A Serenade For The Innocent 28 A Tempting Offer You Cannot Refuse

"G-George?" I asked while stuttering to ensure that I heard him right.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" The Ringmaster said in a quick mumble. "The homeless man living outside of your apartment complex!"

"Wh-why?" I shook while mumbling whatever word I can produce as I try my hardest not to move my lips.

"Well, isn't it obvious?" The Ringmaster shrugged his shoulder with his lips perked upwards. "Because you know the guy! You're perfect for the job!"

I felt my head going numb, not because of the fact that I will kill a lifelong friend...

"Do I really have to?" I asked in a rather indolent tone.

The Ringmaster saw this and I could see his mouth moving ever so slightly as if to show his shock at the tone of my voice. "Why, yes. You have to."

I mean, it's not that I don't want to...

"Do I really have to?" I spoke in a soft whisper while I gripped the Ringmaster's hand tightly with my bare hands.

"Yes." The Ringmaster chuckled. The earlier shock on his lips now turned into a rather twisted grin that almost seemed like an expression filled with relief. "This is non-negotiable."

"What did..." I said, but the electrifying sensation trickling through my veins suddenly halted my words, which made me groan in pain, sending a cloud of breath onto the Ringmaster's face. "... what did he do?" I continued; the Ringmaster's grew even wider, stretching his sparkling red lips to show his perfectly aligned white teeth.

The Ringmaster's grip on me grew even tighter, and that gesture of his had sent an even greater surge of that same electrifying sensation that always courses throughout my body every time he touches even a strand of my body hair. I pulled my head back as if I wanted to snap my neck and finally end this torturous pleasure he's sending throughout my body, but it felt as if the same pulses the Ringmaster sends throughout my body also renders me unable to even think of offing myself. Thus, I kept my head tilted back in an unbelievably, and almost inhuman, fas.h.i.+on, and it would have certainly had a more tragic impact on my body if only the Ringmaster's shoulder was not there to prevent it from getting mutilated. As such, my groans grow even louder and my body trembles even greater with my head lying on top of the Ringmaster's head while my spit spreads throughout my face.

All of this happened while everyone gazed at me with their envious grimaces.

The Ringmaster really had a knack at handling his people, and he knew very well how to break me. Now my pride would shatter forever, and I do not even know if I can mend my image to everyone's eyes after this incident. I bet they would forever label me now as a pervert who gets off to the touch of another man. However, that man is not just any other normal man. He is beyond evil; he is beyond h.e.l.l itself. He is the Ringmaster, and all of them knew that we are all powerless against his touch. The more unsatisfactory side of this in my part is that this incident will forever be etched on the mind of everyone watching, and they will keep talking about this every day until I cannot stand it anymore. It would force me to build a wall all over myself to prevent the door from ever approaching me until the inevitable Takers s.n.a.t.c.h me away from the comfort of my home to turn me into that year's sacrifice.

Thus, if I wish to erase this disgraceful moment away from those people's memories, I need to do something big, something crucial, something extreme, something important, and something that would keep their blood boiling.

If I wish to survive, I need to take on the Ringmaster's offer.

"You don't need to know what he did, little Tim." The Ringmaster chuckled while he caresses the skin of my neck before he continued with a whisper. "All you need to know is I want him gone."

"Okay..." I mumbled, with my voice already hoa.r.s.e, and my body already reaching its breaking point. "I accept, Ringmaster."

The Ringmaster's grin widened even further as he chuckled right beside my ear. "Very good choice." He said before licking my earlobes. The electricity that coursed throughout my body after he did so was great enough to make me think I'd surely die thereafter.

The Ringmaster slowly released my body, and I could feel my strength returning throughout my muscles. He then helped me turn my body to face the audience, and I could hear some of them groan and scoff when they saw how pathetic my face looked. The Ringmaster swiftly took a handkerchief from within the pocket at the back of his jeans and gently wiped the sweat and saliva dripping all over my face. That action of his shot another wave of reactions from the audience that showed their adoration to the benevolent and caring Ringmaster.

"Aww!" A woman whimpered from somewhere on the left side.

"He's wiping his face, what a sweetheart!" A man screamed from the middle.

"Timothy definitely doesn't deserve it! The Ringmaster is such a sweetheart!" Another man giggled from the center.

"I wish he would do that to me too." A woman that sounded rather old spoke in a love-struck tone.

I panted heavily as I felt a twinge of my former energy coming back to me like a radiant blessing that gradually grants me my emanc.i.p.ation. However, it never really fully returns the entirety of my former glory since the Ringmaster still wrapped his arms around my shoulders like a chain shackles that further enslaves me to his will.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" The Ringmaster spoke in his usual strong, deep, and resounding voice throughout the court. "I am pleased to inform each and every one of you that no one broke our contract this year! Which meant that all of us are present in this here little masquerade gathering of ours; none of you chickened out and refused the call of your door like most of our former court members who are already down under as you might have already known!" Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

The Ringmaster's announcement sent a round of cheer and applause from the audience while some laughed and giggled after hearing his rather out-of-place joke at the end of his statement.

The Ringmaster then continued his announcement with his usual joyful tone. "Which means one thing, ladies and gentlemen!" Then he slowly tightened his grip on my shoulders as his tone grew gloomier. "Since we don't have a contract-breaker, that means..." We all then heard a drum roll that came from out of nowhere, but it resounded rather loudly throughout the court as if the drummer was simultaneously playing beside all the court members at the same time. When the drum roll started, all the people at the audience started to lean their bodies forward to show the Ringmaster that they are more than eager to listen to his qualms. "We also don't have a sacrifice!"

The last sentence he had spoken had sparked a wave of outburst from the audience.

"Boo!" Someone said from one of the many audience members, but they were all too noisy for me to determine where it came from.

"That's bulls.h.i.+t!" A woman screamed from the top of her lungs somewhere in the far left.

"What will G.o.d say about this scam?" A man shrieked from the far right.

The commotion was not mixed at all and everyone started to express their uniform and almost identical complaints after hearing the Ringmaster's announcement. Their expressions show nothing but disdain for what they had heard. They gritted their teeth while showing everything inside of their mouths as if they were trying to show off their gums. Their screams are so insufferable like each of them are fingernails scratching the surface of a rough chalkboard. They howl with such intense anger that their spit starts to rain from out of their mouths while they proclaim their wrath. Their faces are as red as the veins appearing around their pupils.

For some reason, I could see their reactions clearly as if I was just standing in front of them, and I am experiencing all of their emotions all at once in one huge wave of a torturous flood of their bottled feelings.

The Ringmaster tried to ease their sudden outburst by extending his arms with his fingers tilted and pus.h.i.+ng it down to gesture them to settle their emotions down. He used only his right arm while his other still remained wrapped around my shoulder while my senses suddenly burst back into reality.

"I know you are mad; I know you want more. Most of you probably want to tie me up as this year's sacrifice." The Ringmaster said with a tone gentler than any of the ones he used throughout this entire masquerade.

"f.u.c.k yeah, we do!" A man from somewhere behind the audience screamed which caused a small portion of the audience members to throw more cusses and outbursts at the Ringmaster.

The Ringmaster then calmed them down once again; this time, he placed his forefinger on his lips to tell them to shush and listen. "But the fun won't end just because we don't have a sacrifice; that's why Timothy is here with me in front of you right now."

The audience members looked at each other with blank gazes and dumbfounded expressions.

"You won't refuse my offer at his point now, right, little Tim?" The Ringmaster asked with the same twisted grin he always shows me.