"Hiccups."

Ray Mond could finally breathe when Chatterbox stepped away from her and sat on a wooden box. It had been a long time since she had last seen Chatterbox, and honestly, not a single day went where she didn't think about him. 

Chatterbox. 

Her Chatty.

How did it all start? He got her expired I.D. card and started asking around for her with knives and a funny accent. Ray remembered the first impression she had of the six feet clown with a mask and a stinking clown costume. 

An idiot.

Admittedly, the entire ruse of CG infiltrating the clowns started after the scuffed date they had. And Ray remembered how important she felt when Mr. K personally asked for her and assigned her an undercover mission. The only downgrade was that she had to be one of the clowns if she wanted them to trust and like her. So, she went along with the ruse. The games, the heists, the running and the hiding, the meetings, the dates and of course, the relationship act she had to roleplay. She had to be a completely different person with him and his clowns. Blend with him and his clownery. Pretend to love him, pretend to care for him and pretend to be the perfect one for him.

She looked at the man seated in front of her, his long legs sprawled on either side of her. His hair messily falling over his forehead as he played with the blade of the sharp knife. He was in suspenders, a fit Ray loved on him. The brown on black made him look extremely intimidating and the half mask that covered his face - extremely fucking hot. The scars on his half face and the rage in his eyes - all of it reminder Ray Mond of what she had stirred. 

"It's Ray Mond." Ray said, hands still tied behind her back. The room was lit with a zero-watt bulb that lay dangling over them. It almost felt like an interrogation room if there wasn't a clown sitting with a knife in his hand. "There was no Hiccups."

"I heard." Chatterbox said like a soft whisper in the dark. He leaned forward and Ray Mond had to back off. "How have you been my Queen?"

The crazy in his black eyes and the smothering tone of his voice was enough for Ray to tread carefully. Chatterbox glanced at Ray from the head to toe, a sinister smile on his face. He reached out to unzip her black jacket which revealed her red sports bra and her denim skirt. 

"You wore red." Chatterbox tilted his head, ogling at the sight in front of him to his pleasure. "You dressed up for me." 

Ray Mond gulped when his hand slid to the side of her stomach. The tattoo which they had gotten together was still imprinted on her side. He caressed the tat with his fingers, not before removing his gloves. The moment his cold fingers made contact with her skin, Ray Mond felt a sudden urge of undesirable feelings choke her.  

"You still have the tattoo."

"Getting it off was expensive." Ray Mond said, ignoring the thunderstorm in her stomach at the way his hand lay on her bare body. "I barely had money to eat." 

Chatterbox retreated and put the white glove back on his hand. He proceeded to touch the tattoo with the old, rusty knife. The cold metal reminded Ray Mond of all the ways they'd have fun with it behind closed doors. The blade of the knife traced a bloodied line on the tattoo, and another marked like a X. 

"We can get it removed now, Cups." Chatterbox had the same evil smile pasted on his face. "You want me to help you with it?" He pressed the tip of the blade further in her skin until Ray couldn't hold back on the pain. She tried to suppress the pain by biting the insides of her mouth to stop herself from giving Chatterbox the reaction he needed but couldn't hold it back when the tip of the knife pierced through her side.  

"What do you want, Chatty?" 

Chatterbox removed the knife from her side and aimed it on the armrest. The knife lay dented in the wood while Chatterbox faced his Queen. She was in tears, looked ferocious with her black hair now brown, tied in a messy bun. Her brown eyes piercing his soul and the murderous intent on her face was one of things Chatterbox missed about her. 

"I thought you knew what I wanted, Cups."

Ray Mond took a deep breath, biting down the pain and what felt like droplets of blood oozing from her side. "I know you want me, and I am here." She was trying to reason with Chatterbox, the man who ate humans and lived his entire life killing people like they were flies. "So, have your way with me. But, let my brother go. He is innocent."

Chatterbox pulled her chair closer until they once again in a dangerous proximity. "Oh, I am going to have my way with you. You best believe that." He whispered softly against her cheeks, nuzzling her skin with his nose. "Your twin is collateral, my love. You sold yourself to me when we got engaged. So, everything that's yours, is mine." 

Ray Mond didn't dare lower her gaze. She had to fight her urges and look straight in Chatterbox's eyes. If she let her guard down, she knew she'd be on her knees in no time. 

"I came here for my twin." Ray Mond replied, eyes darting to his hands that rested on her thighs. They were moving upwards slowly and getting too comfortable for her liking. "Let him go. Let Vinny go. I promise, I'll still be here." 

"Promise? Like you did when you said that you loved me and that you would choose me over your gang?" Chatterbox tilted his head, his hands parting her thighs while his intense gaze matched hers. "Promise like you promised me that you wouldn't leave, Ray?" 

Ray Mond gulped. She couldn't move her hands unless she wanted to bleed to death, and she couldn't stop Chatterbox from invading her personal space. It was funny because the only reason she didn't want Chatterbox to come closer is because she knew she won't be able to hold herself back. 

There was something about that clown that made her strip both her clothes and her dignity. 

"I told you that if you choose your gang, you better kill me..." Chatterbox's ungloved hands sneaked inside her skirt and Ray fisted her hands when his fingers touched her throbbing pussy. "And if you don't... if you don't..."

Ray held her breath, and she tried her best to not melt as his fingers caressed her wetness. Why was she so down bad for the motherfucking clown, she'd never know. 

"Chatty..." She managed to say before Chatterbox could push his fingers and play her like a fiddle. "Chatty... please..." She was breathless already, and he hadn't even started. "Let's talk it out..." 

"You chose your petty gang over me, Cups." Chatterbox clicked his tongue and shook his head. "I told you, to kill me before you did that..." Ray tried to get out of her zip-ties but they simply cut her arms more. Chatterbox's fingers teased her wet folds until Ray couldn't keep up with his intense gaze. "So, it's my turn now." 

Instantly, his fingers dove deep in her insides and Ray shut her eyes. It was rough as he twisted and turned, painful to the point that Ray couldn't help but cry. 

But soon the pain turned into pleasure when he added another finger and kept the rhythm in a pattern she liked. He watched her crumble under his hold, struggling to reach her peak and trying to stop herself from melting. 

"If you release before I tell you too, your twin dies this very instant." 

Ray widened her eyes, gulping and holding back as his fingers played around. It wasn't helping with how simply increased the speed of his fingers and worked around her pussy in a way that made her want more. 

"Chatty..." She was breathing aloud, almost moaning his name. "Please..."

"Please, what?" He asked, knowing she wasn't going to last any longer. 

"Say it..." She demanded, pleading for him to let her go. "I cannot hold it any longer." 

Chatterbox kept his one hand busy with her, with the other he touched the walkie-talkie strapped on his shoulder. "Twinkles, ready your gun." 

"Twinkles is ready for command."

Ray fisted her hands, biting on her insides until she could taste her blood and held on. Chatterbox teased her more when he reached her delicate spot, and the moment he touched it - Ray couldn't hold it any longer. She came all over his fingers and a rasped breath escaped from her mouth, a name that sounded like his. 

Chatterbox removed his fingers now laced with her fluids. He let Ray catch her breath and licked his fingers clean. He touched the walkie-talkie and asked Twinkles to shoot. Ray immediately begged him not to, trying to recover from the mess he had made her. 

"It's not fair. Let him go." She said, making Chatterbox chuckle in response. "Please, I'll do anything you want me to. Please let him go." 

"Hold the fire, Twinkles." 

Chatterbox knelt in front of her, holding her by the choking grip on her neck and making her face him. "I know I should kill you this very instant." He said as calmly as he could, dangerously calm. "I know I am going to take a risk again, but what is life..."

"Without taking risks." Ray completed his statement, whispering against his lips. "You wanted me here to play a game, so let's do it." 

Chatterbox smiled, the grip on her neck tightening. "You know me pretty well, Cups." 

"I wouldn't be the Queen if I didn't..." 

Chatterbox proceeded to untie her from her zip ties by cutting it from his knife. She sighed in relief and examined the cuts and the bleeding. Her body was on fire, quite literally after Chatterbox playing her like a piano. So, the stinging of the wounds didn't bother her in the moment. 

"Stand up." 

Ray obliged and stood in front of the tall clown. He held the pistol he removed from his back pocket and proceeded to search Ray Mond. He removed her jacket and patted her down, touching every inch off her body to catch her with any suspicious thing she brought to kill him with. Ray raised her arms, letting him handle her so aggressively. He turned her around and bend her over. His hands raked inside her skirt again, as he satisfied himself by searching her. Once he was done, Ray Mond faced him and met his greedy, evil eyes. 

"What game do I have to play?" 

Chatterbox graced her pathway to the balcony, bowing to mock her. Ray rolled her eyes and walked outside on the balcony, everything was dark and eerie. 

"Welcome to the Funhouse!"

Chatterbox clapped his hands and at once the backyard was lit up with bright lights and the circus theme song played. Ray edged closer to the railing and saw the clowns in a group holding Vinny back, and Twinkles had his gun on Yuno. Ratchet was riding his unicycle, holding a gun in one hand, throwing confetti over the two hostages with the other. Twinkles would blow the horn at times, the one that made clown noises and would make Ray's ears bleed. 

"Yuno!" Ray called out to her twin who looked very close to being unconscious. He was tied to a chair and looked beaten and bruised. "What did you do to him?"

Chatterbox snickered as he took a step closer to her. "You want your brother alive, Cups?"

"You know I do."       

He bent forwards, holding out his palm and showing her the three dice he held. "Let's play the game, my love." He smirked, his widened smile simply adding onto the chills. "Let's roll the dice, until one of us is dead."

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