Unlimited

The more pleasant the girl was, the stronger she felt her energy leaving. The more energy she lost the stronger Kharon became that had a staggering influence on his loving actions. The stronger the demon became the more energy he made the girl let out. It was a vicious circle filled with viciousness and cyclicity. He didn’t want to abrupt it. None of them wanted to come out of it neither the demon nor Victoria.

And the light… it was nearby. Here it was. It stroked the couple, hovering in the gravity-free who stroked each other in the ceiling arch.

‘I’m sorry, dear,’ the demon said very quietly, ‘I can feel you be about to release all your potential,’ he clasped her in his arms, ‘and I have to take it.’

And it went again…

The next morning Victoria could just open her eyes and nothing more. This time she wasn’t scared. She knew what was going on and when it was over. It was just pleasure and feelings of that she had got everything out of her life and indeed she had no need to live further. She didn’t care if she faced sudden death, she was ready for it. Both her body and her soul were full of indescribable admire and happiness.

Victoria just lay naked in her owns silence, with her closed eyes and felt Kharon’s gentle touching. She wanted to smile but she was in no state to do it. Her soul smiled instead, and the demon saw that fabulous smile and was glad that he was the reason of that happiness and readiness to go to another world.

10

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October 2013 (Thursday)

A week passed like a mad second, having left neither trace no moment memories. The world ran around, the universe twisted its hot record, setting a time, comfortable for it. it had fun looking at struggling people stumbled trying to catch and even outpace. Victoria danced in that chaotic, whirlpool-like stream being consumed with the universe love for the demonic creature.

The merry tempo exhausted the girl. She was tired and wanted to close her eyes to have some rest… just to breathe. But no. Would you be ever able to get out of tornado if you were in the centre of it? There was a crazy tornado outside when wind speeds exceeded F5 according to F-Scale. No, you would never get out of there. You would have to run with it like a squirrel in a cycle.

Victoria was in the country manager’s office again and waited for the meeting with him, thinking that she was fed up with him.

Every morning Gregory came to the girl to find out how she was getting. He was sitting with her for fifteen minutes, asking some questions which the girl didn’t answer. But she couldn’t ask him to go away.

There was silence. A dead silence. The clock hands broke it with its second time. It was silent compulsion. The implacable circle was on the wall and ticked and ticked and ticked. With a sad look under her eyebrows Vic followed the second-hand scoured circle by circle, suppressed and was unable to say no.

‘Victoria,’ Gregory broke into the office and with rapid steps came up to the girl. ‘It’s a pleasure to see you gain… I wish it had been in the formal setting again.’

Vic raised and took his extended hand. The man slightly squeezed it and started mumbling something, but Vic didn’t listen to him.

The unexpected touch provoked the storm of unconnected pictures. In the beginning Vic saw everything like by a child’s eyes. Funny, carelessly, small problems, worthless draw the childish phycology crazy. There was a phrase “I want” blinked before her eyes. Then the world changed. It grew up, lost its colours and details. But “I want” was still there. Plus “I’ll get it” was added to it. Views of the teenager were so proud, arrogant and stupid, understanding nothing or accepting everything exactly the opposite. And the last world view was filled with the statement “there’s nothing in the world that I won’t get if I want it”. Different faces changed each other in her visions like if someone created a new level one by one in Photoshop with the transparency in 30%. Smiles were broken with tears, tears went into a wrinkled joy, eyes were being emptied, other were being filled with life sense, others sorrowfully looked through the emptiness. There were voices intently whispering in strange language. They were tender, sad, dispirited and stricken. They intermitted with each other like a carefully organized DNA threads, patterned with molecules. There were hands stretching out to embrace and warm, stroke but then those hands wanted to take away, pick up and steal…

Vic opened her eyes and saw Gregory’s face before hers with a share of surprise glanced at her.

‘What’ve you been thinking of?’ he asked with smile, letting her hands. ‘I called you, but you didn’t answer. What’s it?’

‘No,’ the girl whispered, smoothed her hair, ‘no, it’s ok. Just a slight dizziness. Ugh… I’m ready to show the project.’