We're All Mad Here

By Dee Garcia

Crazy. Psycho. Freak.

Those are just a few of the words people have used to label me since I was old enough to remember.

I don't understand society's obsession with having to label everyone and everything, but alas, such is life.

Not like it isn't true; I am crazy, a product of two screw ups who made sure I turned out as messed up as they are.

What they weren't expecting is how much worse I'd be.

Once I became too much for them to handle, they threw me to the wolves without a second thought.

It was then I found Carnaval de la Mort.

They became my family, aiding me and all of my personalities in a way no one had dared to before.

They loved me and accepted me for me, even the ones who claimed not to have a heart.

Brooks wasn't part of the show, but after the first night I saw him in the audience during one of my salacious, death-defying acts, he began showing up more and more.

Each time he tried to get closer, tried worming his way into my calloused heart, and each time I warned him a crazy broad like me doesn't fall in love.

Pity he couldn't listen. He was much too pretty to die.

 

WARNING: If you're considering picking up this book, chances are you've read the blurb. Given the genre and the collection it's part of, I think this goes without saying… However, in the event you need clarification: We're All Mad Here is not a true romance novel. Some readers may consider it dark romance due to certain aspects, but word to the wise—there is no HEA. Should you decide to forge on and brave Vayla's twisted world, please remember you are doing so at your own discretion. Don't come for me when you're done with it, k? This book contains dark subject matter that might be triggering to some. It also contains mature language, sexually explicit scenarios, and detailed depictions of graphic violence.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dee Garcia
• Release date: Mar 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201242978

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Chapter

One

Vayla | Thaïs

♫ Show & Tell - Melanie Martinez ♫

Aguttural, satisfied moan vibrates through the air within the tent as the tip of this colossal alien dildo breaches my pussy lips. It’s not a fetish of mine—I do it for the audience—but my eyes fall shut regardless, fingers quivering around the hoop keeping me slightly suspended above it.

Will you let go already? Thaïs hisses, nearly dropping me on the spot.

I catch myself just in time, though, tightening my grip. No, not yet, I mentally hiss back at her.

If you don’t, I will.

She will; I have no doubts she will. She’ll come at me within the depths of my mind, forcing me to use every ounce of self-restraint I know to keep from—

JUST FUCKING DO IT! she shouts. 

My grip slips completely, allowing gravity to take over just as she promised, dropping me flush to the floor in my side split position. The curly tentacle impales me to the hilt, earning the audience another appreciative moan as my body stretches around it. 

Goddammit, Thaïs, I chastise her, trying and miserably failing not to give in to the delicious sensation begging me to roll my hips. Unlike Thaïs, I enjoy making these dirty motherfuckers wait before I spread my legs and expose myself. Call it dignity or what have you, but regardless of what my act entails, I’m not a fucking whore. Just ’cause they get to see my snatch doesn’t mean it’s available to the highest bidder after the fact.

Quit lying to the people, Vayla. You’d sell your pussy for a fucking funnel cake or a fifty dollar bi—

Hands slamming onto the stage floor, effectively breaking through her chatter, I slide onto my forearms and move nothing but my ass—aka the main attraction. That’s what these men are here to see, amongst me getting myself off while pulling dangerous stunts, of course. My act wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t gush all over the front row at least once after deep-throating a flaming sword.

As The Invulnerable Woman, that’s what they’re expecting, and I’m happy to give it to them. Like I said, I’m most definitely an exhibitionist; I just enjoy toying with them longer than Thaïs does.

That alien cock feel good, baby girl? I hear from a husky voice in the audience.

Goosebumps dot my skin almost instantly, along with the realization that I’m about to lose control of myself. That term, baby girl, is all it takes to trigger me. Well, to trigger Thaïs. She lives for it and every rendition of it out there. I can fight her off, but it’s harder to manage in the public eye. There’s only so much I can do without looking like a total freak, and depending on the situation and where I am, it can be harder for me to focus.

Like right now.

There’s too many eyes on me, the lights too bright, highlighting my every move. Thaïs uses it to her full advantage, too. My body freezes, the world around me stopping, sucking me into the vortex of complete and utter stillness that comes just before one of my personalities takes over. 

Dissassociation.

Nothing but a few moments passes, the crowd’s roaring more and more distant in my ears, and as my vision blurs over—BOOM, bye-bye Vayla.

I inhale deeply as that first precious breath of air fills my lungs. When I open my eyes, it’s like I’m opening them for the first time. The tent’s peaks greet me, a smile carving itself on my face as I right what’s temporarily my body and search for the man whose voice called me forward. Now that I’m in control, I’m gonna take shit up a notch. Vayla was taking too long. Watching her drag this out from the sidelines was proving to be difficult. 

That’s the difference between Vayla and me… I don’t hesitate or pussyfoot around the fucking bush. 

I go for what I want, when I want it, and right now, I want that man to come up here and turn this fat ass fifty shades of palm print red.

After he eats my pussy and tells me what a good girl I am for coming on his face.

With one last slam down on the tentacle, I roll off of it and spring onto my feet, shedding Vayla’s ridiculous fur coat. She wears it more often than I’d like her to. It’s an obstruction if you ask me, and her body is too delicious to be hidden behind cover-ups. It’s been years, and we’re still working on her loving herself completely.

She needs to own it.

So when I’m in control, I own it for her.

Like two laser beams, I feel the pull somewhere to my right. Scanning the audience, I find my target fairly close to the front. Our eyes lock as the fur pools at my feet. He’s rapt by my every move, ardent gaze tracing the curves of my figure as a lopsided smirk draws itself on his face. 

This is going to be fun.

I crook a finger at him, retreating just a couple of feet for the hot pink aerial silks now unrolling from the top of the tent as he makes his way up.

It’s perfectly timed, like clock-work, and this part wasn’t even rehearsed. They always know, though—the freaks. They know when we switch, who Vayla’s body is being powered by at any given moment. It’s an art they’ve all mastered in their own ways through the years, and the second they saw me shed that coat, they knew to let down the silks; my specialty.

Audience Man veers through the crowd and up onto the stage to where I stand, running nervous hands through dark, silver-streaked hair. He’s even more handsome from this proximity with sage green eyes and a strong, defined jaw. The scruff dusting its taut frame has me squeezing my thighs together, and the dick print he’s sporting? That thing could technically be considered a semi. He’s gotta be a good six-feet of muscle, and I’m definitely feeling some type of way about him. Judging by the hint of mirth billowing in his stare, I’m right to be affected. 

It’s clear he’s a dirty, dirty man, and I can’t wait to frame his handsome face with my legs.

What am I doing up here? 

I shrug coyly, wrapping the silks around my arms. You asked if that alien cock felt good, right?

He nods, his gaze falling to the apex of my thighs where I’m bare...and wet. Vayla ditched the bottom of her all-black costume mid-air through her hoop routine. The strappy top is still perfectly intact, but I’m sure the audience wouldn’t mind if I nixed that for them too.

How about you taste it and find out? I coo. I think that should give you a good idea.

His eyes snap up to my face at my suggestion. They’re rounded with shock…but not for long. A wicked grin tickles his lips, and the next thing I know, he takes the one step necessary to be embedded in my personal space. Don’t you at least want to know my name first? he counters, dragging a lone finger up the length of my thigh.

His scent intoxicates me in tandem with the subtle scorch of his touch. I can’t help but shiver, eyes falling shut as the sensation drips from my head down to the bare soles of my feet. I don’t need to know your name for you to suck on my pussy, I breathe. I like Daddy better anyway.

His brow quirks, tongue lashing out along his bottom lip. Daddy, huh?

I offer nothing more than a nod, batting my lashes to seal the deal.

C’mon, get on with the show! someone in the audience roars. We didn’t come here to watch you chit-chat with your knight in shining armor!

Knight in shining armor? L-O-L.

Those don’t exist.

Looks like we better get on with it, I tell him. Are you participating or...

There goes that hand of his running through his hair again. The first time I thought it was a nervous habit. Now, I think it’s more a contemplative one. How will this work?

My lips curl deviously. You’ll see… Just stay right where you are.

And with that, I back up enough to get a running start around him and use all my upper-strength to flip upside down. Deep within me, I can feel Vayla stirring, trying to regain control and re-associate. She’s fighting to finish the act her way. Thankfully, the audience comes to life all over again, aiding me in blocking her out. Their cheers of encouragement keep me focused, wrapping myself in the silks every which way before letting go. The first spiral downward is always such an adrenaline rush. I live for it, relishing the whirl of my stomach as I catch myself just inches above Audience Man.

Spread-fucking-eagle.

Hope you’re hungry, I purr, my chest heaving after my little death-defying act. She’s extra juicy today.

Chapter

Two

Vayla

♫ Freak - Sub Urban & REI AMI ♫

T hat was some classy shit, Helios snickers as I step out of the main tent en route to my little trailer on the grounds.

I release the purple and white striped fabric flap with a gasp, shooting off the pavement a good five inches. Jesus fuck, Helios! I bark at him. I hadn’t seen him there hidden in the shadows. You scared the absolute shit out of me! 

My blood boils a little too. He knows how I feel about being snuck up on.

What could barely be considered a chuckle leaves him, his shoulders bouncing softly. Cum out of you is more like it.

What? My brow perks. 

I must be a comedian tonight because he laughs again. A semi-exasperated sigh follows, and then he swings his head my way. That dude just made you come, right?

Oh. Yeah. 

There you go, he says, waving one of his claw-like hands to cement his point.

It’s amazing how unaffected I am. I’d say that’s progress on self-control. When I first joined their crew, Helios picking on me used to make me so mad, it would end with me in tears after trying to defend myself. Now, I couldn’t care less. It’s just who Helios is. He’s angry...at the whole fucking world.

Nothing personal.

I guess you’re right, I chuckle, rubbing my slick thighs together. "I’m still wet." 

His gaze flicks down toward the motion for a split-second, but he looks away just as quickly, shaking his head. My eyes go for a spin