“Maybe you have had enough?”
“No! I will drink, I am happy! My Nik is coming soon!”
“Where did the portal take him to? Maybe he’s in his Unclean Limit. Two months have passed!”
“He will come. He will come to me. He promised!”
“And what about Karina?”
“What Karina? I shit on this bitch! Who cares?!”
“Well, then you asked me: “How will he take revenge on Kors? How will he take revenge on Kors?” You see, he took revenge. He ran away, making a fool of him, and grabbed his beloved daughter!”
“Yes! He's cool, right?!” Arel laughed.
“And you whined, you were afraid that nothing would come of it.”
“I believed. I believed, and…”
“What?”
“We need to prepare for his meeting! We need to meet him properly!” Arel opened a drawer and took out a box of dyes, smiled a drunken smile, looking at Lis.
“What are you up to?” In the voice of Lis there was tension.
“I don’t have a bell strip here, otherwise I would put it on you again.”
Lis said nothing, but a look of doom appeared on his face.
“I have here a lot of muzzles for slaves,” Arel threw a muzzle mask consisting of thin straps at Lis.
“Do you want to put it on me?” Lis asked somewhat defiantly.
“I wanted to. You're a slave of Nikto, and I thought that such a meeting he would like. Twenty years ago, all the slaves here wore such. They are slightly different so that you can immediately identify a slave from a plantation or a slave from a barnyard. This is the muzzle of the slave who served in the house.”
“And, that is, it should be an honor for me? Well, Arel, give me the muzzle of the slave of the cesspool cleaner! I'll put it on!”
Arel laughed:
“Lis, I wanted to do it, but I changed my mind.”
“It's strange. I can't even imagine why?”
“They all have a leather flap in place of their mouths. When the slave ate, he could lift it a little, and still he always walked with his mouth shut so that his rotten teeth were not visible and so as not to offend the sirs with the stench.”
“And? What confused you?”
“I like to see your mouth, your lips. How you twist them, even now, in an attempt to seem indifferent. This is so funny! You make me laugh, Lis. And I remembered, remembered something that will hook you much more than a banal slave muzzle.”
“You…” Lis looked at the box in his hand.
“Who are you, Lis?”
And Lis lowered his head: