Now she lay in a clean bed, so pure, that underwear even скрипело.
Top of the duvet in crispy starch blanket.
At first she could not think what was happening to her where she is.
Bed it was surrounded by some four-poster bed, non-transparent, made of thick white silk. The canopy was light искусстенного lighting, and she first decided to be in a hospital.
She couldn't really remember what happened to it. Some memories, and maybe it was just a dream, flashed in my head. They were отрывчатыми and filthy, and Veronica looked like it was a hard and terrible dream.
Last light that she remembered, so it is a conversation with school friend who promised to take her to his компаньонши on the market.
On the thought of him she decided to concentrate on a bad dream, this phantasmagoric nightmare gone from her mind forever.
However, as soon as she tried to move, wild pain in all мыщцах all over the body, vagina, uterus, rectum — everywhere — shot like lightning.
From this outbreak she piercing howled.
In that second, following after awakening, Веорника realized that it was not a bad dream, and even more nightmarish reality.
Howl that turned into a groan of bitterness, from the eyes of the tears began to fall.
Canopy stirred, its floor was opened, and the interior had a female face.
-Очухалась, my friend! said person.
Veronica had something she wanted to ask, but the language was painful to move, in throat go dry, and she only замычала as a cow.
-Yes, Chica, is left for you! — произнесло woman's face. -Tell me thanks! Mommy you wanted to consumption, put, because I decided that you окочуришься still апосля such a steep изъябения. But I persuaded barely, that she cancelled her disposal. She told you in the trash can to throw! And there's a garbage truck and dump!
Face fell silent and looked at it for some time, apparently expecting gratitude, but not waiting continued:
-I am for you five hundred доллариев "Mamma" unfastened his! Liked you to me! Immediately, I saw fell in love with you! Would be the man!.. E-eh! Well, che say something, say it!"
Face again became wait for a response.
Veronica wanted to move my tongue, but the pain made her do it.
Before the eyes of Veronica all dizzy, and she again plunged into the darkness...
She woke up.
Now memories have been clearer.
Sore all at once, and she thought that her nightmare пригрезился. Nightmare and was her life.
She suddenly wanted to pray, but she didn't know any prayers. However, the Veronica reason was sure that if she turned with prayer to some Saint or even to the most Holy mother of God, that would have saved her, вызволила it out of this hell.
But Veronica did not know how to pray, and therefore only bitterly and silently cried.
The canopy was closed again. Behind him still burned with the light of fluorescent lighting.
Now Veronica стралась not to move, to not scream from the piercing pain. She did not want to re-thought this strange woman's face, which would become her to tell about what it paid for it five hundred dollars to her't thrown into a huge trash can, which is served each morning transported far beyond the city heavy Laden any rubbish garbage truck.
Then, if not killed when booting, it would have found living there, on the vast as the whole city, trash gang directory of homeless people and give the wife for some to his king.
She was horrid. Crap this, as soreness bred somewhere within, in the soul.
She shouldn't be here now! It shouldn't have happened to her! Veronica waited another, happy destiny, full of joy, success, wealth... she's been here? As everything changed in her life, so suddenly, so fast and so wrong? She fell asleep in the light room a Princess, and woke up in a basement, a Baker or a dishwasher, or a cleaner... no, worse — a prostitute!
A prostitute!!! A whore!!!
In the terrible dream she couldn't imagine anything like that. In its view, the prostitutes were fallen women, who themselves have chosen such a way. It was their conscious choice. They knew what they were!
Never, ever, that she would not become a prostitute!
And suddenly some evil fate fate so подшутила with it is that of the wife of the businessman it became a prostitute. And she couldn't do anything about it! She even could not move! It hurt! Hurt in my heart hurt in the body! She wanted to cease to exist as a bad, bad movie!
Veronica stared up into the center of the cone, where the canopy converge in a knot, and lay, lay for a long time, motionless. Tears ran down her cheeks. They were tears of impotent rage and despair.
The world suddenly changed around her and began to others. She didn't want to. She кутек, puppy, who lost сучкину boob a little bit, now squeaked all in the soul, led back lost your little Paradise that — she hadn't even thought of ever — so precious to her.
In my head and climbed all sorts of things. Вопсоминания, regret.
They бередили soul as sharp hooks, causing unbearable mental suffering. Oh, if only, if only...
If it were not so, if she is not married to the Hippo, and threw herself on the neck of the lowly безродному лейтенантику Yakovlev, the same as she.
He probably would have married her! After all, she saw that he likes! Veronica watched how he looks at her. Though, maybe, she seemed...
But if I had my way!
Then she went into some backwoods, as many of her friends from school, who leaped marry young servicemen gabbing away behind her from артучилища. And, perhaps, would be happy there any small happiness that a man's salary for a piece of bread, some kind of angle for life.
She would wait for him with services every day. In the evening he came dirty and tired from the landfill. She would feed him his dinner, and then they would go to bed...
From the latest thoughts dreams suddenly burst like a soap bubble. Veronica suddenly like a stinking rubbish inside experienced, felt nauseous.
Memories about past humiliations during the Orgy suddenly surged with all frankness. And they were in pain, as well as from attempts to move.
Veronica began to cry again. Crying already and was not hurt: the body gradually recovered. Tears streaming down her lovely cheeks like that, a burning crimson, feverish cheeks, down her beautiful face on the neck with traces from the collar in the form of a belt of bruising and plaques from hats bolts of thorns.
The canopy was bright and quiet.
Veronica wanted now the only one to come around more never had anybody that nobody bothered, and so, at last, she could die, quietly, calmly, without pain.
It agreed was lying so, motionless, waiting for the death of a day or a week, at least a thousand years. She was ready to become a stone, but only to her anymore nobody bothered not grabbed her by the arms and legs, not collected would beam in his fist in her hair, not interfered in it, in the most intimate and she loved, nooks of her body against the will of her soul, would not causing her more pain...
Somewhere there was a sound of trigger lock.
There were voices. In the room, echoing from the sounds, not very big, somebody come in, talking. The vote was слышлно that a man and a woman.
Veronica couldn't move, but she wanted this moment to become the size of a mouse, so it's not found, lost on that pure, white, tucked expensive, rustling bed linen.
She was scared, that all that she had to start again, to repeat again. Sounds male voice made her heart in fear to shudder, and then stand still from wild fright.
Inside the canopy again просунулось already familiar now has a female face, her rescuer.
-And awake? Saying that though, can you?
The person waiting for a while, but then disappeared.
-Here it is! there was a canopy for the voice of a woman. -See it!
Inside the canopy просунулось male face with a grey beard, with the same white mustache and glasses.
Veronica couldn't move, because I knew that it would cause her a lot of pain, but she wanted to hide in a mattress, catch up with its surface, to become a sheet of fright.
After the canopy просунулась hairy man's hand. She threw the blanket that was covered Veronica. Face with glasses was viewing her body. Veronica couldn't lift her head, could not turn. She only looked at this person, and she was very, very scared and ashamed.
She had the feeling that she piece of meat, which examines the butcher before his cut. She felt cold, rough men's fingers touch her hips, why it is bent and spread her legs, pushing the labia. All these touching were painful and cold, burned her like a cold поамя.
Face leaned toward her pelvis. The canopy просунулась second hand with a small flashlight, which a man was shining somewhere in the area, her crotch.
Veronica feel unbearable pain because the male face is picked fingers inside her pussy, in her anus, but couldn't even bite his lip.
The person in glasses, in which glimmered her bare thigh under the folded on the chest sheets, continued to something высматртривать in her genitals, now continuously цокая, or surprise, or from empathy.
His examination of her genitals, дицо glasses shifted his attention on his stomach and chest, but for a long time there had been delayed.
Bed Veronica walked, and on the other side of the canopy просунулась her спасиительница. She love to stare at her.
"Don't worry! — she explained to the man of your observations. -Shivering! — then turned to Veronica. Is a doctor!
The doctor continued цокать, pushing it to one, then the other breast Veronica, leading him with a finger, touching, then covered her with a blanket and disappeared through the canopy.
A woman's face is also gone. Veronica heard a whisper of a doctor who spoke with her new girlfriend.
From the pain, shame, shame, that she could not now even move, and everyone is so come and caress her body, breed in the side of the legs, pushing his fingers buttocks, to sit, not спросясь, even in her most secret place, she was ashamed, disgusted and it was so painful I wanted to die immediately, right now cease to exist. She did not agree with the position suddenly. And this caused such mental suffering that she had never known.
The canopy again came the click of the lock.
The Saviour of her soon returned and plunged again inside the canopy.
Now her face seemed so foreign, as before. Veronica had time to get used to it, and even, it was nice to see him, although she did not know why.
-In General! — reported that, then wondering, apparently, as сформулиоровать all she wanted his words to her from the diagnosis of the doctor. Doctor says you're hit, my friend! He is not sure, but you may have to do the surgery. In General, says that you ought to be examined in a hospital put. But "mommy" you never here not let go! It easier for you in the garbage truck send, than in the hospital... Yes, a friend asked me the task you — I do not know what to do! You're saying that even though you can't or dumb?
Veronica looked at her and cried. Tears ran down her beautiful little face, and she thought, looking at the woman: "Kill me, only not hurt!"
Назвавшаяся Savior was silent, as if listening, would not answer, but then I remembered:
"Oh, Yes! You now put on a drip...
Her spirits suddenly changed:
I don't know why I'm fooling with you, spend money on you! Who are you to me this anyway?! Maybe you, in General, окочуришься, but I'm here стелюсь in front of you!
Now the woman stared at her, and her face like a theatrical stage, reflected the struggle of passions that took place inside. It was evident, as the painfully ponders what to do: continue wasting a lot of money on treatment Veronica, or allow the nurse to send her body in the garbage truck.
We heard that in the room someone came in.
Something was brought and put near the bed Veronica, for a canopy. It просунулась another head. It was a woman in a white cap. In her arms she held a cotton wool and needle connected to the system.
-Okay! said the Saviour. "You lie while прокапают you! And I went to work. Me till the morning! The light I'm not a turn off! I hope that in a couple of weeks оклимаешься! Maybe it! However, treat you to do this! Spend the money!..
A moment later the room was empty. Veronica was left alone again, alone with their heavy reflections.
She felt that she shut down again...
When she woke up, the system was not.
She почувтсовала that she is much better. Move she could not, but the pain was not such a total, захватывавшая all consciousness and not even think давддавшая
The canopy is still a light was burning. System on the hand was not. Probably, it's been quite some time.
The lock clicked into place. Someone came in. He heard excited whisper of the few female voices. They have something to vigorously talking.
The canopy просунулась her Savior. She is fun stared at her, then said with some optimism and enthusiasm:
-Well, you as a friend?!
-Yes, nothing like! Veronica was surprised that can speak.
-Oh! First time I hear what you are saying! — surprised woman. "I thought ashamed to say that you're dumb! Hey, girls led! Want to look at you!
-And what look at me?! "said Veronica.
-Well! We don star! We can say that the star of "outer Space"! Not had time to be, and all about you just say!
-Why me something I say?! Veronica felt that telling her still hard is quickly tired of it.
-Well! "she now спасиительница. -Probably, from the times of the Mongol-Tatar yoke nobody in Moscow not ябли as you. And secondly, you are very beautiful! Hey girls I start?!
Veronica was uncomfortable that she came to see how the little beast in a cage, but remembering the kindness rescuer and her five hundred spent on saving bucks, she agreed.
The canopy просунулось several women's smiling heads.
Veronica suddenly seemed as if the memory of a childhood that came to visit her in the hospital пионерлагеря her girlfriends on the force, and even my heart was somehow easier from this host of smiling, curious, looked at her looking faces.
-Oh! Vika, well done! She is now your friend, Yes?! Ангелинку on her cunt mixer?! Well, you and steal yourself broke — blood with milk?! — appreciated someone Veronica. -Where is this?! Obviously with Yugov girl!
-I don't know! Heard from the "moms"that Ukrayny from somewhere! "replied her Savior. "Where you from itself?!
-From Sumy! — Veronica replied.
Is that? do Vika.
-The city of...
-Great?!
-Large...
-No, not heard! — отрезюмировала Vika. -But we in Moscow as well! However, girls?!
-Aha! Moscow super! This is the best city! -Ur! heard разноголосье всебщего consent, слоно they соббрались here to the meeting.
