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She screamed and whimpered completely indistinctly.
Continuing to speak fluent English, Olga turned her head towards Igor: – They don’t bother their knees at all.
They really like it! – Olga whipped her second girl across her breasts.

She moaned softly.
Although the whip was made of soft skin, bright red stripes remained on the girl’s breasts.
Olga went to one of the “actresses” and took off her black bag.
Under it was a girl with blue frightened eyes, full of tears, with a red rag in her mouth and a very tightly wrapped transparent scotch mouth.
Olga looked the girl in the eye and slowly began to compress the turns of the rope, wrapping her neck and pole.
The girl wheezed and her face reddened.
– Are you dissatisfied with something, bitch? – Olga asked politely.
It looks like the girl did not understand English, in which Olga addressed her.
Not understanding, she nodded her head.
“So you will have to atone for my guilt.”
Chapter 6 “wound” I do not like to remember my first wound, but those that were behind him are also unpleasant to remember.
And this, stupid and shameful, I want to forget like a bad dream.
But for the story, I still briefly tell you what happened next.
The first days after the clash with the rioters, I remember vaguely, I was in a fever, and I constantly wanted to drink.
Mentor drove me to some village, throwing his horse over the croup like a sack.
During those brief moments, when the consciousness returned to me, I saw only the ground under the horse’s hooves and I remember that it seems to me even vomiting from shaking.
Then I lay in a peasant’s house and some girl gently washed my wound and bandaged me, and Jake helped her.
I was in a fever, shivering and constantly wanted to sleep, but I myself went to the toilet, albeit with help.

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The same girl helped me, as it turned out later, she was a local healer, and I rarely saw Jake.
Later, I learned that we stayed in the village for only two days and at that time the mentor persuaded the locals to help him to transport me to the castle, where there is an experienced doctor and the necessary conditions to care for the wounded.
But these two days seemed to me a whole eternity.
Later, I was taken on a cart along the very same road that four days ago I was like a bird rushing towards my “love” and where I almost found my death.
The path to the fortress was especially difficult, I remember it worst of all, because I was in a fever especially badly.
I remember only one moment.
I open my eyes and meet my gaze with a mentor who rides his horse next to my cart.
He smiles at me.
“Hang on, hare, it’s not long before, we will be home soon,” says Jake, and I see something in his look that I have not seen before.
What a special tenderness.
After this short episode, I was chopped off again and I saw magical visions, and not a scene of a quarrel with the Violinist and the battle with the beggars like before.
The fever was already in the castle.
One fine moment, I regained consciousness and with a very clear look looked around the empty chamber of our serf hospital.
Two rows of beds, the rays of the setting sun, making their way through linen curtains and pleasant linen on my body.
In the first minutes after waking up, I realized that I was wearing an expensive cambric shirt of my mentor.
I felt under the blanket a soft silky fabric and understood that he did not regret his clothes for me.
And the sheets on which I was lying also clearly belonged to Jake.
I wanted to cry with happiness, because no one ever cared for me like that.
I was lying with a stupid smile on my face when Mrs. Burgh, the supervisor of our hospital, entered the room.
– Oh my God! Woke up!? – the nurse bothered.
I nodded back to her with the same stupid smile on my face.
– Do you want to drink? I nodded again, smiling.
– Does the shoulder hurt? I nodded and smiled, and Mrs. Burg, meanwhile, clicked on two more nurses and they were bothering me.
That day I was conscious for several hours.
My strength, enough for food, washing and toilet.
At night I woke up just a few minutes and saw Jake sleeping in the next bed.
I wanted to call him and several times

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I dreamed of how I pronounced his name, he wakes up and comes to me, but in fact I never did.
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