the boots were already shod: around the knees, which squeezed Roy's sides, on the ankles, which closed together and set the pace of Roy’s pushes, with force pushing him on the back, on the rise, and on the toes of the boots that appeared after Angela, feeling feelings unknown to her before , stomped in boots, back and forth along the road. Boots were on her for a good forty minutes, and she enjoyed them as much as she could. And no pair of boots made for Mrs. Gardner would be left without wrinkles after Angela's feet were in them.

- You think so? - asked Roy. It was foolish to deny the obvious, so all I could do was pretend to be a fool.

“I know that,” snapped Mrs. Gardner. “Did you try them on?”

- I? - surprised Roy, - How could I?

Mrs. Gardner threw an indignant look down, but could not argue: Roy was a healthy guy, and with all his desire he couldn’t put these boots on his feet.

“It doesn’t matter that someone else shod them,” Mrs. Gardner said in a non-objectionable tone. “And I’m not going to pay seven hundred pounds for a worn pair of shoes.”

She threw Marcia the boot she held in her hand:

- Immediately pack them back!

Mrs. Gardner left Roy’s receipt on a small table. Now, taking the pen, she turned the receipt over and started writing a message on the back:

“This will explain to Mr. Keen why I refused to accept delivery.” He will understand. And he wants to know who spoiled the implementation of a special order. This has never happened before in all the time that I know him. That will be enough to give some trouble to someone, I assure you!

- Damn it! Roy thought, but the expression on his face was polite regret:

- I am sorry that you are unhappy, But I'm just a courier.

Mrs. Gardner did not answer him. She scribbled a few lines on the receipt. Squinting, not taking her restless gaze from her, Marcia packed her boots back into the box. The bound prisoner e 12, stooping, looked helplessly from Mrs. Gardner to Marcia, and then to Roy. The silence was broken only by his lowing, drowned out by the sweaty sock in his mouth.

Roy took the receipt and the box from Marcia's hands:

“Uh, uh, yeah, you're not happy with your boots, madam.” Goodnight!

“Good night,” replied Mrs. Gardner coldly.

Holding the box under his arm, Roy left the room. Later, telling this story to his friends in the pub, he will probably laugh, but now he wanted to get out of Lockwood Lodge.

But he did not have time to reach the end of the corridor, as the sound of the voices of several people fighting and shouting at each other made him freeze in place. Noise came from somewhere below. Roy, frozen in place, heard him growing louder and louder as he approached. One of the voices became clearly distinguishable, he, without ceasing, shouted the same word:

- Roy! Roy! ROY!

At the bottom of the stairs, Angela appeared, held by four people: two girls and two men. The men wore only white cotton panties and leather collars. Their faces and bodies were smeared with earth, as if smeared over the skin with blows of a strong and heavy hand. One of the girls was a tall blonde, the other - a burning brunette. Both of them were equally dressed: black tight bodistoking, riveted belts and riding boots spattered with mud. Each had a badge “D. M. S. ”, on one badge was the name JULIANA, on the other - KIM. The four of them were dragging up the stairs desperately resisting Angela.

She noticed Roy on the landing, like a graven image:

- Roy! Roy! Do something! Let them let me out!

- Shut up! - Juliana shouted at her, thin brunette.

- Fuck off! Roy, they're all perverts here! - screamed Angela, - I got out of the car - just wanted to look at the house.I walked around him, and saw both these bitches, who drove on leashes, fastened to their collars, these two men. They crawled behind them on all fours, like dogs. The girls forced them to ride on the ground and kicked them with their boots.

- I told you, shut up! - Juliana screamed.

She waved her head to give Angela a slap in the face, but didn’t have time before Mrs. Gardner appeared, attracted by the noise and shouts. Accompanied by Marcia, she walked down the corridor, angry about the whole scene.

- Julian! Kim! What's going on here? Who is this?

“We don’t know, Mrs. Davinia,” Kim replied. “We saw her breaking the boundaries of the estate.”

“She is familiar with this jerk, whoever he is,” added Julian.

All present stared at Roy. What was particularly unpleasant, Mrs. Gardner was the closest to him.

“This is my girlfriend,” he admitted.

“I see,” said Mrs. Gardner.

She beckoned a finger and the warders with the captives were taken to her to the landing of Angela. Mrs. Gardner waved her hand, and they, without releasing Angela, parted, giving her lady an opportunity to examine the prisoner properly.

Suddenly she turned to Roy and snatched the cardboard box from him. Throwing off the lid, she dumped the contents at Angela's feet: a pair of high leather boots fell to the floor, freed from wrapping paper:

- Tell me, my girl, have you seen them before?

Angela stopped struggling. Her mouth opened at the sight of her boots.

- So this is yours?

“You saw them.” Moreover, you are their shoe, aren't you? Your buddy wanted you to shoe them, right?

“I didn’t want her to wear their shoes,” Roy began to make excuses. “I said that she shouldn’t, just like I said to wait in the car.” She did not obey.

Mrs. Gardner paid no attention to him. Closely coming up to Angela, she, without stopping, looked into her face.

“You dared to stick your foot, both of your legs, sweaty, thick, disgusting legs, in my leather jack boots ?!” - She said, putting in every word a maximum of contempt - Do you know how much they cost? Do you think I agree to get muddy boots for my money?

Angela's lips trembled, but she could not utter a word.

“And besides, you saw something here that was not meant for prying eyes, did you?” How can I trust, given what you have done? True, there is a way out. Many before you were convinced that it was much easier to get to Lockwood Lodge than to get out of here.

Angela froze. Roy listened to Mrs. Gardner hardly with less horror. But now nobody paid attention to him. He stood on the landing, and there was no one between him and the staircase leading to the exit. Suddenly he jumped down hoping to escape.

- Madam!

- Look!

- Behind him! Cried Mrs. Gardner. "I both need them."

Roy was already halfway down the stairs. He could have escaped the stairs to the end, sped through the lobby and disappeared into the dark. But at the turn of the stairs he ran into Kate all the way round, who was looking up, holding a tray in both hands, laden with cups and cakes for tea. Neither she nor Roy could do anything to avoid a collision. Together they flew down. While falling, Roy could hear her scream and the crash of a dropped tray and plates. Then he hit his head on the railing and almost fainted.

What was then, he remembered vaguely. Two dirty slaves grabbed his arms and legs and lifted him upstairs. At the site of Julian, Kim and Marcia fought with Angela, who frantically fought off tripled ... Read more →