The Mist and the Lightning. Part IV. Ви Корс
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Название: The Mist and the Lightning. Part IV
Автор: Ви Корс
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Жанр: Героическая фантастика
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“Doesn’t sound like much fun”, – Tol saddened, – “Nik?”
“My older step sister taught me everything,” – Nikto replied, – “Witch’s daughter”.
“Better her than the witch herself,” – Enriki sighted with relief, – “Thanks for that, at least!”
“What about you?”
“Fuuuck! My story is crap, Tol!”
“That’s exactly what we want,” – Lis said.
“Not at all!” – Tol sounded offended. – “I wanted a beautiful story! With details! You were the one who said it was interesting, Rik! So, were the hell is it?”
“I was twelve years old, twelve or thirteen…”
“Well?”
“It was winter. So cold”.
“And?”
“She froze in her little bed, kept coming to me. I was warming up her tiny little feet, breathing on her frozen little fingers…”
“She – who?” – Lis asked grimly.
Enriki lingered.
“Mily…”
“That’s it, enough!” – Orel ordered.
“Arel, it’s ok, if you are doing it because of me – it’s not my first day here…”
“Still, that’s enough!”
“Let Vil tell his story,” – Tol laughed, Enriki’s tale didn’t seem to impress him too much, – “And in detail! When? Where? And who with?”
“I also don’t feel so good about it,” – Vil got nervous, his face twitched. – “I’m not even sure if I can talk about it…”
“And what could it possibly be with you! Don’t scare us like that!” – Lis went sour puss, – “Come on, tell us, you newborn pervert!”
“I’m not a pervert! It’s just…I wasn’t alone there…” – Vil was completely lost, as usual, and gave Orel a haunted look. It really was some resemblance between the two, only Vil wasn’t even his image, more of a caricature of his handsome brother.
Orel nodded at him: “Tell them whatever you want, any way you want”, – he said indifferently, – “I don’t give a damn”.
“It… it was a long time ago” – Vil started very gingerly.
“No way! Really?!” – Lis laughed, and the others followed, and Vil shrank even more.
“Come on, Lis, stop embarrassing him”, – Enriki stuck up for him, – “Let him talk, even I got curious by now”.
Orel smiled, he definitely knew what Vil wants to tell them about, and only waited to see how he goes about it.
“My liege, Orel’s father” – Vil swallowed, finally got his strength together and continued more confidently, – “Summoned me…
I went up into the room…
To tell you the truth, I was really terrified of him, his very voice, which was more of a roar, always made me panic…
So anyway…
I came up running, shivering, and he was standing at the threshold, so huge, he pushed me inside.
And there I saw…
I saw a slave girl, small, no more than fifteen, so thin, just skin and bones, no breasts, nothing…
She had no clothes on, at all, and her hands stuck up and were twisted in a funny way, cuffed to the bed. The face she had…
And then I saw Arel…
He was shrinking in the corner and didn’t even lift his head when I came, and his hair covered his face. He also was completely naked…
It was the first time I saw him like this…
I saw that his arms and legs were all covered in lashing marks. There were old ones, which has almost healed, and really fresh ones. I knew father was disciplining him like that, but seeing it with my own eyes…
The way I felt at that moment…
It’s hard to explain with words…
It was so horrible…
And father said, ‘Well, come on, Vil, show you’re a man, it’s time! If my son doesn’t want to become one! Show him!’
I could hardly understand what he was saying, what he wanted from me, and he shouted, ‘Get undressed! God damn you, and go to her!’
And I don’t remember how I did all that, I was begging the Gods for only one thing, that he’d be pleased with me, or at least satisfied, and wouldn’t beat me, lock me in a dark room, whatever, I just wanted him to let me go as soon as possible. That slave girl was all shaking in fear as much as I did, I got on top of her somehow, I’ve seen couple of times in the garden during the summer how the servants did it. I was hoping that I understood correctly what he wanted from me…
He said: ‘That’s right, atta-boy!’, and I started poking into her, everything was so terrible…
He was standing and staring…
I just remember thinking with horror, what should I do next, and when will it all end…
First my penis rose, out fear more than desire, I think. And then it fell, I didn’t even feel that I came, didn’t feel that anything oozed from me and into her, that everything was finished.
He said: ‘That’s enough! Get out!’ I bolted, but he held me up, grabbed my shoulder and started staring at me…
It was unbearable, the contempt and disgust he was staring at me with, like at some bed bug. And then he said, ‘My son is good for nothing! Why do I deserve this punishment! And this one’s blood is too dirty, he’s so dirty, punishment from the Gods!” Started muttering, as usual, about the curse of Gods, and then turned to Arel and yelled at him so terribly… I would die on the spot, but Arel didn’t even move a muscle.
He yelled at Arel: ‘you are going to sit in this room till you become a man!’ And locked them up in there.
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