The Mist and the Lightning. Part 12
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“Reds have a lot of slaves, well, choose whoever you want, a girl.”
“I don’t want. I love Claire!”
“But what to do with you ?! We’ll go to the Limit soon.”
“Can I take Valentine with me?”
“You can! Just don't spoil him too much!”
“Can I remove the muzzle from him in the Limit? It is difficult for him to eat because of it. He suffers in this iron.”
“Aren't you suffering in a helmet? Your head is completely closed, and he has only part of his face closed.”
“But you let me take it off from time to time, when I'm in your room, and he should never take it off! I will return everything back later, they will chain everything as it was, Arel will not notice.”
“No! He will notice. And Valene will only feel worse. Anything that Arel put on him can’t be removed! Valene belongs to the prince, he is his thing! His! Would you be pleased if something was done with your thing, changed without your knowledge? Don't set your rules here!”
And seeing how sad the face of his unclean dog became, Nikto hugged him, hugged him and, probably, if Arel saw them now, sitting like this, squeezing each other in arms, he would be jealous, and very much. Because something in this was not just kind, friendly, and not just a good attitude of the master to the slave. There was something else here, something that Arel would prefer not to think about.
Nikto pulled away from Verniy a little:
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