The twins of her lover peer down at her each extending a hand to lift her they are surprisingly tender. Once her feet are under her that changes as they both take the chain to drag her out of the cage. She is pulled to the waiting darkness despite her struggles. The murmur of many voices hits her ears with the tune still playing in the background when it dawns in her she is under the big top it seems whatever is happening she will be the main attraction, center ring. She soon becomes aware those that fill the stands are nothing more than hundreds of versions of Sax. When his voice that one that means his monster has control its rife with the souls he has claimed.
"Take her to the bed and keep her there. Ya do not allow the poppet to flee this time. Aye for there is no escape for the monster ya have chosen. It be far to late for that."
From the entry way a wound red velvet coated Ringmaster steps shark like teeth bared in some semblance of Saxon's smile she finds so sweet. The closer he gets the more evident he is not the one she knows. A hissing cackle erupts from his throat. The very moment a stench if corruption coats her throat. This must be what Sax is always claiming to cover. She shakes her head trying to rid herself of a scent that's so thick it seems to slide down her throat gagging her in its way to her lungs.