Kors pushed his hair a little to the side, examining the lobe stretched out by the iron tunnels:
“Two fingers come in.”
Nikto shook his head slightly, dodging Kors, forcing him to pull his fingers out of the tunnel:
“Enough of fiddling with me like with a toy, really! Why are you looking at me like that again?”
“Strange movements, how strange you are moving, I cannot get used to it. When you want to turn your head, you turn your whole body. Where you can just turn your head, you turn your shoulders.”
“This is a habit from the collar, it restricted me.”
Kors ran his fingers over the obvious calluses, the hard, hardened skin on the neck of Nikto:
“I’m guilty, because of me they put it on you. Everything that has happened to you since birth is all because of me. Your appearance, your paralysis, your scars.”
Nikto was silent.
“Where is it now?”
“What?!”
“Your collar.”
“It stayed at the blacksmith’s, in Arel’s Estate.”
“Why didn't you take it off earlier?”
“Everyone liked it. The prince liked it.”
“Did you really obey Prince Arel?”
“In the beginning, yes.”
“Did he humiliate you?”
“Yes.”
“Same as I did?”
Nikto thought for a minute:
“No, stronger, and at the same time no… less. He exhausted me more physically, and you press hard with words.”
“Exhausted physically, that sounds great!”
“He beat hard, broke my nose, knocked out my front teeth, almost broke my jaw, ah-ah, also the knee…”
“Enough! Why did you let him?!”
“I knocked out his eye.”
“Are you crazy?!”
“I liked it myself. I liked his games.”
Kors looked at Prince Arel, who was still sitting on the bed without changing his posture and listening to their conversation with a slightly condescending expression on his face. Arel noticed Kors' gaze, and a slight haughty smile touched his beautiful lips.
“No matter how you humiliate him, he remains a master,” Kors was amazed, “he still feels his superiority over mere mortals, I “hear” him! Tell me, did he tell you the same as I did, about his superiority? That he is true black?”
“Well, of course! “I am a prince, no one is equal to me, only Demons”, Nikto grinned, “well and all that. He is the same as you, noble blacks, in fact, well, maybe just now just a little less freaking out.”
“You slept with Lis. And you were with other people of the prince too?”