- Not! You do not understand! You can't leave! You are connected! And it's dangerous here. Understand? This is not your village. Even the world is different!

All the friendliness has vanished from me. I again realized where and with whom I am. Fucking manipulator and psycho, he managed to steam my brains. Well no. I just won't give up! Reception, when they hold my hand, I worked out perfectly.

“Let go,” I hissed. And twisting his wrist, she pushed at Mark, and she rushed to the door.

I almost slipped on the light-brown parquet, but I still managed to hold on and crashed into the huge wooden door with my whole body and fell out. Dark. God, did they keep me for half a day?! The territory in front of the house was illuminated by a stern-looking bowl, in which birch logs crackled. Well now, of course! So I ran past them. To be in full view!

I swerved to the side, crashing into bushes that clung to my skin, hair, pants. Having made her way through them, she rushed on, feeling relieved. Yes, it's dark. Can't see anything, but at least I'm not indoors with two psychos!

I know the forest very well. I need to orient myself a little and ... my leg suddenly did not find support and I flew into the void. An afterthought reminded me of the existence of sinkholes. Many of which are so deep that to get out ... But the trouble is - there are NO such in our forest! Maximum - pits half a meter deep! A strong blow with his back and head did not let him think. Everything started spinning, and I coughed, unable to breathe. And so she remained lying as she lay. Twisting and bending the left leg.

That's all Alinochka. You can look for yourself in the chronicles missing. Gone, gone, not found. I wonder if Alina will tell you at least something? It was so embarrassing for everything. Which, it seems, framed a childhood friend. The guy who looked like an ideal turned out to be a maniac moved on his head. The pain of falling, the fear of death, but most of all, the understanding of how upset the parents will be.

Mom with dad. Will they make it? If only yes.

I whimpered softly.

Chapter 5

So. OK. No panic.

Legs and arms intact. All smeared, but this is also nonsense. What is thinner than three centimeters is not considered dirt, and what is thicker will fall off by itself.

I got up carefully, but apart from the sore scratches on my arms and legs and a sore back, there would obviously be a huge bruise, I didn’t find anything terrible. I looked around. Nothing encouraging. The darkness is pitch-black, but the eyes gradually get used to it. I don't know what time it is, but it feels very late in the evening! For some reason, the sky is covered with terrible reddish clouds, which, of course, added oil to my spiritual anxieties.

Okay, calm down. First of all, you need to get out of the hole, and only then find out where it came from, why it is so dark and why the clouds are so strange. It's good that there were no snags below. I would plant it like a skewers.

Loose sand swallowed my feet. I thought about shaking out my sneakers, but what's the point? Looking around, she approached the vertical wall of her dungeon. Salvation is here, just a meter. Roots stick out at the top, maybe it will catch on?

Jumped up. Feet are buried in the sand, so calling it a jump is a very big stretch. I tried again, tore off the thin spine. Another attempt - a twig, but I was doused with sand. Ambush!

And what to do? Call for help - maniacs will find. Wait - wild animals.

A crazy idea came up. I began to rake up all the sand, foliage, branches, stones and everything in a heap at the bottom. Need a little. I'll get out. It took longer to tinker than I expected. And yes, goodbye manicure. I didn't really have it, but still. Hands are dirty, with broken nails and blood. At least now on the cover of fashion magazines in the "before" section.

Finally, I managed to collect a bunch of rubbish that suited me. Having tamped down properly, I climbed to the top. Fingers clutched at the grass on the saving edge of the pit. So. Take it harder, rest on your knee, which hurt wildly and didn’t say thank you, but don’t give a damn and ... Come on ... almost ... come on, Alinka! The grass broke off, not wanting to support the weight. I would say that it's time to lose weight but too late. Hmm ... in principle, if you sit longer ...

Suddenly, a roar sounded from above. I don’t know who is growling like that, and I don’t want to know! Memory helpfully reminded me of the bird, but the sound is different now. God... Where did I go? Roar picked up by someone else and, worst of all, very close! I turned my head. If an unknown monster jumps towards me, I will do nothing. Nothing at all! Oh damn. Crap! Crap!!! How so, huh? From one trap to another and worse!

The sounds are very close. I heard someone's hoarse breathing, then suddenly a vaguely familiar growl. I could have been frightened, but for some reason I felt that it was not addressed to me, but to that first one.

Everything was silent. The heavy breathing disappeared, the monsters simply evaporated. Maybe I've gone crazy? Imagination? Can you get out?

– Do you need help? – phlegmatically asked from above. Or can you do it yourself?

- Go to the ass. Andestend?! I exclaimed, clutching the grass again.

The extinguished fear flared up with anger. If I get out, I will not run, but I will plant this pre-Englishman in the most important place! I even imagined what a pleasant sight it was, but, alas, a small barrier, in the face of the pit, did not want to disappear.

- OK.

It was quiet upstairs for a while. I tried to jump, but my great pyramid treacherously sagged, and I fell sideways, face-first into the sand. Your mother! Spitting, I jumped up and then I saw Lyo on the edge of the pit.

- Are you whole? He lifted his head, listening, then looked back at me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Let's help. Grab it. We won't hurt you, honestly. Alone here is very dangerous.

“Yeah, well,” she took a step back, but then it occurred to me that I was even worse trapped here than they were in the house.

If desired, and with their growth, they can easily climb in and out. So, you need to again use the chance for open space. Besides, we mustn't forget the creature I heard. I don’t know who is scarier, these two or the terrible beasts that come from nowhere in our forest ... is it ours? Something I already doubt.

- Okay, - I looked at him from under my brows, trying with all my might to make a calm and menacing look. “Let the gentleman go far away.” And then you too.

Leo looked around and shook his head.

- Good. Mark is sitting on a stump, five meters here. Will it do? He held out his hand again, trying to hang low.

- Ideally, five kilometers, but okay.

He started pulling me up and something went wrong. Sand fell into my eyes. I closed my eyes, and then a rustling sound, a surprised gasp, and Le fell on me with all his gigantic weight.

Of course, I collapsed under him on my back.

- You?! I warned! - I kicked, inflicting accurate punches and kicks on him, aiming at the most vulnerable places. She even scratched her face! - Don't dream! Help! - she screamed at the top of her lungs. - They rape! Kill! Fire! I am pregnant! Free food!

The guy shied away and pressed himself against the opposite end of the pit. I covered my nose with my palm, and when I took my hand away, I saw blood. Wow. Did I load it? It's my own fault!

“S-sorry, I…” He somehow cringed and looked up. In the place where Le had sat a moment ago, there was a neat notch. Some people need to lose weight too.

“I won’t forgive you,” I hissed, tossing my hair back. For some reason, I thought that I would now also pull either a witch or a madwoman. Who are you going to fuck with? - Traitor. I believed you! He pretended to be so cute, but he himself was there!

I noticed his gaze on my bruised knees. The fabric of the pants is thin, so they tragically fell in the race through the forest. A couple more careless gestures and a hole from the knee will open the thigh to the panties. Adjusting the edges of my bloomers, I glanced at Le.

- Do not even hope. It's easier to kill me, you understand? In general, I have principles before the wedding, no, no!

“Yeah, I wouldn’t…

“Are you going to get out or do I have to walk for another half hour?” - asked Mark, apparently from a hemp.

- You can walk at least until the end of your life and preferably in England! Just take your brother!

- As you wish. Leo, with things on the way out.

A hand dangled from a patch of black sky above us. My Soyamovite unleashed himself from the wall with some apprehension, looking at me as if I could kill him at any moment. He squeezed his brother's wrist and ... flew away. Simply, vzhuh and disappeared.

“Are you going to be pulled out or will you wait until they come to eat you?”

- What?!

A doomed sigh rolled over the forest, and then the paw hung from the ceiling a second time.

- Let's. You can not even voice your dirty fantasies about magic wands, pits or other metaphors. I, you know, also with principles. In bed only through the wedding. They rape her, right?

- What wedding? With whom? With you? – I cautiously put my hand in his shovel. Well, it's huge. - Dreaming! So principled that you only talk about bed and desires. Swim, we know! I heard the word “no” and immediately jump on leopard leggings! More precisely, on the ass in them!

You started these conversations. I support. Simple courtesy.

I didn't understand how I got to the top. Mark stepped back, clenching and unclenching his fists, as if he didn't know what to do next.

Don't touch Alina. She is protected by the sacred laws of the bet.

The prince chuckled without saying anything. Lyo still tried to calm the blood, but nothing worked.

“Warn her that she only made things worse by doing this,” he said nasally.

- What's the point? Mark objected. “She will still be there, but the company will be so-so.

- So maybe...

- Can not. Beloklykov seemed murky for a long time, and now, please, - he waved his hand in my direction. - Direct evidence. Yes, it would be better if I handed over this pendant to a pawnshop.

“So it’s all because of the suspension?” Damn, that's what I would say. Seriously, take it. She gave it to me, but if it's yours, hold it, - I ran up to Mark and handed him the chain, feeling relieved. - And Alina. No, just don't be offended, - I raised my palms. “But she said that even her parents like her boyfriend. They are strict with her, it’s clear why, well ... she didn’t want to be with you. Let them be happy, don't be angry. I smiled carefully. - Especially the agreement of the fathers. This is not the Middle Ages. You will still find the very one, the truth, - I looked into his eyes, hoping that he relented. – When you don’t growl too, you pull on the prince.

Mark listened with an impenetrable face. A couple of times he seemed to be holding back a burst of sarcasm, but he let me finish. He looked at the chain, then at me, and waved his hand.

- Keep it. Compensation for inconvenience.

- Umm, no. No need - I was afraid that the chain would not bring anything good. - Yes, and once, everything was resolved, for now. Leo, I'm sorry I scratched you. You fell on me, and I got nervous. Reflexes, you know? My dad is a wrestler. And so, you are a nice guy, - it carried me when I realized that all the horror was behind me.

- Never mind.

“Let’s go before the beasts come back,” Mark yelled and turned to me. “Get that crap out of here,” he grimaced, like the pendant was a symbol of his failure.

She will probably throw it behind her back, and she has a six-figure price! Well, we are not proud people. I don't need to leave. Maybe I'll take it to a pawn shop. The money will come in handy for us, since the raspberry buyers have thrown it.

Mark was the first to move along the path. I followed him, Le covered his back. It's strange, but when he didn't sparkle with his eyes and didn't pretend to be hard-to-reach blue-blooded with a crazy cuckoo, he even seemed ... attractive.

Damn, Alina, pull yourself together!

But it didn't work out. In his fleeting movements, facial expressions and voice, there was some kind of confusion and doom. It became envious that such a guy fell in love with Alinka, and even unrequited. Vaughn is worried.

“Listen,” I caught up with Mark and gently touched his forearm. - Don't worry so much. I don’t know what happened to you, since you started thinking about the massacre, but it’s not worth it. That's how many on TV they show that they open fire because of unhappy love. And what is the result? Innocent people are dying, but it doesn't get any easier. Do you want to ruin your life? You're handsome, with money. Yes, there is a bright future ahead.

He grimaced as if he had eaten a raspberry with a bug. I obviously didn't say that at all.

“There would be someone to shoot for,” he snorted. – The problem is higher.