The girl nodded grimly, continuing to walk around him. By an effort of will, she managed to force herself to think and act rationally. Even in the tent, while she was dressing, a plan of action had matured, and it was impossible to deviate from it. The “brother” who came at the right time would be an ideal assistant. But he must leave the territory of the Circus and return to the cinema. And do not intersect more with the Man.- Tell the boss that I will now work in the Circus! she said firmly. - if I return to the cinema, now only as a spectator.Andy raised his hands in despair, hoping to convince his sister not to make a mistake, but Alice did not think to stop the prepared speech:“Brother, do you remember when you said I was out of place? That I do everything for others, but I don’t live at all for myself. You were right! At Lakeside, I had everything I wanted, but it wasn't enough. Now that I've found my place here, I understand that. Sounds crazy, but just trust me!- You could
While waiting for the Man, Alice began hunting for edible worms, catching two or three at once. Twisting them into a spiral, she sent surprise treats into her mouth with a pleased look. A mixture of three random tastes each time turned out unique, but very pleasant. Wolf hunger and love for experiments pushed to continue the meal. No longer needing to hide her bruises, she got rid of the top of her dress, leaving her skirt and bodice chastely concealing everything she needed.The director was in no hurry to return, which strained the Foxes. Before Andy appeared, his plans for the day and for the girl herself were very unambiguous. It seemed that after the departure of the "brother" home, they should return to where they were interrupted, but she had breakfast alone.A chill slipped down her spine that the Man had already learned about her notes, and it was time for her to prepare for a serious conversation. And come up with a good excuse for your arbitrariness.“The main thing is that
- Can I at least now find out why you punished me?The pads of the fingers continued to "draw" a smooth, flawless face, as if invoking the true appearance, hidden by the illusion of the ideal. The Man's lip, bitten in a fit of passion, managed to heal completely.What kind of letters did you give to your friend? - he asked in the tone of the owner , holding her chin with his fingers so that he could look into her eyes without turning away.“ In this state, my dear, you won’t be able to lie to me with a word or thoughts! »“So it’s because of the letters?” Lis breathed out tiredly, barely bringing the chaos in her head into a semblance of order. Is this some form of interrogation? Devil, why didn't you just ask, you know, like a human being ? Without these tortures?- It's not a secret? The man looked at her in surprise.- Of course not! What secrets can I have from you?! - It was impossible to doubt the sincerity of Alice's indignation. The plan came about while I was getting dressed.
“When you speak, it is impossible to doubt your words. Everything is so clear and correct! Lisa smiled as she breathed in his scent. “But as soon as you let me go, those demons of doubt come back and drive me crazy!”“Perhaps you were too hasty in choosing tonight. The guard may be afraid to follow you so soon, - the Man thought, cradling her in his arms, - by the way, why this evening?“In a fake letter, I wrote that I planned to escape from the Circus during the performance,” the Fox simply answered, but, feeling how the Man’s mood had changed, she hastily added: “The letter is fake!” I'm not going anywhere! But it has to look like there's one last chance to intercept me. If he doesn't make it today, I'll disappear. I'll hide somewhere. And for him, this moment is relatively convenient, because running away from you, stumbling upon a guard, I will run anywhere, but not back to the tents.“ It is impossible not to admit that the idea of escaping during the performance is the only o
Walking almost inaudibly along the pebbly beach, Lis noticed a backpack lying near one of the large stones. Regardless of what the brother put there, it is not the backpack itself that matters. What is important is the one who is now sitting in ambush and waiting for the witch frightened by the attack to convulsively grab her belongings. When, looking around in confusion, she moves along the only path that leads from the shore and goes around the Circus, he will jump out and attack. Or will it pop up sooner?The city gradually spread out in mist, observing the behavior of its citizens and those who live on special conditions. Now Fox could feel his movement while outside the Circus. The mist felt like some extra network of nerve endings with which she could feel everything the mist touched. It was like he was part of her skin. Having got out from under the wing of the Man, who reliably protected her from the outside world, she became stronger. Stepping out of his shadow, she felt bigg
“It’s funny,” the artist chuckled with irony, in whose current appearance the Man retained the recognizable features of the former beauty of a bloodthirsty dancer, “that the smallest and most fragile cancer that came from the witch’s brood turned out to be a scorpion!”The desire to feed Jozzie to the ghouls, if there really was one, was completely gone. After all, it was a real recognition of the status of the Mistress of the Circus. Recognition earned by his own perseverance and inflexibility.“The smallest scorpions tend to be the deadliest. Especially if instead of a menacing black color, they wear a nice orange-pink skin, - looking in the direction of the ghouls with displeasure, the Fox muttered.“The man planned to get a weirdo. I'll have to explain!"- Tell me you're addicted! the actress smiled carelessly, her eyes again beginning to glaze over in madness. - The owner loves you, he will forgive such a trifle!"Then I think it's time for us to head back!" - Fox smiled back, fe
On the territory of the Circus during the day there was a revival. A large area required more hard work of weirdos to keep it in proper condition. At the same time, physical work helped to restrain their sadistic inclinations towards their neighbor. Mary and Dary, filled with a constant desire to offend Ajax, were almost crushed several times into a single lump by the hands of the strong man Sisyphus, who was protecting his "younger brother", and Mr. in the Circus, only the strongest freaks survive.While the front of the work drew out all the ardor of the circus performers to perform simple, albeit dreary work, there was always perfect silence around the Master's tent. No one was allowed to interrupt the process of creating another mask, under any circumstances. There is only one punishment for violation - permission for everyone else to bully the unlucky "brother" without any restrictions. What was actually a brutal death.Sitting at his desk, the Man enthusiastically polished a new
“Could it be the Black Hellebore? she guessed. — Sooner or later persistent experiments can give the desired result. I don't doubt it!"“But you can be sure of this only outside the Circus!” she said thoughtfully, quietly, almost in a whisper, not even noticing that she was saying her thoughts aloud.Are you planning to run away?In her thoughts, the Fox did not notice that the Man had returned and, with a smile that did not bode well, was standing right above her. However, her weakened appearance with a wet towel on her forehead partially subdued his anger. Looking at the Fox with concern, he sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand on his burning forehead. A small effort of will gradually drove away the pain that he himself had inflicted on her, not calculating the strength, locking the mental body of the little witch in the tent along with the physical body. As the pain subsided, the Fox relaxed more and more, looking mischievously at the Man.- How did everything go? she casual