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Guilty Pleasures :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 167 из 205Claws scrapped the inside of my skull, grinding bone into dust.
When I could see again, I was huddled by the wall, and she was standing over me, not touching, not needing to. I was shaking, shaking so badly my teeth chattered. I was cold, so cold.
“Eventually, animator, you will call me master, and you will mean it.” She was suddenly kneeling over me. She pressed her slender body over mine, hands pinning my shoulders to the floor. I couldn't move.
The beautiful little girl leaned her face against my cheek and whispered, “I am going to sink fangs into your neck, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.”
Her delicate shell of an ear was brushing my lips. I sank teeth into it until I tasted blood. She shrieked and jerked away, blood running down the side of her neck.
Bright razor claws tore through my brain. Her pain, her rage, turning my brain into silly putty. I think I was screaming again, but I couldn't hear it. After a while I couldn't hear anything. Darkness came. It swallowed up Nikolaos and left me alone, floating in the dark.
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I woke up, which was a pleasant surprise all on its own. I was blinking up into an electric light set in a ceiling. I was alive, and I wasn't in the dungeon. Good things to know.
Why should it surprise me that I was alive? My fingers caressed the rough, knobby fabric of the couch I was lying on. There was a picture hanging over the couch. A river scene with flatboats, mules, people. Someone came to stand over me, long yellow hair, square-jawed, handsome face. Not as inhumanly beautiful as he had been to me before, but still handsome. I guess you had to be handsome to be a stripper.
My voice came out in a harsh croak. “Robert.”
He knelt beside me. “I was afraid you wouldn't wake up before dawn. Are you hurt?”
“Where … “ I cleared my throat and that helped a little. “Where am I?”
“Jean-Claude's office at Guilty Pleasures.”
“How did I get here?”
“Nikolaos brought you. She said, 'Here's your master's whore. “ I watched his throat work as he swallowed. It reminded me of something, but I couldn't think what.
“You know what Jean-Claude has done?” I asked.
Robert nodded. “My master has marked you twice. When I speak to you, I am speaking to him.”
Did he mean that figuratively or literally? I really didn't want to know.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
There was something in the way he asked it that meant I shouldn't feel all right. My throat hurt.
When I could see again, I was huddled by the wall, and she was standing over me, not touching, not needing to. I was shaking, shaking so badly my teeth chattered. I was cold, so cold.
“Eventually, animator, you will call me master, and you will mean it.” She was suddenly kneeling over me. She pressed her slender body over mine, hands pinning my shoulders to the floor. I couldn't move.
The beautiful little girl leaned her face against my cheek and whispered, “I am going to sink fangs into your neck, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.”
Her delicate shell of an ear was brushing my lips. I sank teeth into it until I tasted blood. She shrieked and jerked away, blood running down the side of her neck.
Bright razor claws tore through my brain. Her pain, her rage, turning my brain into silly putty. I think I was screaming again, but I couldn't hear it. After a while I couldn't hear anything. Darkness came. It swallowed up Nikolaos and left me alone, floating in the dark.
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I woke up, which was a pleasant surprise all on its own. I was blinking up into an electric light set in a ceiling. I was alive, and I wasn't in the dungeon. Good things to know.
Why should it surprise me that I was alive? My fingers caressed the rough, knobby fabric of the couch I was lying on. There was a picture hanging over the couch. A river scene with flatboats, mules, people. Someone came to stand over me, long yellow hair, square-jawed, handsome face. Not as inhumanly beautiful as he had been to me before, but still handsome. I guess you had to be handsome to be a stripper.
My voice came out in a harsh croak. “Robert.”
He knelt beside me. “I was afraid you wouldn't wake up before dawn. Are you hurt?”
“Where … “ I cleared my throat and that helped a little. “Where am I?”
“Jean-Claude's office at Guilty Pleasures.”
“How did I get here?”
“Nikolaos brought you. She said, 'Here's your master's whore. “ I watched his throat work as he swallowed. It reminded me of something, but I couldn't think what.
“You know what Jean-Claude has done?” I asked.
Robert nodded. “My master has marked you twice. When I speak to you, I am speaking to him.”
Did he mean that figuratively or literally? I really didn't want to know.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
There was something in the way he asked it that meant I shouldn't feel all right. My throat hurt.