Kharon put on every human movement. Could he do the same? What did he feel about the girl with Lucifer’s mark? Did he really feel?
Doubtlessly he understood he wanted to make love with her. She smelled of sex and despite of she was too young and awfully inexperienced, the demon felt a sexual moth-to-the-flame. Was it good? Was it enough for a woman? Sex in dreams was what he needed. He was never rejected, ashamed and always wanted. All his women waited for continuation in next dream, without thinking that they were going to die after the first night. None of them thought that the same thing could happen in reality.
Kharon was observing all people. He was listening to human speech and reading their minds. It was very often when speaking didn’t fit thinking. Sometimes speaking was beautiful and Kharon listened with delight to it. But there were wild thoughts floating through the head about how they were fed up with all of that. And good thinking and better speaking were more seldom.
Kharon was highly motivated not to disappoint his Lord and the girl whom disrespectful future would be waiting for.
4
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September 2013 (Wednesday, Afternoon)
Victoria was going by metro, Kharon was holding her from the left side. She was going to be interviewed again, the demon was just accompanying her.
They both kept silence. Victoria got her thoughts out of her head one by one, while the strong hands were embracing her. Kharon was smiling, looking at the useless attempts to stop thinking of love.
It was a strange and inapprehensible case for him: in the beginning people had been looking for love, long and passionately, having tried lots of woes. Then some of them were lucky and found love. Instead of obeying, yield to love, they started driving it out from hearts and heads. So, what was the matter? How was it possible?
Victoria was looking for an excuse for herself: I’ve got an interview and I don’t wanna look stupid.
‘Victoria Drache?’ a nice-looking girl appeared in big hall.
‘It’s me.’ Vic smiled, rising up from the chair.
‘Let me introduce myself – I’m Anne. I’m HR specialist for staff recruiting.’
‘Victoria. I’m a designer.’
‘Ok, Vic. Nice to meet you. Tell me about you a little.’
‘I graduated…’
Suddenly there was darkness before her eyes. That wasn’t just pitch-dark but a substation where one could wander eternally. Through the dull foggy curtains gray paths were seen, which were often crossed. It was a labyrinth. A terrible mischievous labyrinth.
The girl was alone between that darkness, enveloped with crossed paths. Breathing was becoming more difficult; her heart didn’t obey her. As a result, she was turning around like a humming-top. She tried to find out where to go and if she needed to go anywhere. The girl ran following her nose. She stepped from one path to another, going through the black walls, feeling their slight obstacles, which were got over with no problem.
Fear was closer and closer, ready to strangle with its emaciated hands like huge pincers. Panic was on the top of its madness, wrapping the consciousness…
‘Well, Victoria, I’m not gonna be cunning, I like you and… here is the list of documents that you need to hand in HR during next week. As soon as you’re done your paper work you can approach. Agree?’
Vic kept her eyes wide open at her interviewer. To say that she understood nothing meant to say nothing.
