The Mist and the Lightning. Part 19

Kors grimaced in displeasure, he was insanely annoyed by Valentine’s eternal bleating, how much he stuttered, and now he was also infuriated by the fact that Nik compares him to some kind of miserable slave, and even sets him as an example. Allegedly, Valentineunderstands everything, but Kors, you see, does not understand. He barely restrained himself:

“Nik, you need to understand that punishment is not used out of revenge for a mistake, but to prevent it in the future …”

“Fuck, this is not a return to you!” Nik shouted in annoyance. “You really are obsessed with punishments. This is not a punishment! But you know what?! Until you understand this, for you it will be so!”

“Okay, so I don’t get it yet,” snapped Kors.

“Well, if you don’t understand,” Nik immediately responded, “then let’s go!”

They went upstairs to Arel’s room, where everything remained as it was, as if they had never left, and the wide bed was neatly covered with a silvery northern fox fur coverlet.

Valentine immediately knelt at the front door, and Nik said, turning to Kors:

“Take off your clothes, undress and go over there,” he pointed to the post near the bed.

Kors understood what awaited him, but didn’t object, some crazy anger and stubbornness continued to bubble in him.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t ask and… don’t think about it, damn it!”

He undressed, went up to the post and knelt down:

“Yes please! Since this is not a punishment, I will fulfill any of your thematic requests!”

“What?” Nik and Arel looked at each other and laughed.

“Fuck, Vitor, I’ll probably never get used to your expressions,” Nik said through laughter. Bandages prevented him from smiling broadly.

“Just like me to your piercing!” Kors didn’t remain in debt and pointedly looked at the ring sticking out from under the bandages.

“Did you mean to say that you can never stop jerking off to my piercing?” Nik’s shoulders shook with laughter again.

“Enough!” Kors shouted. “The fact that you don’t understand my noble expressions, and you have a meager vocabulary, is not my problem!”

Nik attached a chain to Kors’ collar and tied him to a post. But he left a considerable length, Kors realized that he could easily get up and lie down, and even move a few steps away from the pillar. He didn’tmove. Let it be, what will be, and he will not call Zaf for anything! Nik is jealous of Kors, and this can only aggravate the situation. Kors would endure now, whatever it was: punishment, reflection, training, and when they returned to the city, he would ask Leonardo for help, so he decided.

Nik and Arel obviously didn’t plan to stay in the room, they began to gather, and Nik covered his bandaged face with a mask.

“Nik…” Kors asked cautiously.

“What?”

“Are you going somewhere? It’s hot outside, don’t put on a mask over the bandages as well, this can aggravate the already deplorable situation with your face.”

“What am I supposed to do? I’m going to go outside, and there are people.”

“Are you going to the holiday? Nik, to drink again?! Damn, how much can you?!”

“Not to the holiday, and you yourself explained to me that I should not open my face in front of people, like my mouth.”

“Did you ever listen to what I told you?”

“Yes, and more than once! I listened to you and obeyed. Are you my father? Or no longer? I always told you that I listen to you! I love you and listen to you!”

“Yes, yes, I am your father, and I told you this, and if you are doing this because I ordered you…”

“I promised you!”

“Nik… I’m canceling my order. You can not wear a mask and talk to people with whom you want.”

“Hmm, if you’re trying to ease your situation this way, it doesn’t work that way, Vitor.”

“No. My position is irrelevant here. Limit me as you wish, do whatever I did to you…”

“I don’t reflect! Well, you motherfucker! This is not a return or revenge! How many times do I have to repeat this before you get it?!”

“Okay, okay, you’re changing me, I get it… Training. It’s not very clear how I can change and develop from the fact that I was strapped to a pole … but okay.

“I just limited you a little. What's bad about it?

“It’s probably familiar to you, but I haven’t been a slave for ten years!” For me it's bad!

Nik shrugged.

“I left enough space for you,” he turned to Valentine, “Valin, bring a bucket from the bathroom.”

Valentine immediately followed the order, and, understanding everything, put the bucket next to Kors.

“Here. If you feel like it,” Nik said.

And Prince Arel silently handed Kors a bottle of wine. Kors looked frowningly at the prince and took it.

Nik didn’t listen to Kors, didn’t take off his mask, and, putting on gloves, adorned his finger with a ring as usual.

“Don’t wear a ring over a glove! Complete bastard!” Kors thought angrily, watching him, unable to restrain himself.

And Nik froze, then turned sharply to him: