4 Freak Show Novels & Stories

On top of that, the livestream topped the list, while the other videos at best had a few hundred or a few thousands views at best. And in the video, every face was an heir or heiress from rich or powerful families. "Oh, this is amazing! All Andy has to do is say that he's sick, and she's selling her blood for him!" "On the sixteenth prank, she fell into the ocean… And on the fifteenth, she was sent flying in a car crash! Why is she so hard to kill?" "Well, Andy already made it clear that if she survives until the end, he will marry her and swear off women!"

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Breaking free of the police officers' hold, he threw himself toward the gurney where my corpse lay and tried to stuff the mouthpiece on the cylinder through my tightly shut lips. "Take a breath… Please, just take a breath… April Fools' Day is over… I won't play a prank on you ever again… Please just open your eyes, even if it's to curse at me…" Nevertheless, my corpse lay there quietly, stiff and cold. Rigor mortis had caused my lips to pull up slightly, making it look like I was smiling, like I was mocking him. My spirit floated above him as I gazed down at everything happening. I watched as he hugged my body and bawled like a baby, watched as his tears splashed against my swollen face.

“What else?” She shrugged a shoulder. “That’s the main thing and encompasses most of what we need from you. Feel free to visit whenever you’d like and don’t hesitate to ask questions. We have nothing against you knowing things, just the information being spread.” “It’s n-nothing to do with m-m-m-me.” I couldn’t help but slump with every stutter from my lips. It seemed to only be getting worse lately, though I was most definitely nervous. A foot bumped mine beneath the table and Fredrico leaned forward on his elbows. “Don’t be so scared of us. We’re friendly, aren’t we?”

“Ready?” Fara hesitated, her eyes meeting mine for one final second. “I’ll be fine,” I promised her softly. “Franco’s here.” She inhaled sharply, bracing herself. “This is gonna be one hell of a show,” she muttered. And before anyone could blink, they shifted. The sound was horrific — bone cracking, skin tearing, fur bursting from beneath. Gasps and screams tore through the crowd as their bodies contorted and reshaped right before everyone’s eyes.

“You came for a spook show, didn’t you? Came to see some horrors?” The footlights and music came back up and someone clapped. That clap was like a tiny crack that split open a huge dam. That one person’s relief that this weird trick was over and the actual show was starting again caught like wildfire, unleashing a massive tidal wave of emotion that flooded the drive-in with sweet release and wild applause.

The guy raised his book, and while the eyes of everyone focused on the object, the free hand of the preacher reached out for his belt just to pull out his little meat stick. "First comes the water" Then, against all expectations, he pissed all over the woman´s feet. "HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" A quivering shriek was heard when she felt the hot and yellowish liquid reach her body. People joined her scream as the feeling of disgust started to arise from their hearts. "Now goes the wind" One of the zealots started to fart uncontrollably against the audience, this was the last of their efforts to show how their religion worked because as soon as people realized this was a show of frea

Her face went pale. "Subject 147. Female. Age 23. Political refugee from China. Brought in 2019. Used for longevity trials. Genetic modification attempts. Neural enhancement experiments." Jessica looked up. "She died in 2020. Complications from modification procedures. Just one name in hundreds of files." "We need to document this," Maya said. "Photograph everything. Every file. Every laboratory. Every piece of evidence. The world needs to know what this facility was really doing." They spread out. Photographing. Recording. Building evidence of atrocities committed in the name of national security.

Inside these tanks were several beings with scaly wings and claws, many eyes and forms of grossly stretched and misshapen skin connected by wires and tubes. Around there, there were pipes of the same liquid, around there were panels spread out showing leukocyte counts, blood counts, heartbeats and looked at each creature. Among these beings were several specimens, and there, around, inside it, were deformed and experimental humanoid lizards. It was Freak. - I believe gentlemen that you should receive a welcome. - He said opening the gate of one of the tanks at once, releasing a huge scaly monster with wings... As if he fell into an endless abyss looking at immense red rivers of blood and scr

Never let dogs smell fear! The hungry look on these men’s faces as their eyes run over my practically naked body makes it obvious that they smell my fear, and they fucking love it. I look around the room, thinking that I’ve never seen so much leather, facial hair, and tattoos in such a small space. I try to find a friendly face, but they’re all looking at me like they want to bend me over the nearest table and fuck the living hell out of me.