She didn't have time to finish. Lips, streaked with scars, subjugated her thoughts.Full acceptance. It seduces even more than His kisses. But with them Man becomes finally and irrevocably convincing. What can I provide against his lips, which kindle desires in me that I did not know existed before? From the first second they seize power over my body, which he knows better than I do. But every touch feels like a discovery for the first time, making me melt with desire. With an ember of jealousy, I remember the legion of his mistresses, writhing in the same way from his kisses and touches. Accepting his rules of the game and obeying, as I obey.With secret delight, I run the pads of my fingers along his perfect skin in its imperfection. Like a blind kitten learning the secrets of Braille. This is allowed only to me and no one else!I scream from painful bites. But teeth are replaced by lips again and, as if asking for forgiveness, they give tenderness where there was just pain. But I l
“Quit for a favor, mister,” the Fox immediately attracted his attention, “may I know what exactly you are looking for?”From the breast pocket of a military man, a card was immediately pulled out in density resembling a business card. However, on the white rectangle was only a black seven-pointed star.“Miss, have you seen anyone in this city who has this or a similar mark on his palm?”- As far as I know, no! She shook her head, not lying for a second. “Perhaps you should look in the Lakeside area. There are many workshops there. All masters work in gloves. Hands are closed. Is that a tattoo of some dangerous criminal?- Not a tattoo. Birthmark, - the military man corrected her, calling his comrade in arms.And is he that dangerous? This criminal? Lis didn't hesitate.It was too strange to see so many troublemakers running around the city like cockroaches.“Excuse me Miss, you better go back to your house!” ordered a middle-aged man approaching, clearly higher in status than the one
- What kind of blood? the Fox asked, mentally returning to the tents.“The person must have already begun to twitch from my absence. I wonder how this strange veil looks from the side of the Circus?“The offering to the city is simple. Infusion of any herbs with Hellebore, without which it is impossible to call on the city, and the blood of the summoning witch. Claudia explained. You will only have one try. Better sleep. I will wake you up in time.- I'll be upstairs! - Lis announced and went to her old apartment.- Wait, still explain to me: with all his ugliness, how could he lure you away? The witch couldn't resist.— Human attitude! came the immediate reply, which confused the Tea Witch.I didn't want to spend too much time with the Witch. Yes, and sleeping under her roof was scary. The only comfort was that Claudia needed Lis alive. Lounging on the bed, she looked wistfully at the balcony, remembering how in the evenings she stood and waited for the Masked Man and the townspeople
In the tents, the weirdos sat in horror in the corners quieter than the water below the grass, hardly realizing what they were more afraid of. The incomprehensible behavior of the City, almost immediately after the Lady left the Circus, caused a general panic. But it was worse from the vibrating wave of tension emanating from the Man.What he feared came true, and there was nothing he could do to get his… who ? Your puppet? Your student? Your Lady of the Circus? Your sweetheart? Your continuation? Who was she to him? One of these faces or all of them at the same time? He was not looking for an answer to this question, only rushing about like a wounded lion in a cage. He can't get out into the city. And no one will enter from the City. Perhaps soon between awakenings in Saintfour, his refuge would be to sleep in the earth with the nauseating smell of Hellebore. And he will never see his beast again.When the fog rose above the level of the trees, the whole Circus saw it. Something grea
“It's all acceptance! How could they load us with admissions for several months in advance, and order us to deal with all this in an evening! he thought displeasedly, quickening his pace. Jenny needs to check. She was sitting with papers when there was a power outage! What's wrong with this foggy city?!"— Andy! his boss called out with the same sleepy look. - Did you close the reception?— No way, sir! The guy answered honestly. - It's impossible to do in the evening! You can keep us all night, but with these network outages, things will not move any further!The chief cursed profusely. With a smile, the assistant projectionist regretted that there was no notebook and pen at hand. Some phrases of the authorities were worthy to be immortalized in stone.- Alright enough! he waved his hand in annoyance. - I command everyone to stop! Take your sister in your armful, and tomorrow at nine we will return to our rams. This week we are spinning everything old, but on Friday we start posting
“Today, we burned the entire population of a small town to destroy something truly beautiful? Did we have any right to do so? If the Almighty created this creation and allowed it to exist for so long, how can we consider it ungodly?Cigarettes became a bad habit that I did not want to get rid of. On the contrary, each time a gloomy satisfaction and a secret desire rose up inside, so that one day, accumulated in the lungs, the soot would rise to the very throat in a black wave and end its existence the way it deserves - in that very stench of burning human flesh. After the destruction of the City, he felt the growing filth inside him, and tried not to take breaks between departures somewhere on missions. Even the wildest rumors about the supernatural, he was eager to check in the forefront. Most often, in fact, monsters turned out to be either wild animals or people. Not a single worthy challenge that could end his life in a worthy confrontation.In matters of good and evil, Eric has a
However, her eyes grew a little more worried as she looked around at the strangely behaving townspeople. Hope visibly tensed as she watched them go in different directions like blind kittens. But the reaction was quite natural. It is the calm contemplation of sleepwalking people that would be an alarming bell. If not a witch, then her assistant.“You'd better get back there. Last question, how long has the Tea Witch Shop been closed? The way she looked incredulously at the Reverend Hope was the most eloquent answer.Even more eloquent would be the text “How closed ?! It's impossible!"."The Tea Witch's shop? So, openly and brazenly call your monastery, being one of the servants of the unclean? Although, such offensive impudence is quite in the spirit of witches. Hide in front of everyone, and leave a big inscription, they say, witches live here. The chances that all this will pass by the eyes of the hunter are great! he noted involuntarily.Eric followed the departing girl with a look
“Sit down, Eric,” she pointed to a chair at a small elegant table, “this City is special. Even among your own brethren. The rest, like fishermen with a net, caught everyone who passed by. But this one… he invites into his arms those who want to forget themselves and disappear from the outside world. The unfortunate people who are persecuted and hounded, tortured and killed, always easily found him. Unfortunately for them, we were the ones who settled in the City first, being deprived of our essence at home.Speech flowed like a river while the witch conjured over aromatic drinks, deftly wielding an old Turk. A captivating aroma quickly swam around the room, causing the guy to show an involuntary interest in the proposed pastime. A small, hand-painted tray with two steaming cups was carefully placed on the table.- What makes you think that I'm interested in listening to this? Eric asked incredulously, eyeing the offered drink suspiciously.The witch chuckled, scooped a teaspoon of cof