “People are quite fond of it.”
Lukas bit his dry lip, eyes finally flitting over to a cart, assorted knives set neatly on it.
“No … no - no!” he struggled, flailing against the restraints, “s - stop!”
“Ladies and Gentlemen!” Romeo began, toning out Lukas’s desperate cries. No surprise.
“Welcome all, welcome! We are ever so sorry to keep you all waiting!” he apologized, mocking a frown, “our darling Stitches was making a fuss! It seems he’s just not himself these days.”
The audience cheered. They all sounded so eager, so happy.
The two things Lukas could not feel.
He didn’t even know if he was capable of feeling happy again. If anything, Romeo has snatched it away. All his happiness, poof, all gone.
“No fret! He’s all better now and real excited to give you all the performance you deserve!” Romeo notified, cheers filling the air once again.
He whipped around, facing Lukas with a wild grin.
Lukas writhed against the straps, crying out.
Another click was heard, and the blonde found himself slowly beginning to rotate.
Romeo held in a mirthful cackle, choosing a knife from the cart. He ran a finger over the weapon, an evil glint in his eyes.
“Now, darling. Try not to get wounded again,” Romeo crooned, reeling back his arm.
Lukas’s lip quivered, and his eyes snapped shut, “... ‘wanna go home,” he sobbed.
“Our first act!” Romeo cheered, releasing the knife.
((CHP; 3 will be posted soon!))
