continued from here with @filthy-goddamn-freakshow.
“There ain’t no God cruel enough to make ta make people like us...laughing stocks for the normies. I ain’t prayin’ to no one or nothin’.” His answer proved just how stubborn he could be when he was angry. “Ma and Meep died and went on ta nothin’ and we’ll do the same damn thing when it’s time for us ta be picked off. There ain’t no happy endin’ for a freak.”
“A touch morbid, honey.” Eyes rolled to meet the flustered scowl on Jimmy’s face, watching her from across the big tent as if hoping she wouldn’t hesitate to agree with him. Although Sally was in no position to criticize, goodness fucking knew he wasn’t the only one in this dump feeling like a goddamn waste of both space and resources, the blonde freak didn’t appreciate having her day pissed on by another’s drunken babbling. She had her own shit to worry about, the tragedy that was Sally’s unusual bottom half a real nightmare she wouldn’t wish upon anyone. And him? He was just lucky all parts of himself were still halfway functional.
Blowing a puff of cigarette smoke, aimed at Jimmy’s handsome face she always got off on watching, the mermaid shifted on her seat to let him have a nice look at the deformed mess beneath her skirt. A deformed mess some people liked to call legs, a sack of flesh and bone that would surely scare the gents away… if it wasn’t for the sexy tail Elsa shoved her into, night after night for the fish tank show. “When was the last time you were forced to get down on your hands and crawl? Like a fucking animal, no fucking less.”
