He asked to kiss until dizzy? .. How? .. After all, he himself did not answer, remaining motionless. Defiantly looking away. Enjoying her futile attempts. Her tears. Her humiliation.

And she knew it.

Fear rushed to the head along with the blood, eclipsing the mind.

Need to survive. At any price.

With these thoughts, the girl touched his cheek with the tips of her aching fingers, as if wondering what to do, stood up on stiff legs, stiff and unresponsive, and, almost falling, sat on his knees, hating and dreaming that he would fall down dead ... right now … right here… leaving her alone…

He looked like a psycho. And he acted like a bastard. But if we discard all this, it felt like he was an ordinary man.

But how can all this be discarded?!

The shadows curling in the corners laughed soundlessly at her incoherent thoughts. The box was silent. There was an eerie silence.

The girl hesitated for a few seconds, gathering her strength, and then dug into his lips with an almost insane kiss. And bitten to the point of blood.

It dropped the hook. The trigger released and feelings shot out, flying through the body, destroying the mind.

There was a flash before her eyes, and if not for his hands, she would have fallen.

The box sounded again by itself.

And then…

***

... gray-blue eyes look at her with tenderness and love.

His lips softly touch hers.

Their fingers are intertwined.

"I love you," a light whisper tickles her ear.

"I love you" - it's so nice to agree with reciprocity and fall into each other's arms.

They lie on his jacket right on the ground, and tall grasses are everywhere. Herbs hide them. Herbs know their secret. Herbs are witnesses to everything.

He repeats her name. She strokes his shoulder.

Inside, gentle watercolor autumn, without winds and with tons of golden sunlight. And outside, she is.

Chilly. The sky is low, blue, full of strength.

It smells of apples and intoxicatingly bitter wormwood.

And the tumbleweed jumps joyfully, and inside everything is also joyful and light.

He's never kissed anyone before her, and he's inexperienced, but she loves it. He doesn't know much about anything and seems to be shy, but he is drawn to her just as much as she is.

She enjoys having him around. Smiling happily. He holds his face in his hands, laughs loudly, and ...

***

... and then he seemed to go crazy. He grabbed her by the shoulders, painfully dug his fingers into the delicate skin, greedily responding to the kiss - as if it were the last kiss in his life. Furious, painful, destructive.

Crazy, just like him.

The kiss lingered. Hatred, despair, destructive force.

Every muscle was tense. Every nerve is exposed.

It sparkled inside.

And it felt like a fight.

The girl did not remember how she lost control. I didn’t understand how I began to enjoy everything that was happening - brittle, fragile, like glass, and just as sharp.

Dangerous.

Abnormal.

She clung to the man's tense shoulders, pressed against his chest, threw up her chin, allowing marks to be left on his strained neck, clutched at his hair, whispered something completely incoherent.

Drowning.

She flew.

Pleasure pierced right through - through the lungs and heart, rushed down through the stomach.

She forgot about everything he did. I forgot that he is a monster. Enjoyed, overcoming the shaky border of fear.

"Candy-Candy-Candy," he said hoarsely in between, searing her skin with his hot breath. What are you doing to me, Candy? Too dizzying...

And she, experiencing almost physical pain from the fact that her captor was moving away, caught his lips, kissing him again and again.

He pulled away first and carefully sat her in his chair, and she began to cry - from disappointment. She tried to climb onto his lap again, but he roughly pushed her away from him and leaned back again. His chest heaved frequently. The gaze pierced through. And she wanted to continue. She was drawn to him no matter what.

There was silence between them. The shadows lingered. They smiled.

A few tens of seconds of breaking, and the girl came to her senses, realizing where she was and what was happening to her. A new wave of soul-rending fear passed through the body, now no longer bound with ropes.

What got into her?!

Stockholm Syndrome?

Or has she finally… gone crazy?

The man looked at her tenderly. Only purple eyes became even more terrible. They had no glare. There was nothing in them but this all-consuming radiant madness.

"Let me go," the girl asked in a barely audible voice. Hope left penultimately - her body would leave after her. And then the soul will ascend to heaven. Or collapse into the halls of hell.

"I'll let you go," her captor agreed easily. There was no hint of truth in his words. - I promised.

She wrung her hands. Let it end. You are welcome. Let, let, let...

Just make sure it's painless.