The Mist and the Lightning. Part 11. Ви Корс

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СКАЧАТЬ touched him, twisted, turned, looking at him as a thing, as an object that the customer had brought and which needed to be decorated better. Nikto said something to him in unclean language quickly, Lis was nervous and didn’t understand. He saw that they were driving their fingers along Arel’s back, from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, along the buttocks. They planned where and how to tattoo the prince, but he stood motionless, his eyes downcast, and only sometimes flinched a little when Marg or Nikto poked him too much with their clawed hands. When they finished discussing the back, they moved on to his chest, belly, and cock. Finally finished, Nikto turned to Lis:

      “Lis, come here,” he called in black.

      Lis approached them resignedly. Nikto handed him a sheet of paper with a very beautifully drawn fox, it was as if it were alive – bright eyes and fluffy fur, cunning and predatory expression of the muzzle.

      “Do you like it?”

      “Yes,” said Lis, the drawing was really excellent, it seemed that the fox was about to jump from a flat sheet to the floor.

      “Marg will make you this fox on your chest, it's a pity that not on the shoulder because of your scarring. Take off your clothes, let him look.”

      Lis obediently, like Arel, completely undressed. His collarbones, too, were ornately decorated with patterns of red, but there was plenty of room below on his chest. The master shook his head. And Lis realized that he said to Nikto: “It's a pity, there is not enough space, but I will do, I will draw the fox in, and these patterns will be like a frame on top.” Marg with curiosity began to examine the body scarred according to the tradition of the red warriors, apparently, he was impressed and liked it. He smiled at Lis, nodding his head:

      “Very good. Very beautiful.”

      Lis was silent. The prospect of being tattooed with a fox on his chest didn't scare him. It was really very beautiful, and if the master transferred this image to his body, it would even be great. He smiled at Nikto:

      “Thanks.”

      “Do you really like it?” Nikto was delighted.

      “Well, yes,” Lis replied, quite sincerely.

      And Nikto shook his bright head with content.

      “What will you do to Arel?”

      “Wings on the back!”

      “Ah, well, yes, because he is an eagle.”

      “Yes,” Nikto agreed. “It will be very beautiful too, they will be like living!”

      When Lis came to the tattoo artist the next time, he saw an unclean in one of the cages, he was sitting tied and waiting for the master to finish with Lis and return to work with him. Lis then always saw one or two unclean slaves in the cages. The owners seemed to hand them over to the master for a while, the master tattooed them and after a while returned the already decorated slave to the owners.

      Nikto never left them with Marg, he always took them away. In general, Lis himself negotiated with him, he came and went. It took three times to make the fox, but Lis often came with Nikto just for the company, sat on a soft sofa, sipping alcohol, smoking and watching Arel tattooed. Or Nikto. The master corrected all the damaged tattoos for him, made, as Nikto said, “restoration”. And some, very old and damaged by ulcers, he first lightened with the help of a special tool and then covered with a new, more beautiful and clear pattern. And once, having also come with Nikto and Arel, Lis saw in the cage not an unclean one as usual, but a man. Absolutely human, not even a half-breed. A young guy. He looked deeply unhappy, hunted, but when he also saw people, he, without realizing it, rushed to the bars of the lattice. In the cage he could only move on all fours, it was too low to stand up to full height.

      “Help,” he whispered, looking at Lis with mad eyes full of fear and despair: “Help.”

      Lis looked at Nikto:

      “Where are the other people here from?”

      Nikto asked Marg.

      “He says he was caught deep in a cave in the Western Mountains a few days ago.”

      “But what should he do in the mountains, so far away?!”

      Nikto shrugged his shoulders:

      “I don’t know. An escaped slave or a criminal.” He sat down in a chair and put his hand on a special armrest. Marg began to mend the barely healed demonic beast eye on his hand.

      But Lis couldn’t calm down, his gaze returned to the cage, and the guy, clinging to the bars, also looked at him.

      “Nik… he is very young, he is a human.”

      “Lis, the unclean have a lot of people as slaves, get used to it.”

      “But he doesn't look like a criminal or a slave.”

      “Fuck, talk to him yourself, if you're so interested!”

      Lis went to the cage, squatted down:

      “Who the hell are you?!”

      “My name is Marcus.”

      “And what were you doing so far in the mountains, Marcus?”

      “I'm a traveler. I explore different places, in the North and in the South. I am a researcher.”

      “What? What the fuck are you talking about? Researcher?!”

      “Yes! I am a scientist, I study the nature and features of our world! I discovered in the north such fat birds that cannot fly, but can live in the cold! These are rare unknown species of flora and fauna. And also plants and minerals, in this cave I discovered a unique colony of stone flowers… my notes, my notebooks with notes…” When he spoke it quickly, choking with words to be in time, his eyes lit up.

      “Are you out of your mind? What flowers?!”

      “Unique stone flowers that exist only in our world! They glow! Nowhere else are there such ones!”

      “Have you been fucked by the unclean?” Lis asked.

      And Marcus wilted, froze. Then he pulled back from the bars, head down.

      “Do you understand WHAT they will do to you?”

      “Help me!” Marcus looked at Lis again with eyes full of despair and hope.

      “How can I help you?! I am also a slave, just like you!”

      “You are a slave? But you don't look like a slave! Who are you? Warrior?”

      “Yes. How did you guess?”

      “It's easy to understand, your posture, such a face.”

      “Yes, I am a military commander.”

      “How did you get into slavery? How could they capture you?!”

      Lis smiled sadly:

      “I gave up myself.”

      “What do you mean yourself?”

      “I sold myself in exchange for power.”

      Marcus СКАЧАТЬ