Oriental roots of his grandfather, strongly flavored with Russian genes, intricately intertwined, creating this miracle. Thin nose, plump, well-defined lips, big black eyes, like a sweet cherry, eyes. And all this in the halo of long brown hair. Her figure - thin and graceful, but with very feminine forms, causes tightness in my pants. I am not getting too close, you can not pay attention to yourself. For me, this is an ordinary job, after which I will get a lot of money. Another vile affair. But for the first time I go to work as if for a holiday, because to look at it is a real pleasure. I am excited by the thought that in a few days this girl will be near and in full my power. But no, I can’t even touch her with my finger. Why complicate things? In a couple of days, a maximum - a week, I myself, will buy myself a black Mercedes convertible and go to the south, where there will be hundreds of beauties. She is just my next business, a heinous business for which I am a specialist. Lyuba leaves the institute, and I see no one around, only her flowing movements, her friendly smile. In the pants erection. How good she is.
...
Today in my collection will be a new doll. Dad laughs: “You’re almost 20 years old, and you’re still not playing up dolls.” Laughs, but allows me to spend money on my passion. My girls occupy in our mansion a large, well-guarded, room - there are very valuable specimens. However, I do not chase after the cost, the main thing is for me to have a soul in the doll. Probably so stupid to talk about a toy. However, some masters, ancient and modern, wonderfully manage to breathe life into their porcelain bodies. I almost know for sure: Arlene is a poor girl suffering from poverty, Carolina is a high-society beauty waiting for a daring viscount who will whirl her in a hard dance and dispel boredom for a few hours Kati is not destined to be together, a stupid coquette, rejoicing, as a child, to every compliment he heard. Yes, they are alive for me. These miniature women. I can wander for hours in
puppet room, peering into the tiny soulful faces, and invent for them and with them the story of their life.
Gleb Semenovich - an antiquary, thanks to whom many specimens appeared in my collection, lives in an ordinary house. Although his apartment is certainly not ordinary. What is there just not, antique and not very, and all things breathe with time, antiquity. Today I came to him for a new doll. The guard stayed in the car, why should he miss us. Gleb Semenovich such a talker. I quickly run up the stairs. On the landing, between the second and third floors, something big and black suddenly separated from the wall, a sharp smell struck my nose. The world swayed, began to blur and disappear from under its feet. Darkness.
Somewhere far off the TV, a strict announcer reads the news. In the head heaviness. The eyelids seem to be filled with lead, with difficulty, but it is possible to open them. Visible is the headboard, iron bars, painted with white, already peeling paint. I saw such a long time ago, in childhood, when for some reason we with friend Leroy wandered into the barn of her grandmother. A little further - a mirror, old, triple. This, only much more elegant, is in the apartment of Gleb Semenovich. On the window is a black curtain-curtain, which has nothing to do with ordinary curtains. From her in the room twilight. What a strange dream. Sleep?! I open my eyes stronger. There is pain in the body. I try to move my hands. I am connected. On the lips is something sticky, similar to scotch. Damn - this is not a dream! Fearfully. The legs are also connected. I was changing body positions, something was falling, there was a roar in the room. The TV goes silent. One hears footsteps. A wooden door painted with blue paint opens.
“So the doll has woken up,” her voice is a little hoarse, deep.
I jerked and screamed. Monster! Because of the scotch, the scream did not work out. Lowing. No, this is not a monster, I was mistaken - a man. Judging by the broad shoulders - a man. It's just that he has a black mask on his head with slots for eyes and mouth. She scared me. Although where did I get that people need to be afraid of fewer monsters? He seems huge. Maybe because I look up to him or because my head is spinning a little and the objects blur before my eyes. It can not be true! I can not be known where, with an unfamiliar man like a monster! I watch it closely. Suited, raises my head for chin. He has beautiful eyes. Feline. Not green, not yellow and not brown. All colors in them are mixed. His fingers lightly stroke my chin.
“For you, I'm Alex.” If you behave yourself, everything will be fine with you and you will be a doll, you will soon go home to your daddy. Now I will remove the scotch from your mouth. Do you understand me?
Good is how? Of course I can not ask a question. Just nod my head.
- It will hurt a little.
Little? How painful it is! I scream, but I squeeze my lips tightly, my father taught me not to show my pain in front of the enemies. Hands to this gently stroking the chin, move on, burrow into the hair. These touches and slightly rough fingers cause strange sensations in my body. Heat. From them, the skin burns and burns. He lets my hair through my fingers, squeezes, and then pulls heavily, forcing me to throw my head back. Suddenly and painfully. I scream again. Whisper:
“Just don't get me, sit as quiet as a mouse.” And nothing will happen to you.
From the fear and intimacy of this dark man - breathing is lost. He looks at my half-open lips, leads them around the outline with a fingertip that smells of tobacco a little. This dark man wants me! Despite my inexperience, I just physically feel the waves of excitation coming from him. What are beautiful eyes. As if you look in a kaleidoscope, where something is constantly changing - flashes, glare. God, what am I thinking, a romantic idiot! This man kidnapped me, and I admire his eyes. Probably, that narcotic filth, has not yet disappeared from my body, and so acts on the mind.
- Why am I here? - I do not recognize my voice - hoarse, hoarse, like an alcoholic.
He grinned.
- Your daddy has too much money.
- People are crazy about money. This is just a piece of paper.
“Doll, what can you know about this, you never felt the need.” Born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
- Yes?! And what of that, do you think you will be happier with big money ?!
He frowns, flashes in his eyes again. It seems my words do not give him pleasure. It can be seen that I am completely devoid of the instinct of self-preservation. Why anger him?
Moves closer and whispers right into my half-open lips:
- Let's just say - I will be pleased, and happiness is a very general concept.
His lips are so close a millimeter from mine. The heart begins to knock frantically, the noise in the ears ... Breathing? I wonder if I breathe or forgot how it is done? More harder to pull the hair. Now his lips are at the level of my neck. Where the vein beats treacherously.
- Behave yourself.
- X-good is how?
- Quiet.
I swallow. How is he close. This man in a dark mask, just suppresses his power and his desire. Now he kisses me, flashes through my head and my whole body stiffens in anticipation. No, the lips never touched the skin. Pulls away and leaves. And I feel something suspiciously like disappointment.
- Untie me.
Turns around and shakes his head.
- Not.
To ask is not in my character, silently I look into the receding back. Somewhere again earned TV. The darkness is gradually gathering in the room, apparently evening has come. Mum and dad probably can't find a place for themselves. I want to cry, but I stubbornly crush on burning tears. No, you can not cry, because very close he is my tormentor. Be patient, everything will be fine! Nothing bad will happen to me, dad will not allow it ... Absolutely lost in time. How long have I been here, an hour, two or much more. I want to eat, and even more - in the toilet. But I clench my teeth and endure, trying to be as good as I was told. Although, maybe I just have too much stubbornness. Stubbornness - a distinctive feature of the Isaevs. Forces to endure no more. Now I go under him. What a horror! Steps. A big dark silhouette again in front of me. What are his broad shoulders. How much strength in him? He can break my neck with one hand movement, if he wants. In the eyes of light beats. Alex turned on the lamp and pointed it at me. Light after dark burns your eyes.
- The doll must have gotten hungry? I can not offer any frills.
Yes, I want to eat, but now there is another need in the body, and it makes you forget about everything in the world, about pride and stubbornness as well.
- P-please, I want to go to the toilet.
“Okay, I'll untie your legs.”
And how will I do it without hands? What is he up to? Untying ankles, stroking my bare feet. Shoes and bag disappeared in an unknown direction. Hands touching me seem to leave burns on my body. Then his fingers, take up the zipper on my jeans.
- P-please, can I myself?
He does not answer, just silently pulls off my pants. Hands press right there, between the legs. I have a bit. Like a fiery snake beginning to move in my stomach.
- I beg you.
His eyes are full of fire. This man wants me, I feel again. There is a struggle in it. Good won, in any case, my hands were untied.
- Behind that door is everything you need.
Running in that direction and absolutely not care that the bottom of the ass cover only one lace panties. The promised minimum is just not the first clean toilet and a roll of toilet paper. Another bath with shower. It turns out that from a hike in a small way, one can experience an indescribable, downright heavenly pleasure. When she returned to the room, he was no longer there, and on the nightstand of the mirror was a plate of food.
...
- Doll, you need to call daddy. He is worried about his princess. You can only say two sentences: “Hello, Dad. I'm all good. “Gives me the phone in my hands. Call calls
“Yes,” his father replies almost immediately. There is so much hope, fear and despair in this short word.
“Pa-ppa-apa,” my voice trembles.
I promised myself not to cry, but I was crying. For him - a strong man who is now at a loss and who loves me more than his life, but can not do anything.
- Daughter, Lyubasha, they did not do you any harm ?!
I do not say a word, struggling with the rising sobs.
- Daughter ?! - Dad repeats into the phone, but somewhere in the distance you can hear the excited voice of mom.
Alex shakes his head in a prejudice. And all this makes me angry, angry that he put us in such a situation that made my parents worry so much. Anger, despair, fear. Yes, he went!
- Dad, he's alone !! Dad, he keeps me in some! ..
I could not agree, I did not have time, the phone flew off to the side, and a slap fell on my cheek, so that my head swung back. Nobody ever beat me. Of course, I'm a princess. But the princesses have feelings. Rage, despair, fear. I was attacked by a wild cat. True, it came out only once, then my hands were squeezed. What is his strength? But is it easy to stop a woman covered with anger? I butt my head, kick my feet. What is my kicks to him? He's like a rock, is holding my hands and allowing rage. Squeezed me, pressed to his body. I froze. Such waves of passion emanate from him, that I skin, every time, I feel his desire. Keeps so close to him close to close. A member rests on my belly. In this position a few minutes pass. What is going on with my body ?! It trembles, vibrates. Is it fear? Or what? Such a reaction of the body is concerned. I start kicking again. And he unexpectedly kisses my neck, and presses him even closer. I push away, I try to push away, but it seems the other way around I press closer. Just flattens me about my chest. I can not breathe.
- Let me go ...
- I can not, I do not want.
Hands come in motion, pull off my jeans. I push off, but the attack only intensifies.
- Don't rock the gun.
I threw myself on the bed and with all my weight on me. There is no air left in the lungs. T-shirt up, there is a crackle of fabric, a bra to shreds, and such hot lips kiss my chest. Burns Wherever it touches, the skin burns with fire.
- Let go!
- And I will not think.
Moves quickly, the second and the jeans flew off to the side, the second and again his body squeezed into me, the second and my legs were spread apart, the second and his fingers between them.
- You're wet! - he is surprised, I am stunned. No that's not true! I can't wish for a criminal, I can't want a monster. I start to fight again, I scratch it a couple of times. If a person actively resists it is difficult to cope with a person, but there is such strength in him. Clamps my hands upstairs, they are completely immobilized, my legs too cannot be brought together. The sound of a zipper being unzipped is heard. Between my lips below, something hot is wedged in, burning, hard and big. Scream. It hurts, how painful! He looks carefully into my tear-filled eyes. Tight moves inside me.
- Doll, can not be?
Why can not? As much as you can! The princess was waiting for her prince, but instead of him came a monster in a black mask.
“Now I can’t stop,” he growls and keeps moving.
It hurts again hurts! Clutched teeth, tolerate, bit her lips to the blood. It's time for me to grow up and wake up. Not all dreams come true. Kisses, licking blood from my lips and whispering:
- Beautiful ... you are my beautiful ...
Gradually, the pain goes away. Instead, some new sensations. Sharp, forcing my body to bend and eagerly gasp for air. I open my eyes in surprise, peering into his green-yellow-feline. It can not be! Monster can not give such feelings. Now the gravity and pressure of his body are pleasant. I clung to his hands, holding mine from above, twisted my fingers, no longer out of a desire to free myself and not because I was in pain - the tension in the lower abdomen requires release, it requires some kind of exit.
“A doll, and you like it.”
And stronger, deeper into me. I bit my lip again. Of course he is right, but I should not show my weakness. I do not care. This violence, not delivering me a drop of pleasure.
“I can't take it anymore, you're so sweet.”
Movement is faster, sharper, deeper, sharper. No matter how hard I try to clench my teeth, groans break down from my lips. He pushes me even harder into bed, fingers squeezing my hands to the pain. His whole body is shaking, it exhales hard and lingeringly, and inside me hot and viscous, mixed with my blood, sperm flows. Loose. Stuck into my hair, breathing hoarsely. In me, relief and disappointment at the same time. And anger, anger at itself. The anger that I allowed. Angry that I felt something like ... pleasure. Again, I pounce like a wild cat, completely forgetting that he can slam me with one hand movement.
- Monster!
Alex was somewhat relaxed after an orgasm, so he missed the first blow to the jaw. No, I couldn’t inflict significant damage, there is little space for swing. Of course, the blow was only one. I gathered instantly and now I was howling from pain in my broken arms.
- All right doll, I'm a monster. You have no idea how I can be a beast. And do not think that if we fucked, you can now point me with a finger saying what to do. This is another fairytale doll - scary. In it, the monsters do not fall in love with the princesses, but only fuck them as they please. Do not dare to rock the boat anymore. She is pulling the rest of the T-shirt and bra off my neck, now I'm completely naked. He again ties my hands, behind my back, first my wrists, and then also above the elbow.
“Clothes don't need you anymore, naked princesses look much better.
Fear - as I forgot about him. In fact, I behave with him as if it were a violence and an ordinary man. He is dangerous, he is a criminal. A monster that can do anything to me and possibly kill when it gets money from dad. Do not cry, do not dare to cry, you can not!
Dragging me into the bath. From me sperm flows and sticky runs down my legs. But I can get pregnant. No, it should not, only the beginning of the cycle.
“I will be your page today, princess.”
Turns on the water and me under the shower, the water is cold first, the body is covered with goosebumps. Then everything is hot and hot, and maybe it's hot for me from his soap hands washing my body, sliding through all the bulges and depressions. The water is warm, so why do I keep shaking? Do not dare to moan! It is impossible! Well, that torture does not last long. Having washed me, rather unceremoniously throws me onto the bed, without even wiping it. Alex is gone, I'm alone again. Nude, bound, completely helpless, alone with her gloomy thoughts. Someone calls him, he shouts and argues. I could only make out a few words: “dangerous” and “it gets on my nerves”. In vain I thought that he had organized all this alone, only misleading Dad. Naive. Of course, the abduction is difficult to carry out yourself, without accomplices. After some time, the call is again and again communicated on high tones, something does not work for them with my abduction. No wonder how they know that my dad simply has no money. So, small change only. He put everything into a new business, a wood processing plant, his own, without a companion, with whom his father had recently been unhappy.
I don’t know how much they want, probably a lot, and this takes time. Difficult to quickly sell a mansion or business. Steps again. He comes close to me, very close. One glance at the fly, enough to understand his excited state. I again fall under the action of waves emanating from this body. Waves of desire, his bestial passion, penetrate into me, vibrate, involuntarily respond, nipples harden, heat between my legs. Teku, one glance at him is enough to get aroused, to want to feel the tremors within him. I'm sick, like sick. Only a sick idiot can desire a repetition of violence. Jerk pulls me out of bed. I stand before him naked, bound, completely defenseless. Leaves, admires. I know my body is beautiful. Athletic, slim, but with all the important curves that make women so attractive. He touches my left breast, and it completely fits in his palm, despite my almost third size. He squeezes breasts with his hands, and I bite my lips again so as not to give out my moan of pleasure. He sees everything and understands everything. Smirking. His fingers travel through my body, from the tip of the nipple to the lower abdomen, wedged between the legs, pressing and penetrating. Even tight lips did not help. Poluuston, poluvzdoh.
“Doll, stop pretending you don't like it.” His hand is all wet, all in my juices now draws erotic patterns on the lips.
I try to speak firmly:
- I do not like, I hate, you - a miracle - I highlight the voice.
Why, why am I angry with him? What an incomprehensible struggle doomed to failure? My blow reaches the goal. Anger appears in the green-brown eyes.
- I'm a monster, you're right. Quickly on your knees, princess! Will you suck! And just try to move the teeth, turn the neck.
I will not do this, I will not! Too humiliating. I do not say it out loud, but he can read by the eyes.
- You will, even as you will! - one movement, and I was on my knees, hurting them on a wooden floor. The second movement, and he presses my head, bursting jeans, member.
- Make me a nice baby and maybe I, like in a fairy tale, turn into a beautiful prince. Laughter - mocking laughter. Only more tightly clenched teeth. Come what may. My father, Vladimir Isaev, was always distinguished by stubbornness, and I, his daughter, were naked and connected, but still. Clamps my nose. His logic is simple - without air, I will quickly open my mouth. And of course it works, in spite of my tightly clenched teeth. At some point, having sufficiently shown his stubbornness, eagerly inhale the air and the hot stone member sinks into the mouth open for breath of air. He buries his fingers in my hair, pushing me deeper into me. Groans. Lost! I am weak, just a captive who wants to live.
- Suck babe.
Involuntarily doing some lip movement, Alex groans even harder. It’s probably a pleasure for men. I sometimes wear his weight, he just calmly waits at such moments. No, I do not feel disgust, I feel heartache, as if this big dark man betrayed me. Although where is he, I have betrayed myself, my pride, ideas of my strength, good and evil. Suck and tears drip from the eyes. Another proof of my weakness.
- Look at me, doll.
As if I can not hear, just mechanical movements of the head. Want me to suck? I do this, why even more humiliation. No, he knows no mercy. Raises my chin, forcing him to look at him. And from this iron grip is not going anywhere. Looks carefully at my tears. I would like to be arrogant and smile at his face: “they say, let out as much as you want, I’m damn sure”. Smile with a member in the mouth, difficult task. I do not understand why this look? No ridicule. There is no superiority. What then? Attention, understanding, admiring me, regret. All this seems to me in the beautiful green-yellow-brown magic kaleidoscope of his eyes. Looks and looks, I have long since released a member, also staring at him.
- My girl ...
Pulls me upstairs, kisses on the lips. No, the monster can not, so kiss. From these kisses, the whole world seems to be moving, the whole world is spinning around us. Are we standing still or dancing? His voice violates this fine line of real unreality.
- I'll do you well.
And now I have no ropes, I am again on the bed, and he is a monster, at my feet, more precisely between my legs. Spread, squeezed tight, I can not move. Looks at me there. A shame, embarrassment. When my mother bathed me as a child, I always called womb, a treasure. He now has this look, as if I had a treasure there, untold riches. It seems I was able to tame the monster, no, it only seems. Attempting to move the legs, and he already growls:
- Don't rock the doll.
I was tied to him, I was on my knees, but right now, when his burning tongue touches my clitoris, drawing intricate patterns there, right now I feel completely in his power, completely helpless, completely his. I am arching, trembling, clinging my fingers to the sheet, and he continues his sweet torture. I bite my lips again in blood, trying to hold back the escaping moans. Oh god I did not know that it was so good, that it was so acute, and I did not suspect that I could feel such sensations. Of course, I caressed myself with my fingers, but the fact that he does it with me ... knowing the language does not go to any comparison with this. I got into a fairy tale, a fabulous country, where everything is not what it seems at first glance. Where all sensations are exacerbated to the limit. Where pleasure is stronger than pain. Scream. And even lips bitten to blood do not help. Scream. And more arched arc. “Orgasm is a little death” - pops up in the head. Yes, I died for a minute, having beaten before it in sweet convulsions. Then he, me, still thinking nothing, pliable, puts on all fours and enters my wet, flowing bosom with one powerful jerk. Beats, blows, such powerful blows, forcing everything inside to curl from pleasure. No more trying to hold back moans. I am his doll. And my monster can do with me, whatever he wants.
...
The next few days, Alex tied me up only when he left somewhere, and even singled out one of his T-shirts, since it was not clever to go naked. We talked a little with each other all this time. Little talked and had a lot of sex. I did not resist anymore. Yes, and what's the point. When his hands touched me, the body immediately responded. He was with me now rude, sometimes gentle, but always insatiable. I lost count how many times I screamed under it, testing one orgasm better than another. Yes, he is my enemy and he is a criminal. But how nice after sex to lie on a broad chest, curled up like a tender cat, lulled by the steady beat of his heart. How pleasant it is to feel the light stroking of male hands, and after a moment, confident steel hugs and touches, forcing him to do what he wants. Periodically, he talked on the phone with someone. Only a few fragments of phrases reached me. After these conversations he came angry and gloomy. They do not get along with my abduction. At such moments, it would be desirable, contrary to any logic, to embrace him and caress, tenderness to try to dispel and console. Of course, nothing of the kind I do. He is an enemy, he is a criminal, he is a faceless monster. My desire to know who is hiding behind this mask has become simply unbearable. I want to see his face, to see who owns these eyes, who is able to evoke such strong feelings in me. It happened during sex, more precisely, when he was satisfied and relaxed, he sank onto my body after another orgasm. Everything turned out instinctively, just at some point the hands did what I thought for so long. I pull this terrible mask off of him. No he is not a monster, and even beautiful, despite the small scar on his forehead. Greek nose, thick eyebrows, light brown hair. He hit me again, the slap burned his cheek.
- Fool!
I jumped out of bed, putting clothes on the go. Chill runs all over the body. What have I done, curious wife in the castle of a blue beard !? He will kill me - now he will surely kill me. He left, left, this time without even connecting me, only, as always, he locked up in the room. I feverishly re-examine my prison. Earlier, when I succeeded, I could not find anything that would help to get out. But then, I was not sure if I wanted freedom. Iron bed, small sofa, trellis. All - no more stuff. There is an iron grill on the window, and it goes to a wasteland, no houses near. Get out of here is unreal. Mirror. You can break it and use the shard as a weapon. What is just to break? There is not even a chair. If you could open the door. In other rooms, there must be something heavier or more acute.
The door is wooden sound. Alex would have demolished her without any difficulty; she has such a force. But I can't do this. Trying to break the mirror. Nothing works, and as it will, there is such a thick glass. Or maybe I just regret my hands. Almost half an hour rushing around the room trying to think of something, until she heard the key turn. Alex is back. My heart stops in my ears. He came to kill me, in his hand a gun. I could rush to his feet, cry, promise money, lie, beg for mercy. But I'm Isaev. So just standing and looking at him. Now these eyes do not seem beautiful, they are emptiness and determination, the eyes of the beast are monsters. I try to remember at least one prayer. Alas, somehow I was not devout. Only two lines surfaced in the head: “Our Father, behold the ilk in heaven! Hallowed be thy name, Thy kingdom come. ” How terrible it is not to be, not to think, not to live, not to feel, not to feel, how terrible it is, never to see your loved ones again, not to see him. “Our Father, Thou art in the heavens! Hallowed be thy name, Thy kingdom come. ” Can it really shoot?
“A-l – lesha,” my voice trembles, for the first time I call him by name. Startled, sighed - as if he had left the trance, the emptiness in his eyes disappears. The eyes are different, what kind of emotions they do not have: pain, love, despair.
“Doll, you are adorable,” she approaches, extending a hand to my lips. The gun is still in his hand, still aimed at me. But now it's not scary at all, it seems I really could tame the monster. Kiss. Only MY monster can kiss like that. Only from his kisses does the whole surrounding reality begin to rotate. Are we standing still or dancing? Absorbed by each other and absolutely do not notice three people with machine guns, and they acted silently. Suddenly the room was filled with shouts:
- Get away from her !!! Hands up!!! Get back said !!!
Alex pulls back and raises her hand to shoot. They will now kill MY monster, flashes in my head. Then everything happened instinctively. I rush forward, closing it with myself. Pain. The shoulder burned pain. I got a strong hand. The world began to spin, to lose its shape, spreading into a whitish spot. And only his eyes. Beautiful cat eyes, which are mixed and green and yellow and brown color, they are now tears.
- Doll, forgive me, forgive me - and painfully squeezes me.
- Your eyes, they prick me.
...
This girl always dreams about me. Every night she is with me. Too beautiful to be real, too good for me. Every night I have her chiseled, like a beautiful body statuette. Every night she nestles and falls asleep on my chest. And then shots are fired, the shots that were meant to me. And again I see her whitening face, I see how life is leaving her. May I spend the rest of my days in prison, may I always burn in hell - but then I had a whole week with her, a whole week of paradise.
...
I completely abandoned my doll room. Now in my little women there is no more life, cold masks, and not spiritualised faces. Or maybe it took me out of life. I walk, eat, sleep, smile, but everything is as if in a dream, as if the other is doing all this. And I really stayed there, in a house in an unknown place, in a room with bars on the windows, with my monster. Now I know everything about him. Alexander Belogolovtsev: 32 years old, a former professional soldier, now a professional criminal. He was hired by his father's companion, having perfectly calculated that he would be the first to turn to his father and who wanted to buy shares for a pittance in order to become the sole owner of the company. Alex was married, he has a child - a beautiful green-eyed little boy. The police think that there are several kidnappings and contract killings on his conscience, but there is no evidence. I am the only way to put a criminal in jail. My father insisted on visiting a psychologist who for several months now has been trying to cure me of the Stockholm syndrome. Tomorrow court, I need to tune. My monster must be punished.
- Isaeva Lyubov Vladimirovna, - invites the secretary to testify. Dad with me, squeezes my cold fingers, trying to breathe strength and confidence into me.
I promised myself not to look at Alex. No, I could not stand it. Eyes immediately stumble upon a return burning look. Everything stops, everything ceases to exist, we are far away from each other, and it seems as close as two feet away and the whole world is just a decoration for this meeting. As if there is no world at all, only the two of us and our conversation, without words - with our eyes.
Dad pulls the hand back into reality.
- Daughter hold it, he will no longer harm you.
The judge asks ordinary questions. Name, surname, age. I answer them, and there is a growing noise in the ears, as if the drums are beating in me. It seems that I have become one big, fragile heart, pulsing and beating off this uneven rhythm. Stick me and I bleed, stick me and my heart stops beating.
- Lyubov Vladimirovna, tell the court what happened on May 22, 2008 and in the following days.
Heart, heart, faster, faster, terribly fast.
- P-ppa-pa, I can not !! P-Dad, I love him !!!
After these words, my monster jumps up from its place, clings to the bars of the lattice separating the defendants from the main hall. Burning green-yellow-brown eyes dig into my pale face. The noise of the heart keeps growing, it becomes unbearable, the world begins to sway, blur, there are only two motionless, green points that hypnotize me.
- Your eyes prick.
I am covered with darkness.
...
I have been watching her for two weeks. Lyuba did not testify against me, that day in court was the last time I saw my beauty, but there was plenty of evidence. In the five years I spent in places not so remote, she finished studying and now is the director of a network of stores of children's toys. She still drives around in a Mercedes, but already a new model, dresses in the best boutiques and is also friendly and kind to people. Too good for anyone, too beautiful to be real. Lyuba leaves the store office, and I see no one around, only her flowing movements, her friendly smile. In the pants becomes cramped. How good she is!
...
- Lyubov Vladimirovna ?! You were asked to transfer.
In the hands of the messenger a large box. I read the card and the world starts spinning around: "Doll, You Are Delicious." All the psychologists hired by my father were in vain, all my attempts to start a normal life, to find my love - in vain. With impatient hands tearing the wrapping paper. In the box is a small woman - a nude doll with my face. “My Monster is back,” knocking on the head with an alarm bell, and I feverishly peer into reality, trying to find among the bustle of the city green and brown cat eyes.