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Chapter 1

- Your fear is the sweetest.
- Your madness is the most attractive.
"Ugly love, nasty, nasty, nasty," he whispered, running his finger along her cheek. His voice was mocking, and now emanated a cloying tenderness, then exuded an evil grin. There was little human left in the narrow, pointed face, framed by charcoal-gray hair. The thin and regular once-familiar features were distorted, madness sparkled in the lilac otherworldly eyes.
And everything around seemed like a crazy dream.
And echoing arches of the walls.
And curly shadows all around.
And the sounds of the music box.
And a delicate aroma of wormwood, anise and spices, as if someone had just spilled absinthe. It was just madness. It soaked into the floor, rose to the ceiling, ate into the walls. Billions of molecules scattered in the air. It got into the blood. Settled in the soul a scarlet blush.
"Pam-pum.. Pam-pum-pum... Pam... Pum-pum-pum-pum"...
The music dropped into viscous silence.
The tightly bound girl, seated in a chair in front of the young man, looked into his eerie face with a mixture of fear and disgust. Her lips were split, and dark blood was caked under her matted long hair. Pulse parted. Sweat stood out in tiny drops on his temples.
She was scared. Very scary. It was so scary that the soul trembled in the solar plexus, the muscles froze, hit - they would crumble, and the eyes were clouded with cold tears. Only she didn't feel them. She couldn't feel anything at all except for his fingers and his breath on her skin. And all-consuming fear.
The game has ended.
“You are crying,” the man said gently and wiped the tears from his pale cheek, and then, with a thoughtful look, licked them off his finger. He bowed his head to his shoulder, pensively fixing his eyes on the high ceiling - neither give nor take a gourmet who has tasted a delicious dish.
- Sweet, - he said and began to collect tears with his lips - from his face, neck, collarbones, no longer covered by a T-shirt - it was torn so badly. From each of this painfully long touch, the girl shuddered. It seemed that where his lips had been, her skin was beginning to itch. And the man didn't seem to notice. His breathing became ragged, heavy, and a couple of times he bit her skin - so that the tears mixed with blood.
Her blood intoxicated him. Her smell was maddening - although it seemed much more?
“You are too sweet, Candy. Too.
He placed his index finger on her bottom lip, pulling down and revealing even white teeth. And licked pretty.
"Reunion... I missed you so much." His voice was mocking. – Did you miss you, Candy?
- Please ... - whispered the girl barely audible. - You are welcome…
- What are you asking for? He put his hand to his ear, pretending not to hear.
- Let go, please ... please, - she was so scared that every sound was given with difficulty.
Violet eyes sparkled.
Her captor leaned back in his chair, hands folded in his lap.
"I can't," he admitted honestly, and rubbed his protruding chin. - Or ... Yes, yes, yes.
Thin lips stretched into a smile, dimples appeared on the cheeks - such are only cheerful people who often have to laugh. But who needs damn canyons on the cheeks, if there is abnormality in the eyes?
- Kiss Me. To dizziness. Herself. Then I'll let go. How do you like the idea?
The girl often nodded, agreeing to everything, just to get out of here alive. In response, she got a smile in which charm was strongly mixed with disgust. Like whiskey and cola.
- Kiss sweetly, Candy.
The box fell silent, and the man, twitching, grabbing it, again turned the key several times, putting it to his ear so that the musical drop would sound again.
"Pam-pum... Pum-pum-pum... Pum... Pum-pum-pum-pum"...
A terrible lullaby made its way to the bones.
- Truth? – unblinking eyes stared into the terrible face of the girl. Dark tangled hair covered half her face, because of the blood dried in the corners of her lips, it seemed that they were down, the abrasion on her cheek looked like a long scar.
She looks crazy right now.
Or she went crazy after everything that happened.
- Did I lie to you? The man shrugged, shoving his hand into the pocket of his leather jacket.
In the semi-darkness, catching one of the highlights, a sharp blade of a knife flashed. The girl instinctively cringed, realizing that this was the end.
Now it's definitely the end.
Revenge succeeded.
But the knife didn't touch her flesh - it cut only the ropes, freeing her heavy, stiff arms and legs. And then with a ringing flew to the floor. Her strained nerves also resonated loudly in response.
- Before dizziness, - the man reminded in a teacher's strict voice and again sat down on the chair opposite, wearily threw back his long black hair, and then silently touched his narrow lips with his finger, plainly making it clear that she should start.
He waited. I looked forward to it. Enjoyed the moment. And his eyes were filled with desire.
The girl hesitated. She was shaking with fear, and her stiff hands would not obey, but she believed that this could be her chance. A chance for salvation. And she must overcome both weakness, and fear, and disgust, and do what he asks.
Should?..
Should.
Should!
Leaning awkwardly forward, the girl, closing her eyes, touched his terrible lips with the feeling that she was kissing a huge poisonous spider or a snake with human eyes. It seemed to her that behind her clenched teeth lurked hideous maggots. And they are just waiting to get from his mouth into hers and find their way into the esophagus.
She was nauseated by her own thoughts and fear. Horror covered the body with a dense obsessive veil, and the heart was ready to explode from such frequent blows, but ... Nothing terrible happened.
No pain, no embarrassment.
Hot male lips.
She tasted a slight metallic taste on them. He was interrupted by wormwood - as if these lips had recently drunk absinthe.
Bitterly…
And attractive - only I didn’t have the strength to admit it. He drove her crazy, appeared in different forms, day and night, kidnapped her and would soon take her life. Does this morbid attraction make sense?
No tenderness, no sympathy, where does pleasure come from? ..
She's going crazy.
The girl pulled away. Her eyes shone, dark strands stuck to her damp cheeks and neck, her nostrils fluttered.
The man shook his head slightly. Dissatisfied.