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Teeth. It was a gentle, pleasant bite on her inner part of the thigh. The girl sighed and warped like a snake. His hot breath nibbled her gentle skin, bringing Vic above.

‘What can you know about the truth?’ Kharon hanged over the girl again. ‘Tell me, Victoria. Tell me!’

She couldn’t speak anymore. Her heart was about to stop because of the bliss of touches and kisses. The girl had lack of air to keep on living in that mad stream of emotions.

‘I’m ready to show you the truth… It’s not bad not good. It’s faultlessly pure, spacious and all-consuming. I’m ready to immerse into it with you… right now. Vic, dear… Only one move separates us from the truth…’ Kharon was whispering in her eat, tenderly biting her earlap, burning with his hot breath.

‘Kharon,’ Vic gasped, having wrapped around his body with her legs, ‘I can’t… I can’t reject you anymore.’

‘Ask me then!’ he smiled. ‘I can hear your mind speaking, screaming, begging me to do this move! But I can’t hear your voice! Will you let me show you the absolute?’

‘I will…’ Vic breathed out. ‘Thousand times yes!’

The demon smiled and did that move which Vic had been dreaming about and waiting for several months. She held on his hot back. Under her finger pressure the muscles screamed put and the girl did the same simultaneously, fainting. She thought that because of that tremendous splash of many hormones her hypophysis was going to die, her heart was about to stop, her lungs were going to stop to rich themselves with the oxygen. But no. She kept on breathing. More often. Shallower. Her heart went on beating. Stronger. Faster. Her consciousness was losing itself in her own head.

Time had stopped. The heavy darkness, that didn’t know what mercy was, ran down because of the girl’s scream, but it didn’t leave. It lightened behind the window. It thundered. Why? It was late September… She was feeling so good that she was ready to die in that mind-numbing ecstasy. Insanity. It hovered nearby, saw her thin pale fingers torment the man’s back. They wanted to rip the flesh, to squeeze and cut up carelessly something. To squeeze firm. Her eyes were closed. They didn’t want to see anything. They didn’t want anything in the world to distract them from that what was happening. His strong hands, having no obstacles, studied her body. Her lips didn’t know what tiredness meant. He had so much life and energy in him. He gave her something unbelievable with his every touch. That was something that mind hided deeper than drugs and alcohol.

The storm flooded over, the strongest wind beat down the window with the branches, the weather came unstuck at all. It cried… Victoria screamed, ripping the flesh into parts. The weather screamed, ripping its flesh. The girl opened her eyes. There were huge shadows of wings on the ceiling…

‘Oh, God…’ Vic closed her eyes again.

‘No, dear,’ Kharon whispered, having wrapped her waist around with his arms. ‘I have nothing in common with God.’

After he heard the name of God incomprehension awaked in the demon. He stopped to let almost dead Vic have a rest, to pump air in lungs.

‘Why, dear?’ he whispered. ‘That’s me who’s leading you to the pureness. I’m giving you desirable enjoyment. Why do you say his name?’

The demon started again the passion wheel, firmly squeezing her in his arms, kissing her neck, hearing her heart beat, failed her breathing.

‘I can hear your thoughts. They’re so… passionate. Here you are as you are! Finally, my name sounds… And I like it… how modest it sounds… and I can hear it.’

‘I don’t wanna you stop…’

‘As you wish, my Lady.’ Kharon grinned, penetrating what was going on fully…

Kharon was used to hearing begging women and such kind of speaking. He liked being deified, begged to continue, embrace and kiss. Victoria wasn’t the first and the last who was going crazy in the incubus’s arms…

Almost lifeless, exhausted, fragile girl was relaxing after having had stormy passion. Victoria was lying on her stomach, arms outstretched. She was sleeping in a profound beautiful sleep which she could only dream of.

Her naked body bathed in the night, gently wrapped with a sweet scent. Kharon was nearby. It was the first time in his life he was lying near the woman after coition. He silently was studying the night ceiling, lights reflected on it, silence.

He didn’t know what to do next, how to be, what she would say. Although about “what she would say” he knew the answer – she would say nothing. She would think, imagine, remember, confirm in thought that the night had been the best in her entire life, but she would say nothing.

Victoria hardly moved a little. Kharon surveyed her and rolled over on his side to examine the little horizon border. He smiled.

‘I can’t wait for the morning,’ he informed, having found the girl in a stable.

Victoria was combing a black horse. It was glossy in the broiling sun, stamping with his hoof, stirring the dust beneath and shook its head.

‘You’re here…’ the girl murmured peacefully, turning to him.

The black horse snorted and glanced sideways at the man. Victoria turned to the demon: she was so happy to see him, she missed him so much as if she hadn’t seen him for several weeks.

In a second she turned to be in the passion and strength arms, giving herself again to the demonic creature, thinking of only the dream to be never ended.

While Kharon was destroying the sundress with barely noticeable moves, showing her gentle skin to the soft sunrays, Victoria remembered her having felt those touches recently. Recently she had almost lost her mind, answering for the dizzying, voluptuous kiss of the godlike man.

‘My gentle, sagacious, human miracle,’ Kharon looked into the girl’s eyes. ‘I have to report on my actions if you’re asking me… in your mind. I must give everything I can give to let you understand sex isn’t a two-minutes game between sexes, ending in a messy sleep in exhausted poses. Just recently we have let the huge ball of physical energy out… but in a dream I can do something more that’s impossible to do in a real life…’

Kharon dropped to one knee before excited Victoria, slowly pulling down her panties…

‘Do you confirm my arrogant, insolent invasion into your Edenic dream?’ he whispered, touching her hands with his lips.

‘Yes, I do,’ the banal and usual answer sounded…

The alarm was ringing off in the morning. Victoria opened her eyes and wanted to turn the ear-shredding device off as she understood her not have any physical strength even winkle without saying about move. She commanded her brain to take the cell, but her hands didn’t obey, in replay they cried that nobody understood and heard them not have strength to move.

Victoria tried to move her legs and it turned out to be worse. Her hands weren’t able to do anything, but the girl could feel them, and she couldn’t even feel her legs. She had no any. Her mind didn’t know how to command to make anything obey.

‘Kh…’ Vic was strong enough to say the first letter of the demon’s name while she exhaled.

The man couldn’t hear her. He was so much interested in a noisy traffic-jam under his windows. There were multi-coloured and the same cars, screwed-up drivers, annoyed pedestrians. Kharon had no idea that Victoria was calling for him.

Suspicious crowded upon him when he heard the ringing off alarm for the third time and there was nobody in hurry to switch it off.

The man came quietly into the room. There was breathless silence. Kharon frowned, sat down on the edge of the bed and called the girl. There was no answer. The demon closed his eyes, trying to go into sleeping Victoria’s mind but he faced a strange obstacle: there were twisted halls again. Empty. There were no thoughts.

The demon went around the bed. He had to see the girl’s face right now.

Victoria was still lying on her stomach, arms outstretched. Her eyes were opened, and a tear was running her cheek. She had a soft whistle of her breath and feeling of fear, her heart beat weakly. Victoria didn’t understand what was going to her, why she was incapable of taking a good sigh and even of moving. The numb body that she didn’t feel, made her panic. Could it be a blood-stroke? Blood-stoke had hit her was her the first thought. She was getting worse and so upset she could cry. She didn’t want to live like this. Victoria appealed to the demon to kill her, but he was incapable of hearing her. He was walking about the grey halls in the girl’s mind to seek for her mad thoughts, being unable to catch any of them.

Kharon looked at her running one by one tears and slowly he started getting what was going on. He couldn’t help smiling and, of course, he didn’t feel any sympathy for the girl.

The demon turned her on her back, took her hair away from her face and kissed her numb lips.

‘Today is a day of my monologue.’ He said, lying near Vic.

Vic could lie and move her eyes. Having seen Kharon smiling she felt uncomfortable. She looked pity and awkwardly while he dared to make fun of her when her body had broken down.

‘Well, I’ll start with myself.’ He said, fondling her naked shoulder. ‘I’m confused a little bit… I better say I’m scared of your strange system of twisted halls in your clear head. I’ve seen it twice already. It could have been nothing but there’s a slight objection – I can’t catch any of your thoughts. I can’t read your mind but see your foolish halls and corridors.

Kharon looked at Victoria’s face: there were no emotions just frustration and indifference. Vice versa was about her heart and soul. She had been already scared of misunderstanding her condition after Kharon’s word she got more scared. If he couldn’t hear and read her mind, then he couldn’t help her…

‘Silent human child…’ he murmured, still smiling. ‘Do you know what the reason of your physical condition is now? Do you know why you can’t move even your little finger and sigh deeply? I’ll tell you…’

The demon lay on his back with his hands under his head. He saw the morning light line slowly stealing over the sleepy ceiling. The city was greeting the morning, meeting another new line of life like previous ones that had been yesterday, the day before yesterday and years ago.

‘This is not a disease nor illness, this is tranquillity. Any sexual influence made a person let so much energy to fill a flat with… It’s ok! It’s ok when you have sex with someone like you… with a human. You chose another way and another man one. Knowing nothing about me you gave yourself up to the blind impulse that consumed you fully. I know this night was the best one in your life, you whispered it to me when you were capable of… As usual in any coition you, being in arms of extra-terrestrial passion, burst all your energy… I’ve taken it.’

Kharon rolled over on his side, having stared at the girl’s face. Of course, she almost calmed down that that wasn’t blood-stroke, but she was still afraid of what would be next.

‘You’d have been alright if you hadn’t been so… avaricious.’ He smiled. ‘I came into your dream… if you had told me the night before had been enough you would have moved, breathe and live as usual. You’d have been had a slight malady, tiredness but it would have been ok. But you, dear, couldn’t resist your desires… I took the rest of your energy in your dream. That’s why you’re incapable of moving now. On the contrary I really feel groovy. I’ve never felt better than this. I can’t still read your mind… Let me.’

Kharon put his hands on the girl’s head and slightly pressed on her temples, slowly like a corkscrew, penetrating her consciousness.

‘You’re hiding them from me, dear… How can you do this? Ah?’ Kharon kisses the girl with no taking his hands away from her head. He wanted with the kiss to distract her from blocking her thoughts. ‘Many corridors and halls… Holes and ways in and out. Oh, here they are! Your intimate thoughts!’

Kharon closed his eyes and smiled, reading all her feeling. He read all her fears for her life, all the memories about the divine night having spent in the best man’s arms, all her worries about her incapability to get to work, her original happiness that they were going to spend that day together with Kharon. She didn’t care that she was like a statue lying with no moves. The main point was that he was nearby, his velvet voice whispered in her ear pleasant words, his hands touched hers, and he chuckled at the youthful greediness.

‘Don’t worry.’ Kharon took his hands away from her head. ‘You’re gonna be ok. Soon. Honesty I don’t know when exactly but soon. Then I’ll take your energies again, won’t I, dear?’

The demon touched her hand, smiled and gently kissed her on the cheek and his arms came tight around her waist.

‘It’s an interesting thing, Victoria. There’s never been a woman who didn’t embrace me… Your physical helplessness and incredibly beautiful nudity provoke in me a new spurt of only now born feelings and emotions. I’m not gonna even read your mind to know if you agree or not… thousand times yes were your words…’

 He took a corner of her quilt and flipped it off and started covering her body with the smallest kisses. The girl wanted to smile, take him into her arms, maybe laugh, because his light stubble tickled her body. But she couldn’t do anything. Nothing.

Suddenly Kharon stopped and with a sad grin, he looked at the girl’s eyes.

‘I can’t do anything.’ He whispered, taking his hands from her. ‘You’re weak, you have no energy that’s why I can’t do anything. I’m sorry but I have to wait for your energy stores to be obtained again.’

Certainly, the demon didn’t tell that energy of a witch was a thousand times stronger and greater than energy of an ordinary human. He didn’t tell her that a witch was more difficult to obtain her energy stores. That was the secret Victoria had to realize herself.

‘By the way, your job…’ Kharon took Victoria’s cell. ‘Shall I tell that you’re ill a bit?’

The man easily managed the task, having informed Victoria’s manager that Vic felt ill and asked for compensatory leaves. Victoria took a sigh of a relief when she realized that Kharon fixed everything.

The man turned on relaxing music, lay near the girl and fell asleep. Victoria, being tired to look at the ceiling, closed her eyes and got to sleep.

It’s summer. It’s 1948. Moscow. She is a travelling substance. She can’t see herself, but she can hear and see everything around. She has a great ability to move fast in space like a comet or asteroid in the depth of the universe. She has no obstacles: as a bodiless spirit, she can easily go through walls, buildings, fences, big factories and whatever else.

Here she is rushing through Moscow narrow streets. The streets aren’t crowded yet. The huge pedestrial areas are empty. There are almost no cars. One maybe two… the roads are empty. It’s so good.

Victoria is flying somewhere. She doesn’t understand why and where but some power pulls her as if she was in the middle of the strongest whirlpool. She has no possibility to resist spontaneous forces that are pulling her forward.

She turns out to be at Vagankovo cemetery. There is no one on the paths but only a young girl and walking old lady. The girl is staying near a grave of a man. The hill is new-made. The black ground hardly had time to get covered with dry crust, the flowers are still alive, come out with the buds, giving beauty to the dead. I wonder if they know they’re already dead, too.

The girl is near the new-made hill and has tears in her eyes. She carefully wipes them away with her palm, a smile appears on her face for a second, full of happy memories and desperation. She asks the questions which no one hears but only the dead and her own mind. It’s not a surprise that there are tremendous scales of hopelessness.

The old woman is slowly walking along the path, at a modest pace tapping with her walking cane made from some wood. She’s mumbling words, speaking and asking someone. The old woman lifts her eyes up and sees the grieving girl. Serpentine, fast and swift moves and the old woman, seemed before to be hardly stand on her feet, turns out to be near the mourning girl. The woman touches the girl’s palm with her bony and sinewy hand. It is wet because of tears…

‘You…’

Victoria opened her eyes. There was Kharon’s face with an obvious riddle on before hers.

‘What an interesting dream,’ he whispered. ‘You seem to be coming to yourself.’

The girl carefully moved her fingers and she was so happy when her limbs responded to the call of the brain. She couldn’t help smiling.

‘Kharon’ she said in a strident voice, having understood her organism functioning again. ‘I’ve been so scared.’

‘Hush,’ he put his finger on across her whispering lips, ‘you have no need to speak now, to expend your energies to describe the thing I’ve been watching the whole day.’

Victoria looked at him in surprise. What did he mean the whole day? She thought she was sleeping for ten minutes. Victoria shifted her gaze at the clock and got surprised: it was seven pm. The picture behind the window told the same.

‘7 pm?’ Vic decided to confirm the seeing.

‘No, it’s 58 minutes and 32 seconds to 7 pm. You have to rest. Don’t speak and move.’

‘I need to go to the bathroom.’

‘Bathroom?’ Kharon asked in amaze. ‘Oh, sure. Bathroom!’

He took her in his arms and went to the bathroom.

‘I need to put on.’

‘Why? You look beautiful. When finished your business, call me. I’ll bring you back.’

Touching every inch Victoria was moving forward, holding the wall. Having done her business Vic got into the shower cubicle also by inches of the wall. The night before was too pleasant not to let any tracks which had to be washed off despite she’d like to keep them forever.

Water quietly purled, enveloping the body with cool freshness. Vic had to sit on the floor under the shower as she had no strength to stay but she had to wash herself.

Having heard water sounds Kharon came up to the bathroom door and closed his eyes. He wanted so much to read the girl’s mind, understand and accept it. But her heard nothing. Unconscious instinct of the witch worked well, and the demon realized it. Not knowing Vic hid and closed everything that was on her mind from him. Witches were usually very powerful and strong creatures. However, to have any impact on incubus she had a little strength, but she would obviously try. That was for sure. Kharon didn’t want that to happen. But he didn’t also want Victoria to hide her mind from him. If he said to her that it was her exactly who closed her from him, there would be many questions which the demon wouldn’t like to answer.

A loud crash distracted the demon from thinking. He immediately came into the bathroom. Under the water pressure, having leaned on the glass wall, the girl was sitting with a smile on her face. There were bottles lying around which had fallen with crash.

The demon silently and thoughtfully looked at the smooth legs, holding together, tucked up beneath the girl. The smile was on her face. The stupid one. Shameful eyes yearned him to see her nudeness and by leaps and bounds being afraid of it. Her fingers nervously touched the lying near bottles. Her wet hair, having become different colour, curled because of water, hid the upper part of her body.

Kharon was serious, quiet and pensive. Slightly screwed his eyes up, he was intently looking at the girl’s smile. How much strength she needed to smile? To keep that smile? Why did she do that if she couldn’t almost stand it? She had no energy, it’d been taken away. The died-out site of life fire was still in her eyes, her fingers shook, the heart beat quiet, she had barely energy to take a sigh to fill her lungs with air… And now she was wasting energy to smile.

‘Why are you…’ Victoria closed her eyes, made a pause, exhaled and whispered again, ‘looking at me… like this?’

Her question didn’t sound like a question. If there’d been no “why” Kharon would hardly have got that Vic had asked something.

‘You’re strange people. I’m getting more and more interested – why? Why are you smiling when your heart’s crying?

Kharon squatted down near the girl. She closed her eyes and was about to faint again, relaxing her body as her strength failed her quickly. But she didn’t wipe her smile away.

‘Because it’s always more pleasantly to look at a smile,’ she muttered, throwing back her head, gasping.

Kharon kept silence. He didn’t understand. Who carried what others like? Why did she need to think of it?

‘You have to think of obtaining your energy stores not of smiling. It’d be better and… more logically.’

‘I don’t think…’ a deep inhale. ‘I just wanna smile… at you. Wash me, please, I’m exhausted.’

The girl stopped moving her fingers and got frozen. Then her smile died on her lips. She seemed not to be breathing, looked like a dead. Kharon took the washing spray and directed the gentle water trickles on the weak girl. The goosebumps appeared at once, but Victoria didn’t shiver.

The man carefully raised slightly her head to kiss her wet lips. They were lifeless fully. He wetted her red, grown dim hair again.

‘Every time I touch your head, by force of will I can hear your thoughts streaming in your head… I can hear you want to smile because you’re happy with what’s going on now… But you have no energy to do what you want to. I feel your thoughts speaking impudently and unwittingly, begging me to lay your body in arms of fondling… now. Tell me, Victoria, are you… out of your mind?’

Having heard the question Vic tried to open her eyes, move somehow, deny persecution. But all was for nothing.

‘No, don’t. Don’t speak.’ Kharon stroked her with water then put his hand on her forehead. ‘No, dear, I didn’t mind offending you. Don’t take it so hard. I’m just trying to understand you.’

The demon didn’t take his hand away from her head, reading all the information like if he had been blind touched with his fingers Braille script in a speechless book. Her thoughts were so pleasant for him! He loved her thinking about him, he liked that she liked him. He just liked… But Kharon even didn’t try to get that unusual feeling of love. He had never felt nothing of it and in fact he didn’t understand why he needed it.

Kharon brought the weak girl in the room and got her to bed. For a long time, he was sitting near her, examining the night coming down, made him deep into his thoughts.

He glanced at the sleeping girl and, having grinned, he left home. His interest in everything around him didn’t leave him alone. He wanted to study people…

4

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October 2013 (Friday)

A week later after the night spend with almost the Devil Victoria finally felt healthy, found energies and easiness. That was Friday. Victoria was at work, tried to project a new design of company product.

She drew with not stopping, examined fine details and dashes, having no desire to think about anything. She had a well-drown sketch when there was a small envelop in the display corner.

Vic stopped drawing, having torn herself away from the sketch and looked at the blinked envelop.

“What’s that?” was her thought when she thought gritted teeth put the pen aside and started reading message details.

Good morning, Victoria

I inform you that on behalf of the country manager, Gregory Dogmanov, the meeting has been arranged for today at 3 pm. Business-lunch takes place on the 3d floor in “La Esperanza” café. Please, have your laptop with you.

Executive Assistant

Lidia Sviridova”

The girl frowned and read the message again. She didn’t know who Gregory Dogmanov was and what a business-lunch was settled and why her participation was necessary. She got share of distrust and doubt in her mind. What if they were going to dismiss her? On the other hand, the country manager absolutely had something else to do but not to invite potentially dismissed employees to lunches.

The girl let it all hang out and kept on drawing. She bended very low above her sketch, intently scratching details with the plastic pen, which were transferred into the display at once.

Suddenly all stopped. There were no moves. Silence. Victoria didn’t like it ahead of the game. As she was no stranger to when the world stopped moving and it meant a crappy omen completely.

Her eyes became heavy… Victoria resisted but as a result she closed her eyes and turned out to be in some washy hall. Flying through it at a great speed, she tried to see murmurated things. The walls were enweaved of glimpses of strangers’ faces, indoor scenes, multi-coloured lightings and letters. There were many different letters not only in Cyrillic. Everything surrounded flew through Victoria fast-paced. She didn’t have time to catch anything with her eyes, dissolving in the eternal vision stream.