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Nothing about the costume was leaving me any room to be covered up. I was certain that by the end of the night, I’d be splattered in mud, leaves, and whatever else lurked in the dark corners of Feverpoint.

A deep purr rumbled in my ear, making me jump and Blade grabbed my stomach and pulled me close. “Fuck, Trinket. This outfit…” Her free hand moved up my stockings, her fingers slipping into the holes of the fishnets as goosebumps rose from my skin.

A little nervous, I tried to steady my breath. “You like?”

I felt Blade’s jaw tense as she pressed her lips into my neck. “Fucking love.”

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be caught.

As Blade’s hands moved from my thighs to my center, grazing the faux-leather of the bodysuit, I remembered how it felt to be completely at their whim in The Station. I’d been so desperate for them, pushed to my limit and told to take it.

But now, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“It’s time.” A deep roar came from the doorway, making me jump. Catching Cyrus’ gaze in the mirror, I saw her eyes travel up and down my body, stopping on my ass before disappearing into the living room.

She still wants me.

Blade groaned her annoyance. “I just wanted a taste.”

Swallowing hard, I took my chance to spin around and push her off. “Better catch me then.”

Licking her lips, Blade’s green eyes lit up. “You know I love a challenge, Trinket.”

Blade and I left my room and walked to the front door, where Nash was standing at attention — Trixie draped over her shoulders.

“Damn.” Nash growled, her eyebrow lifting as she took me in. “Game fucking on.”

As much as the outfit would make staying hidden difficult — one wrong move and the cheap leather would squeak — I loved how hungry this outfit was making my Freaks. I was starting to think they might get into a fist fight just to get to me first.

Each of them grabbed their clown masks and moved out into the cold of Feverpoint.

Looking down at my sneakers, I was a little surprised that Cyrus didn’t insist I wear a towering stiletto.

She likes a fair fight.

They all did.

With their masks on, I felt my chest sink. The faces I’d gotten used to seeing everyday disappeared and what was left were the hollowed out eyes of three clowns who wanted me in their grasp.

In her stitched up mask, Cyrus’ voice was muffled as she spoke, “You have until dawn⁠—”

“Don’t bother, I know.” I sucked my teeth. I could tell even under the mask that Cyrus hated being interrupted. But the truth was, I wanted to antagonize her.

I’d gotten used to being at Feverpoint but I needed to see what Cyrus would do to me now that she knew I hadn’t turned her in. Before I could really feel safe with the Freaks, I needed to know what their demented ringleader had in store for me once she had her ragdoll in her teeth.

Blade let out a devious laugh from under her blood splattered mask, real blood and red paint layering on top of each other. “Oh, our little toy is a pro now. Better step up our game.”

Between my legs, my clit throbbed. I knew there were only two ways this Fright Night ended. With an extra $160,000 in my bank account or on my hands and knees.

At this point, both felt like a win.

But I’d be damned if I didn’t get my money.

Blade sauntered to the electric panel a few feet away and flicked on the green lights throughout the park.

All across Feverpoint, crackling carnival music played over the speakers.

Despite my confidence, I felt unease settle into my body as I looked at the masked clowns that were about to hunt me through the abandoned park. They were armed, feral, and completely desperate to get their hands on me.