Taming The Ringmaster by Erin O'Kane & K.A Knight

Author:Erin O'Kane & K.A Knight [Knight, K.A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-03T06:00:00+00:00

We are thrown back into our cells and left alone for hours. I get bored and pace the edge of the bars. I can feel Nixon and Xavier watching me, but I pay them no mind. My mind keeps flicking back to the cold look of our ringmaster and the thought of them starving our animals. I feel like I’m going crazy. We are left locked up, and while most slaves seem to just go to sleep, including Xavier, I am left with nothing to occupy my time.

I sit, I lie, I pace, before doing it all again. Nixon watches me silently the whole time.

“No food tonight! Lights out!” comes a shout a couple of hours later. Some of the other slaves groan or complain, but no one fights back against the guard. Everyone settles in for the night, but I’m still restless, so when over an hour later, two unfamiliar guards head my way with a torch and keys, I am waiting.

I step back into the middle of the cell as they silently unlock the door and gesture for me to come out. I have a feeling this is to meet Chester, so I throw Nixon a reassuring smile. He’s on his feet at the bars again, but calmer this time, so I am guessing he had one of his feelings. That more than anything reassures me, and I step out into the hallway as they slam the cell shut and lock it.

The guard holding the keys pushes me along, dragging me past the bathroom and to the private room again. Once there, he throws me inside and slams the door in my face. Blowing out a breath, I turn to see Chester already staring at the setup chess board. When I step closer, I realise he has started a new game and is waiting for me.

I slip into the seat and make my move, staying quiet, letting him simmer in silence. I have to coax him, use him, and manipulate him. Easy, right?

We play silently for a while before he sits back with a sigh, rubbing at his eyes. “You look tired,” I say softly.

I feel him staring, so I duck my head and concentrate on the game, making my move before I sit back and face him, giving myself some time to school my expression. Anger is still running through me and I have to hide it.

“I don’t sleep well,” he replies, and I sense there is more to it than that. Does he want to share? Maybe if he opens up, I can use that weakness against him. Get him to see me as a person.

“Why not?” I ask.

He remains silent, his eyes begging me not to drag up his pain, but I need it, I need his pain and his trust. As much as I hate him, I need him and his help.

“Who did you lose? You told me I reminded you of someone, someone who saw under your mask, who you would have done anything for.

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