Nikto was silent.
“What were you trying to get breaking an obedient slave? What?” She approached Nikto closely, looking into his eyes. Without taking his eyes off her terrible eyes, Nikto slowly put the glass back on the table. “So,what did you want from him?” She repeated. “Disobedience ?!”
Nikto looked down and she laughed. As easy, as, for example, the boy- servant, hit him on the face with herhand. And Arel jumped up on the bed, he did not understand their language, but he saw their actions, and was ready to rush at her at any moment, to hold histeeth in her throat.
But Nikto beat him. Having seized her hands, he forcefully threw Emba away from him. Falling, she hit the bed, hissed.
“What a pity you weren't there, in the alley,” said Arel, looking down at her from the bed.
“What is he saying,” she asked.
“He regrets that he did not kill you in his time,” Niktoanswered, getting up from his chair.
Emba laughed nervously.
“Good boy! Oh, he would never think to harm you and spoil himself!”
“Feed him”, ordered Nikto and took a step towards the bed.
Emba recoiled.
“No!”
Very quickly, Nikto approached and yanked her up, hurled her at Arel.
“No!” Emba screamed, fear now clearly visible on her face without expression before. She looked around nervously, and her gaze fell to the door.
“Don't even try,” said Nikto.
Emba rushed to the door. Nikto sharply threw forward his hand, trying to grab her? Emba was incredibly fast, lightning like a snake. She was halfway to the door when she fell, collapsed like a bag, clumsily entangled in a dress? Raising her head, she opened her mouth, closing her eyes, it was possible to decide that she would now scream with all her strength, scream wildly, loudly. But any sound came from her lips.
“It’s useless to scream, Emba,” Nikto chuckled. “No matter how loud you scream, the “unclean” will not hear you here. This castle was built by literate people, and these walls are suppressed by the cries of people like you!’
“So that's why you lured me here!” she darted around the room, clawing at the walls in desperation. Not letting Nikto go to her.
“Your own curiosity lured you here! I just invited you to come, and if you can, to help me.”
“I helped! I did everything that is necessary!”
“This is not enough for me!”
“Do not come close! Do not come to me!”
“You don’t have to do anything that I ask!” despite her fierce resistance, Nikto still managed to grab her, writhing, splashing her saliva. He was stronger, wringing her hands in several precise movements, grabbing a knife and slashing Emba around her wrist. Dark, maroon, almost black blood spurted from the cut.
“It will cost you a lot!” she hissed, choking with rage and pain, it seemed that only her full of hatred not blinking eyes can destroy.
“Do what I said!” Nikto again threw her on the bed to Arel. Arel recoiled in horror.
“Well, you regret it! Take it!” Emba held out her cut, bloody hand to him. “Eat, little bastard!”
And then Arel felt Nikto grabbing his hair, putting pressure on the back of his head and pushing him forward to that nasty hand.
“No!” Arel tried to escape. His lips touched warm and dry skin and something else cold and clammy. He felt his stomach bouncing to his throat from stupefying disgust. He felt Nikto throw his head back up, not letting him expel that mucus that had already fallen into his mouth.
