The clap of the hand echoed around the room, but the girl did not wake up. I had to hit again, and only after that she groaned in pain, and her closed eyelids trembled.
- Wh-what? Where I am? - Overcoming the excruciating pain in her head she asked.
- Everything is there, everything is with me, - I answered, taking a chair and turning it back to her and sitting down on it, throwing my leg, - Come on, talk.
- What to say? - she asked with incomprehension, trying to examine me and the room around.
To be sure, she moved her arms and legs trying to free herself, but realizing that she was tightly bound, she looked at me with surprise in her purple eyes.
- Who is she? Where did you come from? Who sent? - when asking questions, I raised the finger of my clenched right palm, - Three questions with easy answers ... Atria!
- Yes, Creel?
Warn me if she's lying...
Instead of answering, I heard the whirring of the small wheels of the robot, which rode up to me and extended another slave collar with its small manipulator.
And this is an idea. If I start ordering her, then the witch will be obliged to obey, the collar systems themselves will determine whether she is lying or telling the truth and carry out the punishment. It was at Terra that I then set it up for free movement and the ability to disobey orders, and then only on the second day after her pranks in bed. I'm an ordinary guy after all, and you can find an approach to me, especially with her tongue.
The devil got distracted.
As soon as the collar flashed in my hands, the witch instantly came to her senses. She tried to break free from the bonds holding her back, and also began to scream hysterically using her power:
- Let me out! I command you to release me!
"That won't work," I replied in a calm voice, bringing the collar to her defenseless neck.
- Not! No need! I do not want! I beg you! Please don't do this!
“I don’t care what you want or don’t want,” I whispered in her ear, snapping the device and activating its functions with a short twist of the outer ring.
The collar squeaked, announcing to me that I got a new slave, who, in theory, should be protected from the rest of the galaxy, hunting for her heart. But now I will torture her. Maybe Tria made the mistake of giving me the mission to find and protect witches? Or are these all acceptable sacrifices...
- You bastard! Who are you anyway?! What do you want from me?!
- Discharge! I commanded.
The girl jerked from a strong electric shock. She clenched her teeth in pain, arching her chair in my direction, and then collapsed back as soon as everything stopped. Looking at her, I realized that people endure such punishment more painfully than furriods. Terra, unlike this witch, could move, albeit screaming in pain, but this one is paralyzed, forcing all the muscles to tighten.
“Stop…” she whispered in a heavy, quiet voice, looking at me frowningly with her violet eyes.
Saliva dripped from the corner of her lip, leaving a wet trail on her white T-shirt. Blood was already baking on her forehead, turning into a stale crust, and the girl's skin was covered with perspiration and reddened.
- Let me go!
A strong wave captured my mind, making me feel that elusive feeling of lightness. But immunity to mental influence did not let me down and leveled the influence of the witch's powers.
Her eyes were reddened from broken capillaries inside, blood flowed from her nose. Apparently, in this attempt to subdue me, she tried to put more effort than usual.
- Humble yourself, your abilities do not work on me, better save your strength, - I said almost carefully, reaching out my hand and wiping the blood that had dripped onto her upper lip, - Discharge!
The witch twitched and moaned in pain through clenched lips.
- Please let me go or tell me what you want?! Who are you anyway?
I brought her to that point of despair, when the torture victim herself is ready to tell anything. This situation has two sides: the first - she will tell the whole truth as it is, the second - she will begin to say only what I want to hear from her. I need the first one. The collar with the function of orders will help me with this.
"I'm the one charged with protecting witches like you," I answered without going into details.
It's too early to do it. It is necessary to give information in a dosed manner.
"Krill," Atria said excitedly as she watched the interrogation.
But I paid no attention to her. The girl almost gave up and is ready to tell me everything I need.
So protect! Protect me! I'm a witch! - she moaned desperately, and then lowered her head to her chest, - I'll tell you everything ... I was sent ...
- Discharge! - unexpectedly for everyone, I growled, and then, as the girl stopped twitching in pain, he again bent down to her and whispered, - If you thought that I would be satisfied with the information that I want to hear, instead of the one that I really need, then you better think again … Resolution…
- Stop! I beg! I'll tell it like it is!
Her heavy breath escaped her parched, chapped lips. The air was filled with the smell of urine mixed with sweat, from a puddle that had flowed onto the floor.
I pointed at the puddle and Atria released the robots to clean it up. But it wasn't the smell or the disgust that bothered me anymore, I'm used to it all. I had to torture people before, knocking out information, as well as sitting on the same chair in front of the torturer, urinating in his pants from pain. But unlike others, I don't enjoy it. You need to be the last psychopath to enjoy human suffering, especially such a cute-looking girl. Okay, enough with this. And now I will still feel guilty for trying to defend myself. Stupidity, damn it.
“Then tell me,” I said, leaning on the back of the chair in front of me and carefully watching the girl.
She avoided eye contact with me, she was afraid. She probably thinks that I won't like her look and I'll start shocking again. This immediately sheds light on her character, she is ready to indulge the strong. She is not going to fight to the end, values her life above all else and is even ready to give up her pride and values. She is an ordinary person, albeit with abilities.
- I was sent to seize your ship.
- Who sent?
- Arreklis...
- Who is it?
Instead of a girl, Atria answered me:
- Captain Arreklis, nicknamed “Piercing Eyes”, a former rank ten techno-mage inquisitor. He was demoted and expelled in disgrace for excessive cruelty and manic inclinations towards captive witches. He is famous for his mastery of two blades. Currently a space pirate with a bounty on his head.
“Even the Inquisition has standards for interrogation and cruelty to witches?”
- As a rule, the Inquisition kills witches on the spot or interrogates, using torture to achieve an increased concentration of ether in the heart before removing it. It has been proven in practice that this method allows the technomage to become stronger in a short time. But Arrelix tortured them for personal pleasure, which did not benefit the order.
- Where did this information come from?
- The old archives of the Inquisition and its full history have been received by your AI as an introductory information for new cadets entering the service. And I just studied them.
- Well done, - I praised Atria, finally getting really useful information, and then turned to the witch, - And how did it happen that the witch works with the former inquisitor?
- I'm not working for him, I'm his ... - she stammered, losing the last words in tears, but then calmed down with a heavy sigh and began the story, - I was in captivity when he mocked us. We were caught a year ago on one of the trading planets, me and my girlfriend. Arreklis had already been expelled from the Inquisition, but he did not leave his business. He wanted to torture and enjoy it. And the only ones he knew how to look for were witches. So he went on our trail, and then grabbed. A friend was the first in line ... He mocked her for a whole day, doing everything so that she continued to scream and scream. So that I can hear it. And then when it was my turn, he looked at me and said he was in love. He took my hand and put a knife to my throat, offered a deal: “Either I use my powers and find new victims for him, or he rapes me along with the team,
- It is clear that you chose, - I nodded knowingly, - I was frightened and decided to save myself, commendable.
“I would rather die there, stumbling upon his knife, than go through all this again!” she growled with hatred, searing her violet eyes.
She was angry not at me, but at the captain she served.
- And what was your job?
“We intercepted rich ships, I landed first and subdued the entire crew with my powers, and then handed them over to the rest of the Arreklis crew.
- And then what?
- Then everything, as always, the division of booty, requests for ransom for the especially rich, letting slaves and beautiful girls go around, do not disdain beautiful guys.
Would you like to do the same with me?
She glanced at me briefly, then looked down again. All anger vanished from him, vanished like morning mist with the arrival of the wind.
- You would only get me, I have the right to take the girls and guys that I like. Nobody touches them, not even Arreklis. Then they would have received a ransom for you, and perhaps they would have left you on some planet with a beacon to wait for rescue.
- Piracy does not change, even in space people manage to remember everything forgotten in the past, - I sighed, not doubting the sincerity of the girl's words.
If she had lied to me, the collar would have given me an electric shock. I don’t know how he understands this, from a heartbeat or something else, but I’ll try to trust, although not completely, doubts still remain, if not about her story, then about their interpretation. You can always tell the truth, withholding most of the details and turning everything in such an angle that is beneficial only to you.
"Why didn't my powers work on you?" Are you really supposed to protect us? - she asked with some hope in her voice, - You can protect me from him?! Can you free me?!
- What will I get in return?
She did not even think about it, she immediately blurted out:
- I will become your slave, servant! Anyone…
Hell, do they all have the same thing on their minds? That Terra, that this witch, both say almost the same thing. They sell themselves into slavery if only I fulfilled their requests. The truth is, they don't have anything. What else can a woman offer a man in a moment of dire need? Only your body. So much she despaired, and is ready for anything.
- What if I lied to you? What if I'm worse than your captain? Suddenly I like to torture and hear screams?
Saying this, I lowered my voice to a whisper and moved closer to her, so that our foreheads touched and our eyes met.
The witch trembled slightly.
“Then, I have nothing to lose,” she said in a trembling voice, “I still face death after such a failure with you. Arreklis does not like the useless and the weak. All I have to do is step on his ship and I'm dead. So what's the difference?!
I smirked slightly. And it's true. Who cares? That I will kill her, that he. She has nothing to lose.
- Okay, and how to get on the ship?
- Why? Better get out of here! Get your feet up, chart a new course! Tell your AI...
There was a roar and the ship shook slightly from side to side. Tools and small parts fell from the shelves.
“A mining-type pirate ship took us on board.
- Please kill me! Please! Kill-e-e-e-th! the girl screamed, starting to convulse in her chair.
- Discharge! I shouted to stop her.
She lost consciousness from the first electric shock and collapsed to the floor like a sack of potatoes, dragging her chair with her.
I got up from my seat and cut her bonds freeing her arms and legs with bruise marks on her ankles and wrists. Then he picked her up and carefully carried her upstairs to the medical block, where Terra was already being treated. Her appearance got better. The fur is just as soft and silky. The fangs grew slowly, like the claws, only reddened bumps of scars remained from the wounds, but I think they will also resolve under the influence of new technologies.
- Treat her, but keep her unconscious until my return, - I said to Atria, - When Terra wakes up, then tell her that I ordered her to sit in the cabin and wait for me there. Don't even think about going out and looking for me.
- It will be done, - answered Atria, - Are you sure you decided to face the pirates alone?
“They won’t let us go so easily, and it’s time to warm up on real enemies, take a bigger boat, otherwise it’s already crowded for three,” I answered, going out to the airlock and taking out a hunting knife from stocks.
Did you have to do this to her? - Atria asked a question, - Your task is to protect them, to protect them, and not to torture and interrogate them. You're using harsh methods, Tria wouldn't approve of that...
“I don’t know any others,” I answered with a shrug, adjusting the sheath on my lower back, which stretched out on its own, clasping the torso and thigh with thin but strong straps, “If Tria wanted to find a noble and kind knight for the witches, then she made the wrong choice.
"Tria would never be wrong..."
- That's it, - I drawled, - She knew who she chose, and therefore do not dare to doubt my methods anymore.
“I understand, Creel,” Atria’s muffled voice rang out, “Here, take this earpiece and put it in your ear, so I can always be there for you and give advice.
I hope your advice doesn't come across as whining like "Kreel don't do this"?
- No, this will not happen again.
- For an artificial intelligence, you make quite a lot of mistakes and allow too much emotion.
- Should I stop? she asked with some challenge.
Hearing this, I grinned slightly as I looked at the reflection in the polished metal.
- No, I even like it that way, - saying this, I took the earpiece from the little robot and put it in his ear.
There was a hiss and a palpable prick inside my ear, and then there was the soothing voice of Atria:
- Now the transmitter is installed, and we can always keep in touch, without everyone else hearing us.
- Well, then watch my girls, and don't let them kill each other.
Finally, the first door of the airlock opened in front of me, allowing me to go inside. A hand reached for an open cabinet where two blasters lay. I only took one. The second sent along with the robot to his personal cabin, where Terra would later come after the treatment. Let her at least have something to fight back.
“You have a high chance of dying here,” the AI voice said to the ear.
"And you're highly likely to be fucked if you keep 'croaking' about my death," I snapped at Atria, slightly neurotic about the battle that lies ahead.
- If you survive, you can send me anywhere.
“Agreed,” I replied with a smile.
The airlock slowly opened in front of me and a dim yellow light penetrated the gap of the divergent metal shutters. Here I am inside a pirate ship.
I stood in the darkness of the room, watching the metal doors of the ship's outer airlock move slowly apart. Painfully slow. The blaster handle creaked with synthetic coating in my palm. The weapon of the future was already ready to unleash a lethal bolt of plasma at the first enemy unfortunate enough to meet me. I was beaten by a small shiver from the desire to finally warm up with real opponents.I want to let off steam and test my strength.Finally the doors parted enough to let in the light pouring in from outside and the shadow of a head blocking it. A loud voice echoed through the compartment:- Hey, bedding?! Why are you taking so long? The captain is already waiting for his victims!The man's face squeezed between the doors, not at all afraid that someone might be waiting on the other side. He was confident in the witch and her abilities. In vain.While he squinted to see something in the darkness, I put the barrel of the blaster to his forehead.- Who the hell are you?!- Boo
For a second, my heart sank. This happens when you suddenly feel the impending danger. The hair on his back stood on end, and his skin was covered with goosebumps. All the instincts of this new body trumpeted my imminent death, and I did not ignore them.Leaving the pirate, I jumped aside just at the moment when the furriod's mouth closed inches from my hand. His huge carcass flew past, dragging the remaining poor fellow behind him. There was a strong roar, the sound of a muffled blow and a short groan full of pain.- Do you even feel sorry for your own? - I said, getting to my feet and looking at the wolf.He stood near the body of a man with a head crushed against the wall, on which there was a deep dent and a red mark with the remains of the insides of the skull."They were never 'mine,'" he growled back, wiping his sharp, bloody claws on the dead man's clothes.The dog slowly walked to the side, avoiding me in a semicircle, trying to keep his distance. I did the same. Tension grew
I bet her green hair...- You want to test me, dog? - I asked irritably, turning to the furriod, - She has purple hair, like her eyes.But he was nowhere to be found. It was strange. But he was standing behind me and saying something, and after a moment he disappeared as if he had dissolved into space.- Atria?"Krill, I can't detect him," a female AI voice answered in her ear. "Even for my systems, he just disappeared, as if he had never been here."- Who is he anyway? - I asked a question into the void, examining the remaining traces of blood and fangs after our battle.My injured arm hurt, but I tried to ignore it. If I relax now and allow myself to think about the wounds, then all my bruises and cuts on my body will begin to bother me and make me think only about them. And this can lead to death.- I recorded your conversation and entered it into the database, as soon as it is possible to connect to the general network of the empire, I will try it ...- Find out at the first oppor
Walking past the dirty, battered pirates, lined up in a straight line all the way to the captain's bridge, is such a pleasure. The stench and stench followed me all the way. Nausea kept rising up in my throat, but I forced myself to restrain myself. You need to get used to this. It seems to me that in the future I will have to visit such places more than once. Though I'd rather fight cleaner and tidier enemies.While I was walking, none of the pirates even thought to attack me. Although I turned around every now and then, hearing suspicious rustles and noticing movement out of the corner of my eye, but this was not another ambush. They only closed behind me, cutting off the way back and, as it were, forcing me to go forward. Their eyes were blank, their faces frozen in a stupid expression of euphoria. Someone was casually and very relaxed talking to someone, but they discussed very terrible topics: who raped and stabbed whom how many times. And just behind me. As if an unknown spell f
Incandescent plasma shot out of the weapon's barrel and rushed towards Arreklis. He swerved to the side to dodge, but I decided at the same time to attack him in close combat. At the risk of friendly fire from my slave, I aimed the sharp edge of a blade with a bluish glow at the opponent's chest. There was a squelching sound and the smell of burnt skin touched the nose as the knife hissed against human flesh. But I haven't been able to do any serious damage. When the inquisitor ducked to dodge the shots, he allowed me to get closer, but at the same time, I became more vulnerable to blows.Swinging one blade towards Terra and the other towards me, he forced us both back to a safe distance.- You're on time, - breathing heavily and wiping the blood from my face, I said to the cat.“They whispered to me that you, like, will need help,” she said with a satisfied smirk, winking at me.Furrioda looked healthy and whole, not as bad as she had been after our battle. The collar around her neck
- What's wrong with him? Terra asked in surprise, standing behind me and licking the cuts on her arms.I looked at her in surprise. All my life I thought that only dogs do this and it is natural to believe that everything is exactly the same for furriods. By the way, about them. Don't forget about that dog.- And you will then crawl to me with this mouth, animal?- What? - She pricked up her ears, - I'm trying to disinfect the wounds, it's dirty here ...- The main thing is to wash yourself afterwards, - I said, and then asked, - Did you notice anything when you got out of the ship?- No, only the corpses of people, - the cat answered with a shrug.I nodded accepting the answer. If she didn’t notice anything, it’s likely that her scent wasn’t sensitive enough, or the smell had faded, or maybe she just didn’t pay attention because of her rush to me. Other than that, it's not that scary. Atria will check this "werewolf" though what kind of werewolf is he, if in fact he is a humanoid ani
I killed them and I have to live with it. Not in the first.Terra sat quietly in a chair, arms folded across her chest, trying to digest everything that had happened at all. Evelina looked at her, then walked over and put her hand on her fluffy shoulder.- Hey, listen, - she began, a little awkwardly attracting the attention of the furrioda, - If it makes you feel better, then they were all prisoners. The company that owns this ship and the asteroid buys up killers and rapists from prisons, and then survives to the last in the extraction of useful resources. They would have died anyway.I didn't say anything. Silently he stepped over the inquisitor's body and went upstairs. A huge number of stars, the beauty of space and fragments of the destroyed planet that was once my home. Now all this was hidden behind a huge number of human bodies floating in a vacuum. Men, women. Their faces were filled with agony. But I did not raise an eyebrow, although the sight is terrible. I was more conce
“Go away,” I growled through the pain, hurt.The girl took the injector in her hands and began to turn in my direction. But for some reason, her movements slowed down. My head began to crack even more, as if someone inside my skull had begun to inflate a rubber ball that threatened to tear my head apart from the inside. But, even worse, the picture before my eyes began to delaminate. It was as if the whole world was divided into many layers, different from each other, which moved asynchronously to each other. One layer showed Eva leaning to the right, laying down on my stomach with her chest to inject the medicine into her left hand, and the other showed her slowly leaning towards her right. And with every fraction of a second, one picture became transparent, almost blurry, and the other filled with color and became more voluminous, until the witch herself repeated the procedure and leaned over to my right hand.A short prick and the pain passes, instantly, as if it never existed. The
The noise of the crowd in the bar forced me to break away from my own thoughts, interrupting them like TV static, preventing me from focusing on what had happened in the past.I would like to forget all this altogether, throw it away and move on with my life.But it's hard to do all this, sitting in an old bar, drinking cheap diluted beer while grimacing at the putrid smell of people around, and also watching another reminder on TV ...“It's been a week since that horrific incident when a group of supervillains took over the Superhero Academy, set off explosions all over Yuniopolis, and released the prisoners from Ironville Prison.Here, in time with the voice of the pretty girl of the announcer, frames of devastation began to appear on the screen. Destroyed to the ground houses, formed as if they were made of playing cards. Burning shopping centers, churches, administrations, and, behold, the prison itself in all its glory, in the iron wall of which a huge hole gapes.It turns out th
After all, it will not be possible to get everything and clean it.Mistakes are not allowed.- I'll free you! Now is the time! Marcus snapped out of his seat.He ran up to Rena and grabbed her by the waist and turned her back to him. He pressed something on the device hanging on his belt, and then, with a buzzing sound, began to inject a huge amount of a drug that enhances abilities through the tubes.Rene started screaming in pain again, but this time her agony was stronger. The girl fell to the floor, began to writhe, bend, tear her clothes and scratch her skin.I can't even imagine how she feels right now.“Be patient, dear,” Marcus whispered, stroking her bald head, “It’s okay, you have to do this, remove the pain, endure it and free HER, even if you yourself have to die.”Who is locked up there? What woman is so important to Marcus that he is ready to give people's lives for her? What should I do? To stop him?Not! I've gone too far! You can not stop half way because of your own
My fingers closed around Katherine's throat. I could feel it shrinking, trying to get at least a breath of life-giving air, but I didn't let it happen.All.End.Removing my hand, I looked at the pale face of the girl with her eyes closed. Heavy, greedy sighs escape my lips, as if I had just been strangled, not her. Not enough oxygen, dizzy.I didn't want to end up like this. Did not want.Yielding to a conscientious impulse, I felt the artery on her neck with two fingers - there is a pulse, but weak.Already happy. I was afraid that I would kill her, I would overdo it with force. After all, he could break her cervical vertebrae with gloves, or somehow harm her.Crap…Is it all worth it? Since when am I ready to strangle a person for the sake of some ephemeral piece of information?“Sorry, Kat,” I whisper, looking at her face.Bending down a little, I kiss her on the forehead, and then I get up and walk towards the descent. I feel extremely lousy at this moment. Somewhat overly emotio
Strange feeling.You seem to have experienced remembering, you know that they are in your head, and you can even feel them, but you can’t see them. It's akin to taking an old disc from the shelf, inserting it into the player and it won't play, it's damaged. So do I.- Don't you remember? Marcus was sincerely surprised. “Well, no wonder, she warned about something like that.- Can you continue your story? I ask irritably, feeling my temples begin to squeeze.“Okay,” Marcus replied with a shrug as he walked around Rene.He took a chair, and passing a little closer to me, placing it next to me.“Sit down, I see you are not well,” he said in a voice full of sympathy and concern.His hand rested on my shoulder, forcing me to gently, but at the same time, adamantly sink into the seat.Then, smiling, he stepped aside breaking the distance and showing his empty hands.Why such courtesy?But thanks to this thoughtful gesture on his part, I was able to sit back in my chair and allow myself to r
The elevator doors parted in different directions, revealing the inside of a metal booth, upholstered in wood in the old style of the sixties. Once inside, I turned around to face the closing doors. My gaze slowly lowered to see small streaks of blood trailing from the elevator doors.Looking down, I noticed blood dripping from the gloves mixed with everything else. In the joints between the fingers, where the metal was connected by some kind of elastic lining, someone's long hair was stuck, which I immediately pulled out, throwing it aside.The unpleasant consequences of the death of many people. They always leave a lot of dirt behind. It is even surprising why nature made death so dirty? Is it really only in order to thereby scare away all other predators from the body and let it decompose becoming fertilizer?If so, then humanity has broken this primary cycle. Those students definitely can't become fertilizer for anything. They are cremated, and the ashes will be scattered somewher
“… and that’s how we come to the fact that we need to check you out!” Guys, kill her!What? Who? What is it about? Who to kill? What guys? I got distracted! Crap! Looks like he's inviting trouble...Sighing, I looked at the crowd of zombified students walking towards me. They all walked quite briskly, someone hovered above the ground, a couple climbed the walls and tried to take a position above me. I was surrounded, and if they use their abilities, it will be very bad for me.Without waiting for the attack, I made a short dash forward, jumped up and, pushing off the bench, caught my hands on the metal roof of the canopy that blocked the paths between the buildings of the academy.They immediately grabbed me by the legs and began to pull me down, trying to fight back, I heard how their fingers and hands were breaking. One of them actually had my boot run into his face, breaking his nose, but he didn't even notice. That's just a huge minus.Zombified people do not feel pain, they are r
So the time has come to fight against the mentors who have been sharing their knowledge with me all this short time. I must admit that everything they taught me here came in handy for me very soon. Even unexpectedly, somehow.Just as unexpected as Yolanda's attacks.A beautiful woman in a long dress standing against the wall attacked us with her ability.Stone blocks flew at us. Walls appeared right in front of your nose, and under your feet every now and then small obstacles strove to jump out. I had to dodge very often. So often that I could no longer really keep track of anything else, my gaze was lost in all this flickering of concrete sculptures and deadly structures, and I completely surrendered to the will of instincts.Run a meter forward, and then bounce back to dodge the concrete guillotine that has arisen above your head, roll to the side in the hope of slipping under a multi-ton block.— Watch out! I shout to Katherine.Sliding across the floor, I grab the girl by the legs
It surprised. Why did she decide to release me first? She could help herself first… “Now help me. So helping each other and actually holding hands so that the paper clip does not disappear into the air, we got out of the steel fetters holding us back. - Finally! Katherine whispered wearily, leaning against an iron beam. Her chest heaved up and then down heavily in time with her greedy breaths. After just a couple of minutes, we were out of breath as if we had run a couple of kilometers of cross-country. But we still need to get out of here and face those who kidnapped us. - Get down! Katherine whispered as she jumped at me. She pressed my body to the floor, and she fell down herself, trying to completely hide behind boxes with broken equipment and a bunch of tools from above. At first I did not understand what all this was for, but then I managed to hear quiet steps. Someone was walking in our direction with a confident, neat step. Is it one of our guards? They finally decided to sh
Something too often, being in a new body, I get into some kind of trouble. As soon as we let Katherine into our house, the door of the apartment was knocked out by an explosion, and we were seized. Memory helpfully throws up scattered fragments of a conversation that we had before the attack. Kat, one might say, fell on my head like a Japanese kamikaze on an aircraft carrier. The girl was out of her mind. Dilated pupils looked at me with insatiable hunger and desire, the scarlet skin of her face, frequent heavy sighs, she looked more like an excited drug addict than a harsh and terrible detective. She tried in every possible way to get close to me, and this made her uncomfortable. She pressed me against the wall, breathed into my neck, so at the same time she was also rude. Crap! I can’t say that I don’t like assertive girls who take the initiative in their own hands, but not when everything goes like this. Although it is worth recognizing it turned me on. I have never been a fan of