“You can do it already now, you can do more and better! You do the minimum, in a slipshod manner. Without soul. Get out of the body then, I’ll do it faster with Karina’s brother than with you. It seems to me that he will really be more useful now!” Lis gripped his stomach, wincing. “Fuck, my stomach will die from endless nerves now.”
“You have holes in your stomach,” Nikto said.
Pale Lis was holding his stomach with both hands, waiting for the attack to pass.
“Go away for the sake of your gods,” he whispered, “leave the human, we will do everything ourselves.”
“He's blind,” Nikto retorted.
“You're no more sighted,” Lis looked skeptically at the swollen eye of Nikto on the side of the inflamed scar.
“For the sake of your gods,” Nikto mimicked him. “I am your God!” He tried to laugh, but coughed hoarsely: “Unclean warriors will not listen to you yet, Fox, only to me. You are not yet an authority for them.”
“Well, what for do I have it?!” Lis groaned, he let go of his stomach and grabbed his head. “Why am I always unlucky?!”
“I'll do everything, Lis,” Nikto drawled, “just fuck off now, okay?” He with some unhealthy expression on his face pulled Arel by the chain.
“No!” Lis shouted. “Enough! I'll take him from you, this damn prince has made you crazy. You don't want to think of anything but him.”
Nikto buried Arel's face in his crotch.
“Fuck, unhook from him!” Fox couldn’t resist.
“Ver! Ver!” He shouted, and Verniy, oddly enough, appeared on the threshold.
“Ver, I ask you, if you truly love your master, help him get out of this state,” Lis pleaded.
Ver gazed dispassionately at the stoned Nikto, as if he had not seen his sunken dull eyes, festering scar and tangled hair.
“He, along the way, can't wait for you to die,” said Lis disappointedly, “only I don't like it. Only I am worried about you.”
“Ver,” said Nikto aloud, “stir up something from the stomach for Lis. He's bleeding inside there.”
“Fuck,” drawled Lis. Nikto knocked Arel over on his back, lay down on top of him with his whole body, kissing with cracked lips, Arel was moaning, arching towards him.
“Animals, you are animals!” Lis stood up. “I'm leaving. I'll be back tomorrow morning.”
“Ver will bring you the medicine,” Nikto said without turning around.
“Nik, I ask you…” began Lis.
Nikto put his fingers into Arel's tight mouth, making him moan in pain.
Lis went out.
When he returned to the room the next morning, he saw that nothing had changed. The shutters were still tightly closed, a candle barely glowed in the twilight, the sharp chemical smell of drugs tickled his nose so that his eyes began to water. Nikto was lying prone on the bed, his blond hair sweeping away. Arel sat tied by his wrists to the headboard, the rope still gripping his mouth. He opened his eyelids hard, looking at Lis with a dull look.
“You motherfuckers!” Lis opened the shutters and the window with a crash, bright light and fresh wind burst into the room. Lis, confidently walking up to the bed, untied Arel and cut the rope that tightened his mouth from behind. He didn’t even try to untie the knots which Nikto made. On the prince's face, where the rope cut into the skin, a dark purple stripe from ear to ear remained.
Nikto got up:
“What?” He barely uttered.
“Come to your senses, Kors is coming!”
“No,” Nikto murmured, “I know when. Not today.”
“Get up, let's go to the river. You need to refresh yourself. You need a brainwash!”
“Did the medicine help you?”
“Yes, thanks, get up, Arel!”
“Not on a horse,” he murmured in horror, “no, no,” he whined.
“Get it out, get it out of him!” Lis said in an orderly tone and turned to Nikto.
“No, “ he threw sharply, still rising from the bed.
“Pull it out, you will play with him at the waterfalls, drown him there to hell!”
This idea seemed to interest Nikto.
“Ver,” he called, “bring the mask, Arel's clothes, dress him.”
“Dress him up and get the bump out of his ass, I don’t want him to whine on the way,” said Lis.
“He will ride with me on the same horse.”
“Damn, you don’t unstuck even for a second!”
Ver returned to the room with a bunch of some kind of leather harness, treating Arel like a big doll, and began to busily tighten his body, black with bruises, with belts. Nikto nevertheless pulled out a large ribbed dildo from Arel.
“I’ll put on him a mask myself,” he said to Ver with unhealthy passion and love in his eyes, covering Arel’s face with a crust of hard black skin.
“And don’t forget to put on a mask onto yourself,” said Lis gloomily. “How I hate you, you are burnt out, Nikto!”
“I won't forget,” Nikto said, and Lis watched with disgust as he tightened all the belts on his beloved Arel for a long time and thoroughly.
Covered with leather clothing like with a shell, Arel moved stiffly, he was shaking. Ver covered his hair with a hood.
“Dress your second slave soon,” urged Lis. And Nikto dressed and covered his face with a black mask too. “Don’t you also want to shove anything into yourself?” Lis grimaced, seeing that completely collected Nikto and Arel differed little from each other, except for the color of their hair. “Two slaves of the Demon,” Lis said caustically.
“Lis, you are my slave too. Don’t forget it!” Nikto answered sharply.
And Lis silently grinned angrily.
“Want a bell in your nose? Fuck, you will get it instead of the throne!”
“I already somehow don’t even doubt,” Lis snapped again, “it looks like this is all you can do!”
Nikto, a moment ago so lethargic, suddenly came up sharply to Lis and grabbed him by the hair from behind, squeezing with a death grip, lifting his face up.
“Can't you see the limits, Lis?!” He hissed and threw Lis away from him with such force that he, flying half the room, slammed sideways into the wall, slid down, instinctively covering his head with his hands.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” Lis hastened to say, “now I see the Demon.”
“What a fool.”
“Sorry.”
“I'll break your head off, Lis, I'll print your fucking redhead into the wall if you don't shut up.”
Lis knelt down.
“Do you want me to order Ver to piss in your mouth now for your words? And you will swallow, I swear I will train you!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, don't,” Lis was tense. “I have understood everything, I will no longer say that, please.”
“Come on,” Nikto passed him, “for the last time, Lis, I don't touch you. Remember. There won't be a second time.”
They drove to the river, and Nikto put Arel on the Unclean Power in front of him, hugging all the way. Khabir Verniy stayed behind to guard the path, and they, leaving their horses, went down through the grotto to the lake. Lis told Nikto that he had already