32 A Friendship That Will Never Ever End (1/2)

”Lured her?” George whispered in an almost incoherent mumble. That's probably the quietest he has ever been ever since he came here in this court. Suddenly, however, that quietness of his did not last long, for he suddenly screamed once again with his usual obnoxious and curse-ridden ramblings of absolute rage. ”How dare you! How fucking dare you say that! You don't have the right to say that, you fucking piece of shit! My daughter is not the kind of person who will just follow someone like you! Fuck you! I bet you don't even know her! I bet you're just making shit up at the top of your head! I fucking bet you can not—absolutely can not—fucking describe her right now, so don't you fucking talk about my daughter like you know her, you fucking garbage! Don't you ever speak like you know her!”

”Wow. George. The F-bombs.” I laughed as hard as I can, and everyone else laughed along with me. The Ringmaster didn't laugh though, but he was smiling. He's always smiling. ”Hey, Ringmaster,” I said while I cradle the ax in my head as I turned my head to face the man behind me.

”Yes, little Tim?”

I chuckled and mumbled incoherent blabbering before I could regain my bearings and speak well without laughing or chuckling midway. ”We should have probably taken a video of this thing right here, and every time he says the word 'fuck,' everyone watching must take a shot of tequila.”

”Fuck you!” George snarled while still trying to run towards me even though he knows very well how futile that is.

”Oh.” I turned my head to look at him again with eyes wide open as if I saw a treasure trove that pretty much solidifies my point. I then turned my head once again to the Ringmaster while pointing my thumb on George who was still trying to run after me. ”See? He's a content mine!”Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

”That's a fantastic idea, little Tim.” The Ringmaster said with a light chuckle in his usual, well-articulated tone with the same smile he always has whenever he speaks to other people. ”I'm not sure about the alcohol part though. Wouldn't it be better if we do it like a Russian roulette? Every time he says that word, people will have to pull the trigger.”

”Not a bad idea.” I nodded my head while I clenched my lips tightly in agreement to what he just said.

The Ringmaster then shrugged while flashing a bigger smile, showcasing his perfectly aligned, pure, white teeth. ”I think it's amazing!”

I laughed at his little show of confidence while I swing my ax around, trying my hardest to conceal the craving I have in my heart. ”Always like your confidence, Ring guy.”

The Ringmaster blew a bit of air out of his nostrils, accompanied by a ”humph” sound before he said, ”You're not the only one.”

Strange. This is how I usually talk with the Ringmaster, but earlier, although my memory of it was a bit foggy, I can sort of remember that I'm acting way differently from the way I always do while he was touching me. Now, this is not the first time I saw the Ringmaster touch someone, but this is definitely the first time he ever touched me. I do remember everyone acting in a rather erratic way, almost as if they're convulsing, every time the Ringmaster gave them a little touch, but the people he did this to were always women, so I shrugged it off as just a bunch of thirsty, desperate girls who haven't had the taste of men in the previous years. I usually talk to him the same way I talk to everybody which is similar to how we banter around earlier, but I feel like... I wasn't myself a few minutes ago. I feel like that wasn't me at all. I felt like a different person altogether.

I felt like was being remote-controlled to think and act a certain way.

”You pieces of shit! I'll fucking kill all of you!” George howled once again in his usual sharp tone.

”Oh,” The Ringmaster snapped his finger before using that same hand to point his forefinger at George's sweaty and greasy face. ”That's a shot.”

That little exchange of theirs took me back to reality. I need not think of all those trivial things now and just focus on the task at hand unless I want to be the next sacrifice next year.

”Oh yeah, what were you saying again earlier? Sorry, I was just really out of it, like, really, really out of it.” I chuckled as I laid the huge ax I was carrying on my shoulder. ”I'm sure the Ringmaster would understand.”

”Pardon?” The Ringmaster said with the usual smile he has, but a hint of confusion was now a part of his tone.

I coughed lightly and diverted my gaze back to George. ”Forget it, you know what, George, if you want to prove so much that I lured your daughter here in her own volition, then I can always describe her to you.”

George seemed to have ignored what I had just said entirely and just focused his attention on what small word I had spoken with fear reflecting upon his eyeballs. ”How... How did you know my name? Who are you? Who the fuck are you!? How did you know my name!?”

”Well... Simple.” I chuckled once again. Perhaps, I'm enjoying this little exchange between us way too much which made me so glad that I have my mask on, but I sure am feeling tired already in more ways than one. I smashed the ax down onto the floor to use it like a cane, but it was too tall so I leaned on it instead. I then pushed my entire weight on it while I had my other hand on my waist. This posture of mine thus made my body look like the hands of a clock pointing at 5:55. ”We just know each other. I know about you and how you were born and raised in Texas and you stayed there until high school and then you moved out with your friend to study in New York and then you met your wife after college and then you got married in the Bahamas and then you went on to live in a flat in downtown New York with your friends and then you had a child there and your daughter, who has a long brown hair, hazel eyes that she got from her mother, thick lips that she got from you; she's probably about as tall as me, if I remember correctly, and her skin is as pale as a cloud, so much so, that I almost did not realize she's already dead. And you know what happened next, George? I talked to her, she greeted me, I told her to come inside of my flat, she agreed, I gave her a Bavarian doughnut, and then I took her here before the others kidnapped you; you know what, George? She's more than happy to comply with my request, and you were being difficult so we have to force your ass up! She was laughing while I went to this place with her! She loved this court! She was a little bubble of joy. Until she died, that is.”