When the word ‘spotlight’is sung, the light expands even more, letting the scene around her emerge from the shadows. There's men strapped to chairs, scattered around her.
The moment she sings ‘all eyes on me,’ the show officially starts. Everything is happening fast, in tune with the beat, and my eyes flick around rapidly as I try to take in all the wonderful sights before me.
The song says ‘crack that whip,’ and Queenie produces a long black whip, one a lion tamer would use. She cracks the whip, making the tip of it slash across one of the guys face. He screams in pain as blood starts to pour from the gash on his face. Watching her wield that whip is so fucking hot. I wonder if she will use one on me some day. Maybe if I ask nice enough.
She makes her way to the centre of the room, the song slowing down for a moment and I use that second to take her in completely. She’s a wet fucking dream. I watch my strong, powerful, confident Queen own this show. I cup my hard cock that's already straining against my jeans, begging me to be set free while letting out a desperate moan. We have no time for that. He will have to wait. This is fucking amazing.
It mentions a ringleader again as she starts to walk around the bodies as they struggle in their seats. The song says ‘makes it hot when she puts on a show,’and at that, Queenie bends down and picks up a long stick. She starts to twirl it around like a baton, and she's pretty damn good. Then the ends burst into flames and she begins wielding fire.
My eyes go wide, and I let out an excited laugh. I’m fixated on the glow of the blaze as it dances around her, giving her body a deadly gleam. The beat starts to pick up again, and when it hits the main chorus she starts to dip and turn, the fire baton just grazing the victims, setting them aflame immediately. When she's done, I see that every second one is on fire, leaving the others to look at them with wide, horrified eyes.
I didn't see it before, but the men on fire have cables attached to them. Queenie dances around like she's just performing a normal dance at any ol’ dance competition, but then the bodies start to rise into the air.
The remaining men are jolted back, and I look around to see they are attached to a track. They move while long silk ropes drop from the top of the tent. When the song says, ‘let's go,’Queenie tosses her flaming baton to the ground, ripping off her jacket and grabbing onto the ropes with both hands. It looks so effortless as she climbs and wraps herself up in a cocoon of beautiful silk as the music descends into only the beat of the song.
When the song goes back to the main chorus she lets go and tumbles towards the Earth like a rapidly falling star. My heart leaps out of my chest as I jump out of my seat. Only she catches herself a few feet from the ground, spinning in place, but upside down. Her legs are in the splits above her with the silk still wrapped around them as she uses her free hand to reach for a small gun tucked into the holster on her thigh. As she continues to spin, she takes aim. Axel, Dean, Cass, and her employees who stayed for the show, drops to the ground to avoid being hit, but not me. I’m vibrating, a massive grin taking over my face as I watch her spin, popping off shots, and hitting the men who are now spinning around the room in figure eights, still strapped to their chairs. They look like they are on some ghetto version of the teacup ride. Despite her spinning and them being all over the place, she manages to kill every single one with a headshot, and without a single misfire.
The bodies stop spinning and she flips to turn herself upright once more. With her feet planted on the ground, the song stops, and she looks over at us, a feral smile in place as she bows.
The room is silent for a moment before I break out in cheers. “That was fucking amazing! God, you look so magical up there.” I’m waiting for her to run at me like she did at the last D-Day. To jump into my arms and let me fuck her until she passes out, but she doesn’t.
“What the fuck was that?” Axel growls, waving his arm out to the mess in the middle of the tent. “You could have killed us going all ‘mission impossible’ on those fuck-tards.” He waves towards the bodies.
“You were fine,” she scoffs. “I’m a good shot.”
“Did you practice that?” Dean asks.
“Nope.” Queenie grins.
“And what's up with this! What was the point of that?” Axel points to the still flaming bodies hanging in the air. Flesh starts to fall off the bodies with sickening thumps that, echo as they hit the ground.
“Oh, that? No real reason. Other than the smell, I enjoy watching them burst into flames. It’s pretty.”
“You're fucked in the head.”
“Oh, thank you,” Harlow gushes, putting her hand to her heart. “You always do know how to flatter me.”
“But, they are just falling apart,” Dean says as he watches with a sick look on his face.
“I know! Isn't it cool? Kinda reminds me of baby back ribs, how the meat just falls off the bones,” she says in fascination. She is fucking demented, and it gets mesohot.
“So, can I fuck your brains out now?” I plead.
She gives me eyes that tell me she very much wants to take me up on that offer. “Soon, my Pet. But first, my birthday gift to you.”
“A gift? I wanna see!”
Max and Lucas wheel out a round target with a man attached to it.Or should I say nailed to it?His arms and legs are spread into a starfish position and he has a ball gag in his mouth, his eyes wide with fear. He tries to struggle but every time he pulls on his hands, blood gushes out.
“Lady and Gentlemen,” Queenie announces, dipping her head at Evie who looks a little green around the gills but sticks it out to be supportive for her Queen. “I hope you enjoyed the show thus far, but fear not, we have only just begun.” Her smile sends a chill down my spine in both lust and terror. I know whatever is about to happen is gonna be so much more fucked-up than what just went down.
Max and Lucas place the target with the man in the middle of the tent as Tommy brings out a table, leaving it next to Harlow who is standing about ten feet away from the target. He neatly places a set of throwing stars and knives on the tabletop.
“This man here kindly volunteered to be our extra special guest tonight,” Queenie says, slipping her red jacket back on and walking over to the man who's screaming against the ball gag. “Well...” Queenie laughs. “Volunteer is not exactly the word I’d use, but I mean, if you’re going to rape and beat your child, then you’re just asking to get brutally murdered.” Harlow steps up to Pete, giving his cheek a pinch. “Lucky for you, I am more than qualified to do that for you. So, you’re welcome.”
She turns back to us. “Now, I'm not sure if you know...” Queenie jogs over, grabs a hold of my arm, and drags me to the table with the weapons. “Neo’s going to be turning the big two-eight in just four days! So, this is part of his birthday gift!” Harlow runs her hand over the blades and looks up at me. “Pick your poison, Pet,” she purrs.
A thrilled, fucked-up grin takes over my lips as I admire the shiny toys. “Knives,” I say, picking one of them up and running the pad of my thumb over the sharp blade, leaving a thin cut behind. Blood smears onto the blade as a few drops of blood fall onto the dirt.