Feeling the change in Fox's mood, the Man cautiously lifted her face and carefully looked into her emerald eyes. From such a penetrating look, his breath hitched, and his determination began to melt.- Something is wrong?"Oh, now it's your turn to ask!" she thought gloomily, her eyes twinkling.- I thought of what to wish! - Lis said barely audibly, almost breaking into an unconvincing squeak. — I won chess yesterday.The Man's fingers skimmed along his tender neck in a businesslike way, deliberately knocking down his pulse and subduing his will again. He came damn close, whispering in my ear:What does my little witch want? - only one question caused a storm of controversy, but Fox firmly decided to voice her desire, and then come what may.Through a ragged breath, she collected her will piece by piece and decisively said:“As long as I am imprisoned in the Circus by the terms of our agreement, you will not try to seduce me by any means available to you!” Swallowing nervously, she p
Morning. The fox woke up at dawn and lay motionless on the sofa, afraid to breathe loudly or move. The days of confinement are over. End. You can collect things and run ... but where? To the poisoner Claudia? To the monsters in Brantford? Towards the nightmares that the Man shut her up every night, even though he never admitted it? Wait for them to come ?“Please tell me, for my behavior, I will stay at the Circus for another month! Please!" she mentally asked.“ For your behavior, you will stay here much longer, little witch, but completely voluntarily! »The bedclothes stung the skin, as if chasing the outlander away. Lie peacefully, thinking about some everyday things did not work. In my head, as if with a red-hot iron, the brand “You are free!” Was burned out. and it hurt. The fox grabbed the sky-blue dress and went behind the screen to tidy herself up. After all the standard procedures, she carefully looked at herself in the mirror. Has she changed a lot during her weeks at the C
Three: Six witches come to Claudia's basement, where she is experimenting with herbs under special lamps to breed her Black Hellebore. Each of them fulfills their small role in the city, but they have long ceased to be true witches, mired in the stagnation of everyday routine. They are unhappy with Claudia's eternal experiments with plants and girls. She promised that the latter will cope, but in front of them she admits aloud that the current assistant is absolutely worthless. Devours Hellebore like a sperm whale, but is of no use to her.Four: Another trip to Man. Claudia announces that the Circus Master can take the useless junior witch for himself and do whatever he wants with her. In response, he receives the same letter with a wax seal in the form of a mask. The Masked Man is clearly pleased, but Claudia has no idea how much.Five: She is unhappy to see her assistant alive after all this time.Six: She doesn't put anything in her tea. Still spend money on this stupid creature, a
The man did not show his real appearance, but the anger bubbling inside was tamed by the fingers gently touching his face. He leaned over to Lis, covering her hand with his as their faces were level. The right hand that appeared immediately lay on his neck in order to bring the Man closer to him. Enough for the little witch's lips, heated by her breathless breath, to find his own.***Did I have some kind of plan? Maybe he was. But when the horizon was closed by his demonically attractive eyes, and my lips voluntarily surrendered to his captivity, everything disappeared. The whole world evaporated and became absolutely unimportant.The only thing that mattered was his kiss. Incredibly deep, will-destroying, subjugating me from the first moment. Complete surrender has never been so pleasant. His hands roam my skin through my dress, revealing all the secrets of my outfit and turning my body into malleable plasticine. My unruly fingers are occupied with an expert-level puzzle, the strang
With the rustle of the blanket covering me, I fall into a deep sleep, listening to his whisper:Sleep, my little beast.***With such a wind, it's a pity we didn't take a kite! Zoe's scream grabs my attention.The wind overthrows her cry almost to a whisper, but I still hear it. From frenzied delight, I forget what I was doing before I heard it. With a jubilant cry, I run to my friend through the meters of green meadow separating us.— Zoey! - until a crunch I squeeze her in my arms, tears begin to roll from my eyes, and a happy laugh escapes from my chest.A friend returns the hugs, smiling stiffly, as if she does not understand my mad joy to see her alive and unharmed.- Let's go! Alex is waiting for us. There, down the slope, - she pulls my hand, - where the wind is weaker. Let's go before we get blown away!The magic word "Alex" is a repeat trigger. Despite my legs tangled in a blue skirt, I rush forward, overtaking my friend. She, an avid lover of pants, suddenly also flaunts a d
What are the punishments for sins? she breathed resentfully, continuing to provocatively run her fingertips over the scars. - If for the invasion, then another four weeks of work? Or two, I was alone this time.“Alas, my dear Alice,” he smiled rapaciously in response, “that was my mercy for an innocent sin, committed for the first time, but now ...“You won’t let me out of the territory now, will you?” - she suggested with mixed feelings, another game on the nerves was read in the words of the Man.In response, a fox smile with an unvoiced “I didn’t guess!”."You won't even let me out of your tent?" she asked, starting to giggle.He is the Great and Terrible Masked Man. He can do whatever he wants. The smile grew wider and more carnivorous. Almost guessed. But not really."Clear. I can't go further than the bed! I wouldn’t say that I’m against it, especially if I feed!”Thin fingers reached out to the Man's face. Weightless movements on the ideal surface of illusion. The action bore f
We both know it's not! Her eyes the color of arctic ice again examined her face with a silent question.A ripple passed across his face, washing away the illusion of perfection.You weren't scared first. The first one wanted to touch, - taking the girl's hand in his hand, he brought it close to his face with a heavy sigh. The pads of the fingers began their weightless movement, delicately touching each scar. For a moment, the Man closed his eyes, surrendering to her caress. "I want to know why you don't mind?" How long can you accept ugliness and hide your fear?"They're just scars," whispered the Fox, crossing her ankles, "your skin can tell as much about your soul as the tendons and bones underneath it." Nothing! Although I really felt disgusted!The Great and Terrible froze in anticipation of the blow that was about to follow. But Alice went on casually drawing his face with her pale fingers.“From the memories of that girl. Especially in the hospital. And it is much more difficult
Alice went to Lakeside after dinner. The whole morning was spent counting materials and props that needed to be replaced, making lists and estimating how many places it would take to visit to place an order for the Circus. By lunchtime, he and Jozzie had barely finished. The Director's assistant even imbued, if not respect, then his shadow, to the hard organizational work of the girl. The lunch break passed in honest assurances to join the evening procession of the Circus, immediately upon returning from a remote area. Through hot kisses that carried consciousness into the world of hot dreams, the Fox swore an oath not to talk to anyone, to behave prudently and run like a mountain antelope towards the tents, if she suddenly felt at least a suspicion of a threat to her own life.The hike through the park area to the area of the runaway lake was in high spirits. Whispering the Man "my little beast" instead of saying goodbye, promised