The Mist and the Lightning. Part 19

Kors doesn’t remember it at all. This is the morning of one of the days of their stay in Ore Town. Both Nik and Kors hide behind the door to the bathroom, and the slave takes the half-eaten piece of bread from the plate and goes with it to Kors’ office. There, she approaches Adrian, who is locked in a cage, and thrusts bread to him through the bars. He reaches out his hand, takes the bread and eats it. “What a bitch is this Tyutya!” They are clearly not doing this for the first time, so calmly they move, not even in a hurry. Adrian eats carefully and slowly. And Tyutya stands nearby and looks at him with pity. They both know that if the masters have gone to the bathroom or the bedroom, they will not return soon. Kors hears his loud moans from behind the door, and the slave shrinks, for the umpteenth time she thinks: “poor Nik.” She knows and remembers their names, she generally understands and thinks everything, just turned into a bag with the help of a cape and deprived of the ability to speak, she is not perceived by others as a person and an individual. She herself is not free, she is horrified by their fate, and, as she can, she tries to help them. “I learned a lot of secrets about you, red fox! It turns out that you are so kind!”

Oh, this Ore Town, these wonderful, magnificent rooms in the palace! Their huge bed and golden brocade blanket, under which the three of them slept so sweetly, embracing and cuddling up to each other, he and his boys. Kors’ boys — light and dark, brunette and blond. It was the best time, Kors was happy there, in this really alien city, which, oddly enough, became his home and gave him unforgettable moments of happiness. And how they loved each other! And then Kors worked with such pleasure and created decrees, enthusiastically compiled lists of those sentenced to flogging and execution. He was the king of this city! Not Lis, but he, Kors!

How sweet his bright boy was, and now he has lost him. Now everything is irretrievably destroyed. And in these memories of a slave, thanks to the care of Kors, Nik is so neat, clean and combed. Because Kors followed him, washed and combed, and Nik already then obeyed him. Oh yes, he listened! But then Kors didn’t notice and didn’t appreciate it, taking it for granted. After all, it was the only right thing to do. And Nik obeyed him, carried out all orders. Only he didn’t want to wear glasses, and for this he was so severely punished. He was handsome and obedient in Ore Town. And without those protruding nose rings, oh, gods, even with all those stupid piercings, if only he remained Kors’ boy! And Kors had already reconciled and got used to his decorated nose. Let him wear his rings if he likes them. All the same, no matter what he did and no matter how he tried to disfigure his appearance, he didn’t succeed, and he remained beautiful. Kors was so bitter, there was no “his boy”! There was a Demon who played with him, and the body of his son, and together there was nothing. And this hair of his, from which he went crazy, what a handsome son he was! Eyes, nose, lips, it is not surprising that Prince Arel fell in love with him at one time. The appearance of an angel with a Demon inside, what an irony, a mockery. And how did he look at Kors? Kors wanted him every minute. Endlessly. Constantly. Crazily. Nik was the best. Was…not now. Now Kors knows that Nik is a soulless Demon who is just doing his missions and using people. And he seduced and used Kors. Stupid Tyutya, you don’t understand anything! You fed Adrian and took care of Valentine, maybe you helped “poor Nik” too?